Time Well Spent
time was cut short,
the day god took you.
never forget that day,
only because it seem to replay,
will i ever be the same?
or will i still wish for what i can't have?
just to have you back,
so we can talk,
can't believe you going to miss out on so much.
will you be happy of how i turned out?
because god given me a gift.
a mother as great as you.
no wonder my world blue.
would i ever be understood again?
would life have that point it once had?
your words gives me the stenght to keep living on.
i just want to make you proud.
of what i becomed.
never gave up,
no matter how many times i wanted,
i always knew what you would of told me,
could that be why i hanged on?
because there got to be more to life than pain and hate?
when i gave a mother as great as you up.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Thinking Of You
I'll be thinking of you night and day,
wishing this pain to go away.
but because of you,
i wouldn't be who i am.
you were everything and more,
even when you went out of the door.
i never forget that day,
only because it seems to replay.
only reminding me of what god wanted,
i can see why.
you were everything i hoped for,
and SO much more.
no wonder the pain hurts,
it something nobody but, me understands.
i know i was your best gift from god,
you reminded me every day.
our time together was precious,
i was your world,
and your little girl,
it something we will never get back.
but, it something that will stay with us forever.
even way after you left.
pieces of you remain,
that make me wonder how i make it day by day,
even night by night.
question rome through my head,
wondering if you proud of how far i became,
but, i guess i know you are.
we were so close,
we knew more about the other person,
than they know themselves.
is that why i feel sooo empty.
nobody there to show me the way.
nobody there to love me the way you did.
everthing i never want to forget,
only because when it my day,
i hope i can be a great mother like you.
damn, could i ask for a better mother.
HELL NO! ! ! ! ! !
they don't make them like you.
but, you will always be close to my heart.
where we will be together forever.
11-02-08
poem by Mona Martinez
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Hey MOM
Mother, just wanted to say,
I love you, I do care
Mother just wanted to ask,
Why you look so tired so weathered
Mother just wanted to know
How you make ends meet
Mother just wanted to tell
You are an angel and I’m blessed
Arjun Singh Kishtwaria
Mother you just made me see
The difference between want and a need
Mother why do you cry
When I see you happy when you smile
Mother why do you deny
The pain I gave and tears you cry
Mother I know deep in your eyes
A grief that lives and a child that cries.
Holding your fingers I’ve learnt to walk
Footprints you left is all I’ve to follow
I owe more than a life to you
For now wanna say. I miss U! ! !
poem by Arjun Kishtwaria
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Mother, O Mother
Mother O Mother, You Are Great
Mother O Mother you are great,
All the problems solve in any state,
Still we find there is no hate,
Each and everyone you make your mate,
Love is in your heart, your work is very smart,
All your whole life you carry the home-cart,
In your job there is no wait,
Mother, O Mother you are great.
Working all the time,
To make our things fine,
Guiding always to be far from crime,
In your work there is no late,
Mother O Mother you are great,
Caring for us, praying for us,
Struggling for us, standing for us,
With your efforts, make our bright fate,
Mother O Mother you are great,
You are my lord, you are my God,
In your service there is no fraud,
With your blessings, life is always set,
Mother O Mother you are great.
poem by Prakash Joshi
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You Were
You were the person I think of,
When I wanted to give up.
You were the person I think of,
When my life was getting rough.
Though you were always there,
When I needed somebody to care.
Never giving up,
When days were tough.
You always spoke from the heart,
Just to say how you felt.
Made me realize I could do more,
To change my ways in living.
You gave me the stenght to be,
The person I am,
Not a day go by that I wondered,
If you be there for me,
I always knew in my heart,
That you be there,
To help me through with life,
I'm so thankful to have you in my life,
I still don't know what I would of done,
Without your love and support,
You showed me that it okay to be me,
At times when I didn't care,
You always gave me reasons to,
Nothing have been the same ever since,
Mainly because I'm a new girl,
I know my mom would be proud,
Of what i've became,
But most of all she would be thankful,
Of what you have done,
To help her little girl through,
All of the hurt and pain,
That came along with giving her up.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Happy Mother's Day Mom
you were more than i could've asked for,
you gave me everything plus more,
because of you,
i'm the person you wanted me to be,
even thought you not here,
i know you near,
keeping me safe,
and getting me through rough times,
i know you always there to cheer me on,
no matter what i plan on doing,
i just know,
you just more proud that i give it a chance,
because of you,
i try everyday to push through and live my life,
to make everyday the way i want,
because of you,
i realize that you were the best mother,
i couldn't ask for anyone better,
for the time we got to spend together,
is just priceless,
that why i'm left here saying,
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY,
I LOVE YOU! ! ! ! !
