Almedia Knight Oliver

A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood (First) - Poem by Almedia Knight Oliver

Her First born that seems so long ago:

Peering into my mind
Look at what I see!
Life-form swimming in sap, and
nourished by condemnation and shame...

A little unnamed baby lay quietly in her
Now what to do with this little stranger
with none other to name him but me? I'm in
Desperate need of on the job training!
Days, weeks, and months were my only teachers.

Son, step into the now, a half century
Oh my! How time flies! Oftentimes,
it's when a son becomes a man that a mother
Realizes the many ways he touches her heart.

As a young man you were filled with so many dreams.
But more than that, you had hopes and aspirations, and
Facing them on your own terms, you attained them...son,
you earned them!

On this special day, I want you to know that,
you don't have to earn my love.
My tissues, bones, and blood, I'm
grateful to you for being a wonderful
son, husband, father, and brother.

Sorry! No do-over-for the first one…yet
without my making mistakes,
you may not have made anything.

Happy Birthday, son!
February 9,2006

Comments about A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood (First) by Almedia Knight Oliver

  • (1/12/2016 8:53:00 PM)

    This poem means quite a lot to me, I have two sons and your poem touched upon so many wonderful things experienced just by loving and having them. Very emotional, touched my heart and brought tears of inner joy to my eyes. Absolutely brilliant poem your words flow into the ocean of my intellect. Thank you so much for sharing this fantastic collection of a mother's reality. Beautiful, awe-inspiring. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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  • (3/1/2014 7:25:00 AM)

    The last two lines reminded me of these words from Malcolm Gladwell's book:

    Geniuses have a perverse tendency of growing up in adverse conditions.

    Our mothers' mistaken over-emphasis or neglect of certain areas, gives us our uniqueness and ultimately productiveness.
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  • Mark Nwagwu (3/24/2011 10:21:00 AM)

    Days, weeks, and months
    Were the only teachers.

    This is simply brilliant, Almeida: time is the wonderful teacher who arranges everything so that everything is in place at the right time, specified by time, and all parts of the foetus live in perfect harmony. This is an important fact of life too. I enjoyed the poem but these two tines in particular in the context of the life of the foetus.
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  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (9/19/2010 3:49:00 AM)

    day after day, night after night, time taught me what to do

    and i realize that through this poem, i have a long way to go for my two year old son. nice poem, thank you.
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  • Dr.subhendu Kar (7/11/2010 9:24:00 AM)

    That lay quietly in my arms?
    Day after day, night after night, time taught me what to do.........

    love clones beauty of truth redeeming dream
    heart knows depth of ocean redounding in blue, most passionate write by culmination only dream coming true yet reeling all through the years until salvation of desire by room of repose cutting the edges of powerful emotion through ingenuity,10+++, thanks for sharing
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  • C N Prem Kumar (6/28/2010 8:26:00 PM)

    Very touchy presentation. Excellent. (Report) Reply

  • (6/13/2010 11:02:00 AM)

    Transformation! Look what I have found! Beautiful poem.: D (Report) Reply

  • Vinod Kumar (5/30/2010 8:13:00 AM)

    Great expression of a blessed Motherhood, it reviews the eternal share and care with endless love, like a crystal clear cascade, thnks for sharing, (Report) Reply

  • (2/26/2010 10:30:00 AM)

    Womanhood culminates into glorious motherhoodness...

    ‘…My love isn’t something you have to earn.
    You are flesh of my flesh...’

    In Sanskrit it is said Atmaja [originates from Atman] …spontaneity is the charm in Mom… where no getting [except rapture] …only giving…and in Indian culture [scripture too]…Moms are in hierarchy highest….
    Thanks Ma’am for sharing
    Ms. Nivedita
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  • (11/24/2009 6:34:00 AM)

    Endearing, A wonderful description of the eternal bond between mother and child. (Report) Reply

  • (10/19/2009 11:00:00 AM)

    a PURE LOVE indeed... -Her First born- you're a mother for the first time -what a great instinct! ! ! -
    each verse describes your sincere motherhood... NOBLE RELATIONSHIP Mother/Baby...
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  • Chris G. Vaillancourt (10/12/2009 7:30:00 PM)

    A delightful read. I love its flow and passion (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (9/17/2009 8:33:00 AM)

    Son, step into the now.
    A half century has past.
    Oh my! How time flies!
    Oftentimes, it’s when a son becomes a man, that a
    Mother realizes how he has touched her heart in many ways............yes so sweet memeory downthe lane and how much satisfactionmother has when she looks backand finds her new born turing into full man... so lovely write and the mental satisfaction of mother expressed inbeautiful words by a poetess.... i appricaite it with tks....10

    mom i miss u... mom i cry even where are you
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  • (9/3/2009 5:59:00 PM)

    A touching piece conveying the profound and ever- lasting love, a mother can bear in her heart for her kids. The flesh of my flesh! , awsome! this is what I call an extention of the self...Read my poem 'Mother's day is everyday' (Report) Reply

  • (9/2/2009 7:23:00 AM)

    what a lovely share bring out the various stages of your child..your poem flows with motherliness....10 (Report) Reply

  • Meggie Gultiano (8/22/2009 7:56:00 AM)

    This is a very emotional and touching write. I can also relate to all you've said here, as i am also a mother. Your loving and tender words made me realize to exert more efforts to
    reach out as a mother.Thank you for your words..this is full of wisdom.
    I love most your last line.

    Hugs from here,
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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (6/19/2009 9:36:00 PM)

    Being a wonderful son,
    Husband, father, and brother,
    Sorry! No do-over-for the first one…but
    Without my making mistakes, you may not have made anything.... oh so beautiful write dear....10

    it will not becompeklte if u donot read mine O.mother, papa dp u know and papa u tooand never'cry not' too
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  • (6/2/2009 1:33:00 AM)

    Almedia, I know what you mean about the first child and how time teaches us. It was the hardest job I have every done. I think having children should be made into a subject at school to prepare
    new parents how to manage etc. I like the way you say your son 'earned his dreams' and one of the most important aspects is to 'know we are human and make mistakes too'! You have written this with warmth and love. 10 Karin Anderson
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 29, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 17, 2013

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