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i hate to even have this love/hate relationship with a woman who birthed me
yea i still love her yea even tho she hurt me left me bruised n misused to thoughts unknown
by a factor that has for most of my life been a distractor...
most of my life i lived a motherless child but stll still this day i thank god for blessing her life to even provide me with life as her child
& yet i cans still say happy mothers day to her....

i forgave her for our trials challenges n tribulations for the bad that we have done to each other
i forgave her because now i see what its like to b a single mother
but only difference is that i have promised myself NEVER to b a bad mother to my own kids

i am a mother in this world sttuglling livin day to day basics
tryna make ends meet so that my kids will eat
i work go to school n pay bill
this is what i called a independent indiviaual
&& IM PROUD TO BE A MOTHER...

I've carried a child within my body
Slept with a baby on my chest
I've kissed boo boos and mended broken hearts.
I've been puked on
peed on,
pooped on and spent sleepless nights in the rocking chair
but I wouldn't have it any other way
My body isn't magazine perfect
but when I look in the mirror I see a MOM
and there is no greater honor or blessing!
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL THE MOMMYS OF THE GROUP!


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Oh Felicity this is so beautiful - real and true.I have had a rocky relationship with my mother and a lot of daughters do. Or sometimes its the opposite and they are like best friends. I will post my poem to my mother I wrote ages ago to share with everyone too. I spoke to her on mothers day and I hear the age in her voice, and her memory is playing tricks on her as I speak to her about the months events but we have actually gotten closer because she does not argue anymore and berate me and does not speak of the children that are dead and gone anymore. Its kinda strange in a way but its another cycle in our relationship and your poem and my thoughts here are spurred some thoughts and I may write a new one after I submit the old one and send it to her. Thanks for sharing I really enjoyed that.


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Felicity_Amore
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OK IM LATE BUT IM FINNA GO READ IT NOW N THX FOR THE FEED BACK LOVE


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Yea I put it in a new discussion here in the poetry group. One is called "Who I Am" and the other one is called "Daily" I have not seen her in over 6 years and I know what her daily routine is and I was thinking about what she might be thinking during the day and when we have talked.


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I went back to look them up in the discussion group here. I actually have 3
I have submitted and one with my mother in 1990 (of course you will see my face, one to my brother(as its states) and then "Daily" let me know what you think of them. When you go back and click the discussion tab you should be able to find it either on the 2nd or 3 pages.


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i tried to find them but i couldnt i guess cuz there r too many on her && 9i dont get on here like that...(just to write poetry)


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I went back to look and they are there. Just click the discussion tab above and go back 3 or 4 pages till you see my face. They're there! Yes lots of poetry and its nice to see there are people who enjoy it like I do.
Let me make it easy for you I will just post them right here:

First one is to my brother Mark:

“Memories with Family”
When we were young,
My brothers and I would watch the orange,
In the setting sun;
Then at night,
With all the stars,
Glowing above,
We would smile
And talk about life,
Our futures,
And the events we made up,
That would change our lives.

To touch, to feel, to remember;
Looking back with memories,
That we had on hot summer days,
Time drifted quickly,
And we were gone.

The memories that we held,
Taught us lessons,
Along the way,
Some were tough,
Some came without a notice,
Helping us to grow;
As the inches,
Were carved on a door frame,
And competition,
Was part of the game.

Growing and becoming adults,
The visits were fun,
And Like a swing,
Life’s moments,
Swept back,
In the setting sun,
And we would catch a sliver,
Of our lives,
Conversing,
Expressing some compassion,
After dinner,
On those special starred nights.

Sometimes curious,
Sometimes sad stories,
But sharing,
For that brief moment,
Joined us as one.

Those moments
Are less frequent now,
As age creeps in our bones,
With our mortality,
Taking hold,
And the distance between us,
Is a long wondering road.

No,
We dare not even think,
But ask for the Grace of God,
To watch over each other
And be quick.
For lingering is worse,
As our memory,
Sweeps up our wit,
And Laughter,
Is the best medicine,
To all that we did.

This one I wrote to my mother in 1990

“Who I Am”

Warm hands
Grasping tender skin,
Folding water,
Over and over again.
Wetting hair,
Eyes Bewildered!
Meet,
With a soothing voice
Of Reassurance

Wrapped up
With soft cotton essence,
Snug as bug,
In a soft woolen rug,
Tranquility enters the forum,
Against the roar of a vacuum,
Executing it’s debut
To the newborn’s room.

First steps are greeted
With commendable praise,
Creating a sense,
Of self respect.

Mischieft soon follows
Causing work hour rush;
With no’s and names,
Of things not to touch.

Many tears are shed,
Through the years,
From happy elations,
And disappointments to bear.
Maturity blossoms,
When responsibility is received,
Knowledge giving power,
To fly free
From then nest.

A knock on the door,
A phone ringing,
Into a cold night,
Tired and worn hands
Answer to inquire.

A voice enters,
The sullen air,
“Hello Mom,
I just wanted to tell you,
I love you
And
How much I care.”

this is my newest one and not sure if I like it but I sent it to her in a card I made.


“Daily”
With love to Mom

As the door
To ones life,
Is opened,
We see memories,
Of happy times,
With a life,
Completely fed,
And worries,
Put to bed.

Sliding through
The pool,
Head,
Sitting up,
Like a swan,
Admiring,
In wonder,
How the water
Soothes,
As she soaks,
In the view.

Pitter, patter
Shower,
Caresses the back,
And thoughts
Ever changing
At each turn,
Floats
Around.

Looking,
In a mirror,
Wrinkles,
Like a tree,
Aged,
With beauty
From years
Of grace.

I dial,
The phone
It connects,
Hearing
A voice,
I’ll call
Mother,
Reminiscing,
Showing love,
Holding,
Imaginary hands.

Surprises,
Of life,
Come with
Anticipation,
Finally melt.

With all my Love
Jeanie





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