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I hear it
it's calling on me
i feel it
it's been telling on me
how loving
the Father's been
as to us all
His son He gave
Today is Mother's Day of 2024.But you died and you can't celebrate Mother's Day anymore.You were a wonderful mother and I'm your youngest son.You died eleven years ago in 2013 when I was forty-one.
Today is Mother's Day of 2024.But you died and you can't celebrate Mother's Day anymore.You were a wonderful mother and I'm your youngest son.You died eleven years ago in 2013 when I was forty-one.
LET US RISE FROM THE FALL
In the beginning, on this brand new earth,
Before there was need of a new rebirth,
Adam and Eve in their innocence stood
You were a very special and unique person until you passed away.If you hadn't died, you would be celebrating your 74th birthday.You were honest, unselfish and sincere.You should've won Mother Of The Year.
Today is Mother's Day of 2022.But I can not spend it with you.You died over nine years ago.Love was what you once showed.Many people celebrate this day.But in 2013, you passed away.
I love my guys, they’re the best
'I'
think they`re better than the rest
My husband & son, are both # 1
and …
Me and My Peacock or My Peacock and My Me( A Dialogue Across Time and Space )WORDS AND CENTURIES ---------------------------------Words and Centuries
(This is Seshendra Sharma's unique / rare writing ,
You were born on August 2, 1948, you were a Leo just like me.If you hadn't died, today you would've turned seventy-three.You were unique and I truly hate that you're dead.
Nine Mother's Days have come around since the day when you perished.The many years that we spent together are something that I'll always cherish.You were such a great person because you cared.
We knew you had a gentle soul,
We've heard them say a hundred times,
You wouldn't even raise your voice,
When wronged, abused or lied to,
Your love was real, that's for sure,
When a person dies so young, I have to ask why.I still miss you as each day passes by.When my brother told me how sick you were, he told me face to face.He didn't want to tell me over the telephone so he came to my place.
Saint Agnes is what my mom should be called.When she died, I was both saddened and appalled.I admire women homemakers more than women who work because Mom was a homemaker.
I come out of sleep only to return into dream
I am that pain which cannot see the world
The dreams that I dream in the night
Are bridges that I build over the days
My jack.. my wonderful jack! You have the whole world before you Your skies are blue The sun shines through....
A life so promising All that's new Stars are dancing Awaiting for you....
...(I needa) Free my Mind, Find Some Time, (And) Take a Breath of Fresh Air, (A Space) Away from this Place, (And) Nothing to Follow Me There.
This is the eighth Mother's Day that has come around since you died.You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that can't be denied.Time flies, it doesn't seem like eight Mother's Days have come around.
Do not alight on my heart like flies
From the rubbish
Does not bite as rats bite bread,
Rise like swords
From flames of sufferings:
Write on the walls of the universal space
On the body of my country
Tanks of water are red wounds
Rivers are flowing blood
Yielding to the voices of the flesh
Here the sky sold away its sun for a fistful of stars
I set in pain
And rise in happiness
I am the human sun
Do not be blown off
Like the leaf
Wounded by the wind
I know
Your thoughts were birds
Chasing one another
I am the drop of sweat, I am the sun
Rising from the hills of human sinews,
Hearts are my friends
I live in the city of sufferings
Although in my fist, I hold an ocean of history
I sculptured man silently –
- They say,
"In due time you'll be alright", "just stay patient".
So Heavenly Father I'm reaching out - This life's got me pacin'.
Not knowing which way to go, with either road - I never make it.
Dear Josiah
I'm sorry for what I did
I thought I only had one choice,
But it's my fault I didn't have a bigger voice.
The times were fast and no one was there
My mothers name means JOY.
She brings a smile to my face every time she would sing me to sleep.
She brings JOY when she makes me Chapathis by hand, and roasts them over a slow flame.
growing up in this fast pace world
I thought at twenty I was a big girl
paying for things
living alone
but there was somthing missing
I still was not grown
Between the life of a child and an adult
To My Sons Who Are My Suns
All the men in my sons’ lives are ins some type of bondage
I look for a better tomorrow, but can’t find it
I watch the water fall and I hear your call coming in.
I knew you as a friend and you taught lessons that'll last 'til the end of my sin.
We met in high school as young lost souls.
I inhale the aroma
of deep fried pastries with powdered sugar
Brahman bulls, pigmy goats, horses,
occasional whiff of weed ...