Copyright © 2009
5-09-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Ya Ba Ye
YA BI NA YA!...
Tell me why
Tell me why
You run?
My mother's always told me
YA BINTI
Don't forget
MIN FAIN IN-TI
Remember who you are
Listen to the voice
That plays in your head
Make the right choice
Tell me why
Tell me why
YA BI NA YA
Tell me why
Tell me why
You run?
My mother says, my mother says
YA BA YE, YA BA YE
Tell me why
Tell me why
You run?
I had to see it my way
'Cause life is very short
The more I try to learn
The less I seem to know
Oh - I cry in my bed
Ye... I miss my home
The home I can't forget
I hear my mother's voice
Tell me why
Tell me why
YA BI NA YA
Tell me why
Tell me why
You cry?
My mother says, my mother says
YA BA YE, YA BA YE
Don't run away
YA BA YE, YA BA YE
Tell me why
Tell me why
YA BI NA YA
Tell me why
Tell me why
You run?
My mother says, my mother says
YA BA YE, YA BA YE
Tell me why
Tell me why
YA BI NA YA
Don't run away
YA BA YE, YA BA YE
Tell me why
Tell me why
You cry?
Don't run away
YA BA YE, YA BA YE
Don't run away
Tell me why
Tell me why
You run?
song performed by by Ofra Haza
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Don't Forget (22nd)
Don’t forget those times we used to laugh
About your silliness and awkwardness
I so love that about you
Don’t forget those times we watched
Some epic gross movie, I enjoyed
The best part was- sitting next to you!
Don’t forget those times we felt so uninspired
Yet your presence lights my fire,
You gave me so much joy
Don’t forget those times we just sit and talk
Sometimes you sang, I listened,
I cherish that moment my love
Don’t forget those times we used to eat out
The best days we had together
I wish that more would come
Don’t forget my words to you
How great and good you are,
I will say it again, if ever you doubt
Don’t forget those times of long silence
Yet our hearts beat as one
I will miss your empty corner
Don’t forget those times I didn’t speak
I was praying for you, I was longing
To be near you
Don’t forget those times of sadness
I was teaching you to rise up,
so you would know what you want
Don’t forget this special time, I allowed
My heart to love, I want to talk
I want to know, how about you?
Don’t forget that all we have, is but limited time
Just talk, just ask,
I have been waiting all this time
poem by Claire Ann Pajo Sansolis
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My Story
I was born in a year
Of a great depression,
.
My parents were born here
A life made of deprivation,
.
Dave, gave me my name;
By instructions of my mother
.
My mother told me all about
My runaway father,
.
My mother did her best
To bring me up better,
.
My mother told me
I would be a leader
- a speaker
- a fighter,
.
I left my mother' s home
To search for survival,
.
Sam said I have become
A great photographer,
.
I have a craving for the arts
And poems that don't rhyme.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Enough Of Me
We were all wounded in some domestic war
I found you to settle my score
You looked like father
You felt like mother
My mind told my heart
There is no other
And I gave you my soul
And every ounce of control
I gave you my skin
And my original sin
I gave you my pride and my side
oh my pride
Ain't that enough
I turned your dreams into lightning
Ain't that enough
I held the world back for you
Ain't that enough
I loved you past the point of dying
Ain't that enough of me for you
I was so sure one and one gave you one
My noisy love is coming undone
Now you leave like father
Disappointed like mother
And I know in my heart
There is no other
And I gave you my soul
And every ounce of control
And I gave you my shame
And my eternal flame
And I gave you my need and my seed Oh my need
Why can't you hold on
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Random things about my Mother
My mother whose eyes were strained
By a sadness that stained her eyes
With grey and blue hue
My mother who never blew
Out candles on a birthday cake
My mother who never knew
The thrills of flying in an airplane
My mother who forever threw
Her pearls to swine
My mother who knew
No contentment in living
My who mother never lived
To be even seventy two
My mother who it is true
Stopped living long before she died
My mother from whose mouth flew
Words of disappointment and fury
My mother whose lips
Tasted bitter tears
My mother sat impatiently
In sorrow through her years
My mother who like Kunta Kinte
Was tamed by Diabets
My mother who was tamed
By my father
My mother who was captured by my father
My mother who fought with my father
The two them struggling false teeth piercing each others flesh
My mother who my father told to go and cook the mint
My mother who would beat us and cause wounds and bruises to our skin
My mother who love to walk about
My mother who gave a toe
A day away
My mother who kiked with her stump of a leg after she lost her foot
My mother who was a great dresser
My mother who could sing
Sang on the church choir
My mother who would be at the front of the church earliest every Saturday
My mother who insisted I be baptized and save by the holy ghost
My mother had beautiful handwriting
My mother who had nine children for five different men
My mother who tried to settle down with my father
My mother who could never swim
My mother who loved to sing
My mother who would tie us up on leashes and take us for long walks through the town
My mother who sought out hand me-downs – for our clothing
My mother who was active in the Welfare Society at church so she could cream the crop for her family
My mother who instigated many a conflicts with her numerous friend was left with only a few in the end.
