To My Mother Poem by Valsa George

To My Mother

Rating: 4.7

Wrapped around in my swaddling clothes,
I saw her bright beaming face.
Lying helpless, still in a trance,
I sensed her soft soothing touch.

Warm it was when huddled tight,
Glad it was to be held close,
Pleasure it was to be lifted up,
And Heaven it was to be in her lap.

She took me in her gentle hands,
She fed me with her nourishing milk,
She made me sleep with lullabies sweet,
And kept alert on day and night.

As time slowly glided past,
I grew myself into a tiny tot.
I crawled around in sweeping haste,
Reaching out to all I could touch.

It left my mother so hardly pressed.
She never had any time to sit,
Cut down she, her afternoon nap,
Cast aside she her rest and respite.

My teething time - a real hard time!
For reasons none, I grew so irritable.
Itchy - fidgety, I cried on end,
Futile went all her tricks to tame.

This made my mother grow jittery.
Consulted she every quack and doc,
Administered she every harmless dope,
And interceded to all divine help.

It was only a passing phase,
With consistent care, I grew to a buxom babe.
My childish pranks delighted all.
Too glad my mother grew to see me fare.

Soon I learnt to steady myself up,
The Toddler placed the first faltering step.
It was always with abated breath,
My mother watched my growing up.

She ever remained a pillar of strength,
In whom I saw, a never failing friend.
She led me through the devious turns of life,
Always there to lend her helping hand.

Wise it was to seek her counsel -
In complex issues too hard to solve,
Sane and sound, she ever remained.
To trials of life, she never surrendered.

She taught me the quintessence of life,
She showed me the route to tread,
Her zest for life, never once cease,
Her trust in God ever on the rise.

Now my mother ceases to exist,
But sure she will continue to live,
In my hearts domain, she reigns supreme.
No force on Earth can cast her out.

As I look back to days of yore,
All I wish is to conjure up the past,
To be reborn a second time,
To be my mother's darling child!

Bri Edwards 27 October 2014

boy valsa, you were tough on good old mom! my mom just threw me in with the chickens when i was brought home from the hospital and i had to scratch out a living without her. oh SURE, she threw out a little chicken feed once in a while, and put out a dish of water, ...if she thought of it. the hens raised me. the rooster felt threatened by my presence (after all, look at me!) , but he and i dealt with the jealousy civilly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For reasons none, I grew so irritable. ...........well some parents would think none, but are you sure you don't want known? - - - - - - - - there is a lot of interesting stuff here, if one takes the time to read it (copied from online source) : Bated breath Meaning Breathing that is subdued because of some emotion or difficulty. Origin Which is it - bated or baited? We have baited hooks and baited traps, but bated - what's that? Bated doesn't even seem to be a real word, where else do you hear it? Having said that, 'baited breath' makes little sense either. How can breath be baited? With worms? There seems little guidance in contemporary texts. Search in Google and you'll find about the same number of hits for 'baited breath' as 'bated breath'. In one of the best selling books of all time, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (whose publisher could surely have afforded the services of a proof-reader) , we have: The whole common room listened with baited breath. As so often is the case, help is found in the writings of the Bard. The earliest known citation of the phrase is from Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice,1596: What should I say to you? Should I not say 'Hath a dog money? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats? ' Or Shall I bend low and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness, Say this; 'Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; You spurn'd me such a day; another time You call'd me dog; and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys'? 'Bated' is simply a shortened form of 'abated', meaning 'to bring down, lower or depress'. 'Abated breath' makes perfect sense and that's where the phrase comes from. Geoffrey Taylor, in his little poem Cruel, Clever Cat,1933, used the confusion over the spelling of the word to good comic effect: Sally, having swallowed cheese Directs down holes the scented breeze Enticing thus with baited breath Nice mice to an untimely death. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She ever remained a pillar of strength, In whom I saw, a never failing friend. She led me through the devious turns of life, Always there to lend her helping hand. ..................SWEET. seriously. :) - - - - - - - - - i liked how you went from cease to ceases in adjoining stanzas. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i'm pretty sure you were an obedient and well-behaved girl. i bet your sons could someday think as well about you, as you think about your mom. thanks for sharing. i did NOT miss rhyming or humor. bri :)

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Walterrean Salley 13 September 2012

Awwww. Very touching. Enjoyed very much. But sad that your mother is no longer with you; however, she'd be proud of this wonderful tribute. My vote is a 10.

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Joseph Anderson 19 September 2012

Just a fine tribute to your loving mother, written with great love and compassion-tender and ever so sweet. I send much praise to you for this-A GREAT REMEMBERANCE

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Khairul Ahsan 13 November 2020

A profound tribute to a mother who is no more physically, but very much there in the poet's heart with all the sweetness and brilliance. 'Sane and sound, she ever remained. To trials of life, she never surrendered.' - To me, these are the best two lines of the poem.

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Akhtar Jawad 14 February 2017

A lovely gratitude, to a great mother, in a nice poem............................................

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Kathy Van Kurin 29 November 2016

Valsa George, continue to live in hearts are your mother's darling child. What a beautiful memorial to your wonderful mother! I am so glad you wrote it, well done and lovely in every way. Rise up and call her blessed as it says about the proverbs women. you have done so. Blessings in your life and writing Kathy

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Edward Kofi Louis 06 July 2016

She took me in her gentle hands! Nice dedication. Thanks for sharing.

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Umar Hashmi 04 December 2015

Beautiful poem, I also love my mother and grandmother.

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