Mothers Poems

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
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Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
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One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
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A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
is any more than he.
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In life
one is always
balancing
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Here, this smudge of blood,
Of a tender boy of eleven,
Soaked thru the tarmac,
Yet to be dried, still wet and warm!
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Part One


The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
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Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers---
And that cannot stop their tears.
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The tiger, on the other hand,
Is kittenish and mild,
And makes a pretty playfellow
For any little child.
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'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the Mother said,
And folded up the letter that she'd read.
'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke
In the tired voice that quavered to a choke.
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Seeing we never found gay fairyland
(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned;
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Without you every morning would feel like going back to work after a holiday,
Without you I couldn't stand the smell of the East Lancs Road,
Without you ghost ferries would cross the Mersey manned by skeleton crews,
Without you I'd probably feel happy and have more money and time and
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The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
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'Why keep a cow when I can buy,'
Said he, 'the milk I need,'
I wanted to spit in his eye
Of selfishness and greed;
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Father dear father
I must have loved you

But to hear you
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Direct clay was turned into required elements
parts, sections, groups, classes in proportion
to set in every function in as pottery style,
osteoblasts turned into bones to form the cage,
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poetry readings have to be some of the saddest
damned things ever,
the gathering of the clansmen and clanladies,
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Millions of babies watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts
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Witnessing the blood baths, the massacre
Of God’s people, children’s bodies everywhere,
And octogenarians expire slowly and quietly in horror.
The undistorted and the vivid images of terror,
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Poems for Mothers

These are poems for mothers and poems about mothers and their children...
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Attending worship on Mother's Day, I pondered this thought…
"What would the church be like if there were no mothers? "

If the church had no mothers, there would be fewer children
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Trust me: all mothers are incredibly special
Wonderful, beautiful and phenomenal
Without mothers, there will be no living
On Earth, the world will have nothing
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I love African mothers
They are the best among all
Their skin glows amongst all
I love African mothers
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Nations of starvation everywhere
as so many countries keep crying for food and medicines,
as mothers with their babies in hand keep sitting and staring,
waiting for food to feed their under-nourished children;
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Mother
Have you ever seen
The eyes of a beautiful woman waiting to be killed.
The eyes of a mother who has lost her children?
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To all the selfless Mothers of this world!
So proud to salute your untiring service,
So happy to bow down before your beautiful spirit!
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Poems about Mothers

These are poems about mothers and poems for mothers...
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'Happy Mothers Day'.
To those mothers unlike others.

Mothers unlike others,
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They are mothering mothers
Who without conscience curse
The intriguing bloods that tend to
Flow into the wineskin of a foresight
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