Young son's initiation: cotton candy,
Is there not a bit
of an imp in every boy,
a puck, a pixie, rascal or sprite
that beguiles more than pesters,
teases not torments -
molds a mother's heart
and when it reappears
No Comment
Running down blocks
Chasing through streets
Pulling off covers
Ripping up sheets
I went to look for my boy last night
You saw him play, step high, make strides
I wanted to write a poem about music, but I understood that it is better to write about something true rather than something you feel good about. Now. My mother, she, she has always been there for me. In the highs and lows of my life.
Tell, teach, preach, or indoctrinateby any means necessary.He'll never learn another way.
Balance his needs with your own,or at least, never let him see you struggle.That comes later.
My seed became my fruit now my branch has been cut away the first truma is always the cutting away.
A stranger was allowed into our garden, into our world bringing the mist of heart ache and pain tears.
hello, pretty baby,
please forgive us for the mess.
will you clean it if you can?
we’ve been cleaning, but it’s–
today, pretty baby
I see diamonds in velvet, a mother’s dark cloak,
draped o’er the earth in a hushed fan of cloth,
for she mourns every night for the loss of her sun,
Because I love you
I will cry in your presence
I will not think twice about giving you a hug
I will thank you for everything you've done to change my life
I will tell you that I love you
I love you Dad
Dear Mom,
I woke up today screaming and then realized it was just a nightmare.
I don’t know why you didn’t come to check on me but I know I will be okay.
Dear Mom,
A rocket waits to fly
From its launchpad
In the living room.
Helmet on, radio in hand,
Two explorers approach.
One room over
His little fingers grip my fingers.
Oh so small.
His high pitched laughs that I hear from another room
Comforts me like a warm blanket in the cool months.
I'm stuck.
I'm stuck in the middle.
In the middle of a fight I never wanted part of.
A fight that shouldn't involve me, but it does.
I hear the yelling and threats and oral abuse.
It was wonderful to have a mother who was so great.If you hadn't died, today you would've turned sixty-eight.When you became ill and died, everything went sour.
That bright day bursting with promise,
That bright morning beautified by golden sunrays,
When my heart is light,
When I walk with my head held high,
To me, that’s a good day.
And There I was with my mother
with the stumbled soul
and already fallen as hard wood and perforated
The suffering made me my father in life
so fierce the anger of my being to have hope to continue living
He bangs the door in my face in protest.
Why do I hurt them that I’m meant to protect?
All I see in his eyes is detest.
No love left to detect.
A is for air force. It’s Captain Briggs in the jet. The toughest and proudest man that you’ve ever met.
B is for ball, “why can’t you catch?” Dad grumbled as I shaped my small hands for the next.
Baseball hat, tiny socks, teething rings, alphabet blocks
White noise machine, too many toys,
all of these things Belong to my little boy
6 months before you, I was just me
This is the fourth Mother's Day that has come around since you died.When you perished, I had to deal with a lot of pain on the inside.When you became ill, I wanted you to get well and so did my brother.
This is the third Mother's Day that has come around since you perished. The love that we felt for one another is something that I'll always cherish.Out of all of the people on Earth, you meant more to me than anyone.
Since you died, this is the second Mother's Day that has come around.Since March of 2013, peace and tranquility aren't things that I've found.You were one of the greatest mothers who ever lived.
Ten little fingers, ten little toes,
How did I survive without you, I'll never know.
One look into your eyes and I can see
all that lies ahead of me
Happiness, kisses, love, and hugs
I heard the hurricane
Felt the air pressure change
Terrified for my crouching child
Holding her as tight as I could
Blocking her from danger
As my master cracks his whip
I heard the hurricane
Felt the air pressure change
Terrified for my crouching child
Holding her as tight as I could
Blocking her from danger
As my master cracks his whip
Once I had a father,
who was strong, hard working, and a good husband
That's what I wanted to believe
That's what I told myself
Who was I fooling?
Where would I be
Without you, without me
Without breath, without death
Where would I be
If you hadn't said yes
If it had been a different day
Where would I be
Because of you,
I have a life.
Because of you,
I have a friend.
Because of you,
I have a guide.
No matter what,
No matter when.
Because of you,
I found a service.
Thank you, Jehovah for giving me such a wonderful mother.Out of all of the women you could've given me for a mom, I'm glad that you didn't choose any other.You gave me such a terrific mother, she was so special and unique.
