Chains clink, her lullaby fades,Beneath the weeping willow’s shades.Tears blend with falling rain,Each drop echoes her pain.Her hands, rough, weathered, tied,Holding dreams she must hide.Eyes fixed on a distant star,Wishing, wanting, oh so far.In the fields, she sings low,Songs of places she’ll never go.Her heart beats a silent plea,For the child she’ll never see.Night’s cloak,…
My mother really knew,How silence could speak,In each pause, a lesson,In every glance, a week.She knew when leaves would fall,Before the chill set in.Predicted rain with a sniff,Her forecasts always win.Cookies baked just right,Stories told by dim light.In her eyes, the world’s hues,A map drawn in her views.She knew all my fears,Before I shed my…
Mean Mom Frown lines like furrows,deep in thought, in care.Sharp words cut air,but her hands, soft in mine.Eyes stern, watch over,keeping wolves, woes at bay.No sweet lullabies—just firm truths, in love’s guise.Dinners late, but plates full,tales of caution, over warmth.Curfews, scolds, endless chores,her love, a fortress—covert, sure. Meaning “Mean Mom” explores the misinterpretation of strictness…
Under the bright lights of Friday’s game,Stands a figure of relentless aim.Baseball mom, with cap and cheer,In every pitch, her heart draws near.She knows the stats, each player’s name,For every strike, she feels the sameThrill and fear—that sweet, sharp mix—As if each swing could be a fix.With a cooler full of snacks and ice,She’s the…
First flutter, first kick,Life within, so quick.Eyes meet, worlds change,Love’s first page, newly strange.Tiny hands grip my finger,Moments swell, they linger.Laughter bubbles, tears flow,Growing fast, time slow.You turned days into adventures,In your smiles, my heart centers.Challenges met, with you by my side,In your light, I proudly abide.Gratitude deep, for the gift you are,My bright little…
Empty arms, heavierthan the sky at midnight,her silence—a hollow windthrough barren branches.Tears trace pathson cheeks, cold and worn,where laughter should reside,echoing a house now silent.Dreams once vivid,fade like dusk,her heart—a nestabandoned by spring.She stands alone,each step a testamentto the love that remains,unheld but ever present. Meaning The poem “Childless Mother” explores the profound sorrow of…
If you give a mom a muffin,You’ll see her smile begin to soften.As morning breaks, a quiet sigh,A moment’s peace, beneath the sky.But wait, there’s laundry yet to start,The kids awake with sudden art.A sip of coffee, barely warm,Amidst the morning’s cheerful storm.The muffin’s crumbs on plates will lie,Lost in the rush of time that…
In silence, her strength roots deep,Winds may howl, her vigil keeps.Each hardship met with steadfast grace,In every line upon her face.Tough as the oak, soft as the dove,Fierce in her quiet acts of love.Through storms and calm, she stands, she sways,Guiding her kin through darkest days.Tears she sheds, not seen but felt,In every blow that…
From ribbons to roses, gently tied,Echoes of lullabies softly reside.Petals and promises under her wing,Lessons of love, life’s sweetest thing.Mother’s eyes, a tender gaze,Bridal steps in sunlit haze.Fingers lace, across the seams,Dreams evolve beyond childhood beams.Hand in hand, to the aisle,Her heart beats in a rhythmic style.A soft smile, under the veil,Mother’s joy, where words…
In her eyes, a gentle glow,Softly, she knows just where to go.With hands that heal and lips that soothe,Her presence alone, all fears remove.She walks in steps both small and sure,Through storms and sun, her love endures.In every laugh, her warmth is heard,In every silent gaze, a word.She’s the keeper of our tales,Through shifting sands…
