Random things about my Mother

My mother whose eyes were strained
By a sadness that stained her eyes
With grey and blue hue

My mother who never blew
Out candles on a birthday cake

My mother who never knew
The thrills of flying in an airplane

My mother who forever threw
Her pearls to swine

My mother who knew
No contentment in living

My who mother never lived
To be even seventy two

My mother who it is true
Stopped living long before she died

My mother from whose mouth flew
Words of disappointment and fury

My mother whose lips
Tasted bitter tears

My mother sat impatiently
In sorrow through her years

My mother who like Kunta Kinte
Was tamed by Diabets

My mother who was tamed
By my father

My mother who was captured by my father

My mother who fought with my father
The two them struggling false teeth piercing each others flesh

My mother who my father told to go and cook the mint

My mother who would beat us and cause wounds and bruises to our skin

My mother who love to walk about

My mother who gave a toe
A day away

My mother who kiked with her stump of a leg after she lost her foot

My mother who was a great dresser

My mother who could sing
Sang on the church choir

My mother who would be at the front of the church earliest every Saturday
My mother who insisted I be baptized and save by the holy ghost

My mother had beautiful handwriting
My mother who had nine children for five different men

My mother who tried to settle down with my father

My mother who could never swim

My mother who loved to sing

My mother who would tie us up on leashes and take us for long walks through the town

My mother who sought out hand me-downs – for our clothing

My mother who was active in the Welfare Society at church so she could cream the crop for her family

My mother who instigated many a conflicts with her numerous friend was left with only a few in the end.

My mother whom I so wanted to help evolve

My mother who I helped to live

My mother who I had to let die

My mother who lives in me

 

Fleurette Elaine Harris

Mother

To day is mothers day
All days are mothers days
Dawn is mother
Evening is mother
Day is mother; But
Night is also mother

 

Satheesh Kumar

A Mothers Love

A Mother

A mother is more than just a woman
A mother is more than just a wife
A mother has brought to this world a new born
A mother has brought to this world life

A mother is one with love and honor
A mother comforts you day and night
A mother; a new one every hour
A mother teaches wrong from right

A mother knows when you are worried
A mother knows when you are joyed
A mother knows when you are sorry
A mother knows just what's inside

A mother needs your love forever
A mother needs to see your smile
There's no better gift for mama
Than her very awesome little child

 

Devon Da poet

My Real Goddess

Today my mother
Came to my house
With lots of blessing
And full of good wishing
To live long
Happy and healthy
Progressive and wealthy
My mother
My sweet mother
My beautiful mother
My loving mother
My real goddess
My ever goodness
My first lady I loved
My life my mother
My soul my mother
My God-gift my mother
My pride my mother
My aim my mother
My teacher my mother
My friend my mother
My preacher my mother
My daughter's face look-like my mother
My daughter my little mother
O the Absolute Almighty
Give me my mother
Again and again
And again and again
My mother
Only my mother.

 

Dr. P. K. Verma

Meri Maa Bhi Sub Maaon Jesi Hai

Meri Maa Bhi Sub Maaon Jesi Hy,,
Zindgi Ke Tapte Sehra Mein Thandi Chhaon Jesi Hy,,
Bin Mange Jo Hon Aarzoein Pori
Mere Dil Se Jo Nikli Un Sub Duaon Jesi Hy,,
Jab Jb Hua Hun Mai Pareshan Zindgi Mein
Krti Hy pursakun Mujhe Pak Thandi Ghhataon Jesi Hy,,
Nhi Alfaaz Jin Se Karun Tareef Apni Maa Ki
Khaak Sa Banda Hun Mai Kya Bataon Kesi Hy,,
Khuda Rakhe Salamat Saya Humare Saron Pr Ta Qayamat
Farishton Jesi Hy Woh Sub Achi Maaon Jesi Hy.,
May our Mothers live long.Ameen