Love

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    My Other Mother

    In a world woven from the threads of kindness,She stands, a beacon of gentleness and grace,Not born of blood, but bonded by the heart,My other mother, with her endless embrace.Her laughter, a symphony in quiet rooms,Her wisdom, a map through my darkest fears,In her eyes, I find the light of stars,Guiding me beyond the rush…

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    My Mother Hates Me

    In the silence of our shared spaces,Her eyes speak in storms and thunders,Each glance, a cascade of unspoken words,Where love once dwelled, now shadows linger.The kitchen breathes with the aroma of past meals,Where laughter was our companion, now sits unease,Her voice, a melody turned sharp and cold,A music box that’s ceased its tender tunes.We share…

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    Mother of Twins

    Two cries echo, sync in rhyme,Life doubled, in half the time.Morning feeds, starlit soothes,Twin smiles, the day improves.Arms always full, never free,Dancing through chaos, gracefully.Mirrored laughs, echoed play,Joyous noise fills each day.Nights are long, the work unseen,Calm in storms, a serene queen.Her love multiplies, never divides,In each child, wholly resides.Double the worry, double the hugs,Her…

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    Dear Mama

    Dear Mama, skies were grey,Your words, a sunray.In storms, you were my cloak,In despair, the hope I spoke.Every lesson you have sown,In soft soil, carefully grown.Your laughter, my favorite tune,Under stars, beneath the moon.In your arms, a fortress found,In your wisdom, solid ground.You taught me how to stand,With gentle words and firmer hand.Now as I…

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    The Slave Mother

    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,…

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    My Mother Really Knew

    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…

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    I Went to a Party, Mom

    I went to a party, Mom,Lights danced, laughter chimed.Friends in clusters, wild, free,I stood by, sipped my tea.Music boomed, bass shook,Glances flew, no one looked.Felt alone in crowded space,Smiles hid my out-of-place.Came home early, door clicked,You asked, my words picked:”Good time?” — “Yeah, it was okay.”You nodded, knew I didn’t stay. Meaning The poem “I…

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    Mean Mom Poems

    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…

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    My Mom is My Hero

    Cap and cape, she wears none,yet her feats, daily done.In her eyes, galaxies spin,worlds of wisdom, deep within.Her laughter, a fortress high,shields me when tears are nigh.Hands, though gentle, fiercely guard,each scar a story, each line hard-earned.She fights battles, not with swords,but with words, kind and sure.At day’s end, when shadows creep,her hug’s a haven,…

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    Muffins with Mom

    Morning breaks,Muffin bakes.Crumbs of joy,Blueberry, oh boy!Butter melts,Warmth is felt.Laughs spill,Time stands still.Mom and me,Perfectly. Meaning Muffins with Mom poem captures the cozy, cherished moments of sharing muffins in the morning light. This short poem highlights the simple pleasures of fresh baked goods and warm company, using vivid, sensory imagery to bring to life the…