When I was born in 1971, she was a great mother right from the start.Mom was a warm and caring person because she had a good heart.Her heart was as big as the East Coast.Her death really hurt me because we were so close.
If you hadn't died, today you would've become sixty-six.Your death has proved that a broken heart isn't easy to fix.On the day of your death, I knew that I would loathe the year 2013.
If you hadn't died in March, you would've turned 65 today.Life hasn't been as good since you passed away.Everybody who knew you, knew that you were nice.But I took things for granted and now I'm paying the price.
My life would be so much better if you hadn't become sick and died.You were a wonderful person because love was what you supplied.My life would be so much better if you had gotten well.
When Mom died, life lost a lot of its luster.While she lived, everybody could trust her.Everybody could trust her because she was so good.She was wonderful, she helped everybody who she could.
Father
What you could never be
A hero in the eyes of the boy
You couldn't see
Believe you'll make the ideology
Of a youth quite effectively
When you yourself
Are blinded by whats beneath
Red is the color of the sun as it rises, warm and spreading across his face.
Blue is the color of his eyes, the same as yours, as he looks up to you with pride.
Dad, this is not me,
You have a legacy which I cannot live up to.
I’m just a little different than you.
You are strong, it’s obvious. I can see
It in your hair and the plump of your knuckles.
People keep staring
I just look to the floor
Strangers start talking
a few more steps to the door.
Beep.. Beep.. Beep.
Heart racing; too much noise
Cheery smile, happy face.
Struggling from a poor village,
many dreams of freedom and peace.
Im off to make an effort to this privallege
The day has come im on my way to succeed.
Days and nights of struggles and fear,
You are the one who gave to me my life
Along with that guy who calls you his wife.
I know that you want what is best for me
Even though it may cost you a great fee.
I could not love you more than I do now.
Bags under her eyes, but ever alert
Sleep was a luxury she can't afford.
Always moving and never staying long
Trying to look to the future,
but the darkness of the past blocks her way.
I one was as a-rottin' As you'd think a man could be I spent my days a-loadin' My 1873
I had no wife to watch me I'd lost her years ago As for my one and only son He had no fights to own
I remember the day like it was yesterday
As we sat there wondering what people would say
3 minutes felt like an eternity
Heart racing, body shaking, weak in the knees
As she walked out of the bathroom door
If my son were gay,
I’d slap him
With a nice high five.
Because coming out to your dad,
Takes balls that most men don’t have.
My mother is special kind of woman
She is no ordinary mother, for her ways
Her ways are different, they are unique
As she shows love in various ways
I miss my baby
I wonder if he is okay
all i hope is that maybe, just maybe
I will get to see him one day
It's been three years too long
I was just fifteen
giving you up was wrong
Allow me to set the scene
Mother of four
One of the most faithful dope fiends
To the Four admired as a queen
The oldest only 16
Father figure to the youngest 3
No help offered
Because she aint clean
Another way I dissapoint my father.
Shocker.
But I can't help it,
no matter what anybody thinks.
It's not my fault my father
decided not to use a condom.
It's not my fault
My eyes open to the dimly lit interior of my parents' Ford Windstar.
I see my parents in the front seats.
They rest before the Sun brings the dawn of the new day and awakens my weary protectors.
My parents.
My son:
Brighter in the summertime,
but easier to lose,
as the moisture in the humid air
makes you slip through my fingers.
Such hopes I had for you
to take over the family business.
His night is rough and bleak
Tears run down his cheeks
As the rain pours and slaps the ground
His father hits him, yet he doesn’t make a sound
For he knows the consequence of yelling
When my hips make like prayer books,
and I have a son
I will tell him:
my father is weak
but doctors mistake it for heart disease.
Those doctors are fools.
They don't know of the lack of childhood
Ten year old boy holds his mother tight to his chest
as she once held him.
Now he protects her as best a boy can,
knowing only the unknown.
His over sized shirt stained with his mother's tears
You sped past burning stars
And traveled light-years to get here.
Today, you inspire hope in mankind
All while fighting evil and fear.
The last of your kind,
Considered a god among men,
I’m sick of these family ties holding me back,
And if I ever tried to leave you’d be right there to put me right on track.
Chastise me and ridicule me for everything I lack.
Ask me how I am I’ll lie and say I’m grand.
His dad always told him
“You can do anything
Be anything”
And he believed him
Some days he was a
Dancer
Director
Dentist
Or even a
Dinosaur
But never was he a doctor.