RuthNaomi Warren

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Second child of six in the family. First and oldest female so became babysitter so mom could work. The oldest child and the youngest were boys. There were 4 girls in-between. Around age of ten or eleven, had a bad case of the mumps and lost hearing in right ear. Learned to lip read to get the whole picture of what was being said. Wrote to Beltone from an ad in the newspaper and from there it was verified that I did have a hearing problem. There were no hearing aids to cover this loss of hearing yet, so had to wait. Poetry became a way of speaking my emotions or to other people as trying to speak face to face was difficult in expressing self. Some of those who have read my work, tell me that I expressed how they felt. I end up calling my poetry Inspirations, for the words seem to flow from my mind to the page. Given a subject or object to write about will more than likely get a response within the day. There are times, research is necessary to write in particular to that person on about the subject. Poetry that I write about includes: classic cars, In Memory Of, seasons or nature, the personal touch to an individual and some just for fun about growing up.)

The Best Poem Of RuthNaomi Warren

A Tribute To Mothers

As I sit here Mother, pondering the past,
I can remember, how the time went fast;
There were days you were too tired to listen,
But as a mother now, I need not question,
For, I’ve had some days that I couldn’t bear,
Hearing my child’s dream, or listen to their fare.
To me, Mother, you will always be great,
For without you, I’d have learned only hate;
For your prayers each day for me,
Have truly given me hope, you see;
So that I could bear the trials of today,
And want to listen to what my child has to say
Mother, you were there, even if too tired to hear,
From this, you taught what I really needed to fear;
You gave me a love for God that hasn’t died,
For you too, suffered and prayed and cried,
How much, this love for your children that now,
You still bear the cross, for you’ve learned how.
These words, don’t express my love for you,
For words mean little without actions too.
So, Mother dear, as the time goes by,
I will pray for you when I hear you sigh;
Letting you know, I care, as you have cared,
For us, in years past that we have shared.

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