The Irish Mother By turf and sea, her heart beats pure, In Gaeltacht lands, her voice secure. With Gaelic lilt, she sings her tune, Beneath the sky, by light of moon.Her hands are worn, her spirit bright, She guards the fire through the night. With stories old, and wisdom grand, She weaves the tales of…
In fields where golden sunlight plays,Where endless warmth prolongs the days,Soft breezes kiss the leaves so green,In this world, all sorrows unseen.Meadows dressed in flowers bright,Dance beneath the moon’s soft light.Rivers weave through ancient trees,Whose branches sway with whispered pleas.Mountains stand with peaks of gold,Guardians of this story told.Children’s laughter fills the air,Joy unbound, without…
Godmother’s Grace With gentle hands and open heart,You guided us from the very start.Through life’s twists and turns anew,Your love, unwavering and true.In times of joy, in times of strife,You were the light that filled our life.A beacon bright, a steadfast guide,With you, we walked with hope and pride.Your wisdom deep, your kindness pure,In every…
I Am a Part of You From the first breath you took,I felt your heartbeat close,Our bond, forever strong,In ways only we know.I carried you with care,Each step, each day, each night,A piece of me you bear,My love, your guiding light.Your smile mirrors mine,Your eyes reflect my soul,In every laugh and cry,Our connection makes us…
Unita’s Fields of Freedom From sharecropper’s soil,Her journey began,A black mom’s dream,In the Delta land.With cotton fields vast,And days long and hard,She found her strength,And raised her guard.In the struggle’s light,Her voice grew strong,From quiet fields,To freedom’s song.She led with grace,In marches bold,A beacon bright,In stories told.Through every fight,And every stand,Unita’s legacy,Sweeps this land. Meaning…
Mommy’s Crocodile Tears Her tears fall like a fleeting show,A cry that’s false, a heart that’s cold,Mommy’s crocodile tears do flow.With every smile, a lie we know,A mother’s love, it should be bold,Her tears fall like a fleeting show.Her words, they sting, her anger grows,In warmth’s disguise, her heart is sold,Mommy’s crocodile tears do flow.She…
National Barbecue Day Across the states, the grills ignite,Celebrating with delight.Smoky whispers, flames kiss meat,Saucy stories, summer’s treat.From New York’s brisk to Texas size,Smokey mountains’ porky prize.Memphis ribs, a sticky hand,Carolina sauces span the land.Neighborhoods with smokes a’billow,Sizzling steaks and marshmallows.Families gather, friends draw near,Barbecue brings everyone here.Beer cans clink, salads tossed,For this feast, no…
Ode to the Selfless Mom In the quiet shadows where you move,Your hands weave warmth into our nights.Sacrifice worn proudly, your constant groove.Small hours hold your silent love, proved,As stars witness the gentle might.In the quiet shadows where you move,Dreams you’ve fed, never once removedFrom the cradle’s soft, patient light.Sacrifice worn proudly, your constant groove.Your…
Summer Dusk on the Pier Old pier shadows stretch,Crimson sky kisses the sea—Silent waves listen. Meaning This haiku encapsulates a serene summer evening where the setting sun bathes an old pier in a warm glow. The imagery of “Old pier shadows stretch” conveys the elongation of the day’s end, while “Crimson sky kisses the sea”…
My Precious Baby In the nursery’s gentle glow,Softly, I speak of the love I know.Tiny hands, future so wide,In your eyes, worlds collide.Autism, a part of your unique light,Colors that dance, differently bright.Every sound, every touch so new,In these moments, our bond grew.My promise, to guide and stay,Through night’s calm and bright of day.My son,…