My mother whom I so wanted to help evolve
My mother who I helped to live
My mother who I had to let die
My mother who lives in me
poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
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Listen To Your Mother
'Wait till your Father get's home'
that was what my Mother would say
but he'd see me all well behaved
so I'd be off out again to play.
'Look at the state of your clothes'
that was what my Mother would say
but I'd tell her someone pushed me over
when really I'd played Football most of the day.
'Don't you forget to do your homework'
that was what my Mother would say
but instead of writing about Kings of England
I'd be reading about Footballers like Greaves and Pele.
'Your a right little cheeky Monkey '
that was what my Mother would say
but I'd tell her that she loved me really
which always seemed to make her day.
'I won't be around for ever you know'
that was what my mother used to say
'What do you mean of course you will
you'll be here in the house all old and Grey.'
'I really miss your Mother you know '
that was what my Father used to say
but I thought she'd be here forever
nobody told me that Mothers can pass away.
But we had a great Mother and Son relationship
and she knew I was just being a young lad
but when I'm down I just think of her
and those thoughts always make me feel glad.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Some Times
I sit around sometimes and let my thoughts eat me alive
Till one day I thought of you
my birth mother and the flesh and blood of what is supposed to be my sister
after 3 years of getting on with my life I had completely forgotten
when I thought of you both I had to ask myself why out of all times after a long while
Then I remember it is because I could never stand the thought of you both without wanting to be sick to my stomache and filled with dissapointment that the one who gave me life chose to believe a very sick man she had been with an loved since I was six over her own flesh and blood
and a best friend
my little sister who could only think selfishly of her own happyness
Some times I wonder why I only told you of once
Then I remember its because I knew you wouldnt believe me
Your to blinded by love and selfish yourself
And it was worse then the other times he even touched me
because this time he went to far
I managed to escape cleverly the first time that day
but the second time I had to let him know to back off
I wish you were there to hear me scream no dad dont at the top of my lungs
even after you knew about that day and still to this day i have nightmares of him
Its pretty bad when I know that my biological dad who was never there is so much better then the sick creature you call your lover
an the waste of my effection calls dad
hopefully by the time my baby comes and I move into my new house with a man who loves me and his unborn child an who I know would never hurt our baby I can forget about you completely
Sometimes I miss you then i remember its useless to miss what you never had and then im happy all over again
Some times
poem by Sandy Vanity
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It Was Early I Was Told
Happy I am,
To sit among those...
Of common faces.
No status have I ever wished,
To be a full fledged aristocrat...
With a flaunting strutted.
It was early I was told,
Don't spite my nose...
For a choice made to have another.
And any path that I chose,
To walk it the best I can.
Happy I am,
To be able to reflect...
With such great memories.
And daring to be challenged,
Was a gift and not a curse given to me.
I can see why today there are so many unhappy.
Those who wished to be kings and queens...
And referred to as someone's prince or princess,
Actually believed...
Themselves royalty.
And I always knew,
There was something within me great.
But I was taught to always appreciate life.
To respect everyone.
No matter what they had or however looked like.
And I always knew,
There was something within me great.
But I was taught to always appreciate life.
To respect everyone.
No matter where they lived.
Or impressions they 'gave'...
About how they lived their lives.
I was not raised to believe...
I was better than anyone to enable me,
To pass that kind of judgement.
