motherlylove
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A cry echos as a childs first breath is taken in this world
the joy in his mother
the pride in his father
How heavy was I for 9 months?
Was I a bothersome lodger?
Did I ruin your sleeping pattern?
Through my kicks and summersaults?
As a toddler I ran around
You chase and caught me with tickles
Young mothers are foolish
Young mothers are whores
Young mothers are helpless
They've closed all their doors
Young mothers are stupid
They can not suceed
And when they ask for help
Whence dost kindness of the absolute highest degree, shower those with no empathetic quality
What cometh from cursing at the universe, for it dost naught but provide: light, air and nourishment
You are my woman, my dream, my desire
You are my crown, my diamond, my jewel of inestimable value.
Your emergence into my life brought me sunshine on a cloudy day
I met a girl made of silver
Her eyes shone like mirrors
You could glimpse your soul in them
But you could never match hers
She told me about her dreams
I looked the other way
A woman of Black gold, gave birth to an olive child,
Strong and mighty was she to stand by a father who stood to just pretend.
Made sure her little peice of hope in this world was warm, fed, and fast asleep everynight
It was more than a sacrifice
Do not really know what it was
But when my mom first held me in her arms
It felt like the world was no longer dangerous
I had the world at my feet.
Though from you I was not born
Very little do you scorn
Though normally well deserved
I need not be reassured
Off your unconditional love,
So that when push comes to shove
You will never leave my heart
With grace and power she stands there
Light soothing hands with a maternal touch
Gentle eyes that cut through glass and fair hair that falls upon her shoulders
Dependable, she is everyone's crutch
An image
by Ima Ríos
I have an image on my mind.
A memory.
A memento.
A picture that is yours.
Yours and mine.
Its about you, me and our love.
Why I write? I write because you told me to
Because you encountered history and literature but never met a pen or page
There is nothing like nothing like a mothers love.
Always there, always worrying, she always cares.
Putting you before herself and anyone else.
She won’t eat until you eat, won’t sleep until you’re safe and sound.
