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

A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood (First)

Rating: 4.1

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

Samanyan Lakshminarayanan 02 September 2009

what a lovely share mam...you bring out the various stages of your child..your poem flows with motherliness....10

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Beauty Philosophy 03 September 2009

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'

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 17 September 2009

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 today...mom where are you

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Chris G. Vaillancourt 12 October 2009

A delightful read. I love its flow and passion

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Philosophy of a DewyFlower 19 October 2009

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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Roseann Shawiak 12 January 2016

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

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Steve Name2 01 March 2014

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 24 March 2011

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 19 September 2010

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 11 July 2010

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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