And to have that encouraged,
To be welcomed or received as a belief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Mother.
My Mother,
is the best in the world.
My Mother,
she gave me a world.
My Mother,
always pretty, sometimes sweet.
My Mother,
gave her all, and not once
did she fall.
My Mother,
growing old and gray,
is still as beautiful,
as the sun's bright rays.
My Mother,
will never leave my heart,
always been there,
from the start.
My Mother,
I shall never forget.
Because her name is written,
in fine print, over my heart.
poem by Colton Foltz
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I thought it was a gift.
They told me it was a gift;
they told me and I was so glad.
I put my heart and soul into it all,
cried tears and sweat so many beads of my own metallic crimson blood.
I gave it all; I thought it was a gift.
I worked longer than anyone I knew.
I worked harder.
I gave up so much more, I did so many things, all at the same time;
just so I could please them. I put their needs and wants over mine.
I gave it all; I thought it was a gift.
I thought that this was what they called fate,
I thought that this was what they called destiny.
I thought that I'd been given a gift for good.
I thought that gifts were supposed to bring joy, and happiness, and peace.
I gave it all, all because I thought it was a gift.
You never told me,
that one day I'd be sitting here,
questioning myself -
about how and why a God given gift, had suddenly turned
into a curse.
The Woman as a Good Mother is Simply Great
All the flowers I may give,
Can’t make up for your love you gave,
When I was just a new-born child,
Dependent, defenseless in this world!
All the kisses I may plant
Can’t make up for those you gave me,
In times of joy and in distress,
And when I felt lonely a kid!
All the embracing I make
Cannot annul your caresses,
Encouraging, appreciating,
For the little things I did!
All the prayers I offer
Is dwarfed by your life-time effort,
In times of strife, while I was ill,
And hymns to God as thanksgiving!
All the love I may repay
Is naught, compared to what you gave,
While in your womb and afterwards –
My precious mum, you are so great!
Dedicated to all good mothers on Mother’s Day
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-5-2010
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To My Mother
I chose you.
I am my mother's baby,
And you gladly raised me.
I am your daughter,
Proud to call you my mother.
At times we don't see eye to eye,
I know you will always remain in my life.
With you by my side,
I'm always going to make you smile.
Always there giving great advice,
You know can walk the streets with your head up high full of pride.
Because we both know you made an amazing child.
And like d poem goes.....
To my mother may I inherit her strength
Everyone knows momma knows best.
! ! ! ! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! ! ! !
poem by Anita Khelawan
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What We Been Through
Mom
we been though so much since the day you gave me life
things i might forget and things i will never forget
the joy i felt the pain i went though
i feel like you dont love me then again im your number 1
Mom i look up to you but sometimes i should not follow in your footsteps
that hurts because you are my mom
my comfort
my light
my guidence
my strength
my everything
i love it when i see your reaction when i succeed
i hate it when i have to see my mother in pain
i love it when we spend time together
i hate it when you dont see all the things i did for you and my family
i love it when my mother gives me indiviual attention it shows me my mother actually does care
when i am older i will become like you but better i will learn from your mistakes and go beyond to appreciate the things i will overcome because the things we went though have taught me things i am never gonna forget
Mom i love you with all my heart and your place will never be replace
poem by Lacey Jacobs
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My Support
You seem to know what I was thinking,
Before I let you in,
And yet with everything I told you,
You never turned your back.
Accepting me for all that I was,
Made me realize the person I was.
Even though times were rough,
You were always there to lend a hug,
I never thought i would make it through,
All of this hurt and pain i suffered through,
But you gave me the strength
I was lacking all along,
You always seen where I was coming from,
Before you offer your advice.
I wouldn't have gotten this far,
Without your support and love.
You were a great person to get to know.
You lend a hand when ever you could,
You were always there to talk,
There not much more I can say,
Only because words can't explain.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Gone but never forgotten
Twenty plus years have gone by
since the day you passed away
and even though life goes on
I think about you nearly every day.
They say time is a great healer
but I'm not sure that is really true
because I looked at your picture
and my mood suddenly turned blue.
I wanted you to live a long time
but alas it wasn't meant to be
still I've got all of those memories
and nobody can take them from me.
So rest in peace my lovely Mother
until the day I see you again
then we all can be happy once more
when there will no more sadness or pain.
poem by Kevin Halls
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