Secrets in the Recipe Box In flour dust and spoon’s clink,Old tales stir more than we think.Each recipe, a chapter told,Mom’s wisdom, folded, does unfold.Her laughter seasons every dish,In her hands, love’s timeless wish. Meaning “Secrets in the Recipe Box” explores the cherished moments between a mother and daughter shared over cooking. The poem highlights…
I’m Going to Be a Mom “Mama,” I say, “soon, there’ll be two,”Morning brew whispers, eyes aglow.Joyful tears and a secret new,Our hands clasp, hearts ready to grow.Laughter twirls, future bright and clear,Stars above witness our soft dance.From daughter to mother, love draws near,In life’s embrace, we find our chance. Meaning “I’m Going to Be…
A Mad Mom Fury clad, she stands so tall,Guarding her young through every squall.Not a lioness, but just as fierce,Her love’s a shield none can pierce.In storms, she’s the unwavering light,In darkness, the bravest knight.Chaos meets her steely gaze,Troubles burn in her fiery blaze.Each day, her battle cry rings clear,”Over my watch, not a tear.”With…
Love You Mommy! Mommy, your smile lights my days,Soft words, my fears allay.Every giggle, every hug so tight,Turns my darkest days so bright.Baking cookies, story time,Your laugh like a lovely chime.Hand in hand, we explore and see,In every adventure, you’re with me.Picnics in the park, the sky so wide,You’re the hero by my side.Evening prayers…
The Sacrifice In silent shadows, mother sits,Her plate bare, yet her eyes alight.Each spoon she yields, her child commitsTo warmth, to joy, beneath night’s sight.Her hunger, a quiet, stoic guest,Kept at bay by love’s strong will.The child eats, in soft fleece dressed,Unaware of the cold, the chill.Bread breaks, her portion small,A sacrifice on the altar…
Beneath her wings, the world grows small,Soft feathers warm the chilly morn.A mother duck, her call so calm,Guides her brood from dusk till dawn.In each step, she shows the way,Through quiet ponds, ‘cross lea so green.Like human hearts, she fears the fray,Her vigilance remains unseen.Her love, a shield from rain and wind,In tender care, their…
Her love, a gentle morning sun,Softly rises, day begun.In quiet moments, in rush of hours,Her strength, like steady blooming flowers.Her words, a river flowing clear,Guide each step, calm each fear.In every hug, a fortress stands,In every look, her caring hands.Her hope, the stars that light the sky,Seen not with eyes, but heart so high.In every…
Gardens of Memory Her hands once danced upon the soil,Life bloomed from every touch.Now, roses guard the empty space,Silent, yet they say so much.Lilies grace the dappled light,Petals soft as sighs.Her laughter lingers in the breeze,Where her spirit never dies.Every leaf and every bloom,Paints her tender story.In this garden, love endures—A mother’s quiet glory. Meaning…
For the laughter, for the tears,For the courage through the years.Thanks for every shared sunrise,For truth in place of disguise.For the chats deep into night,For making the wrongs so right.Thanks for patience, boundless, vast,For loving me as your own, steadfast.For the paths you helped me find,For leaving no one behind.Thanks to you, my fears allay,Stepmom,…
When sorrow was a heavy cloud,You brought the sun’s embrace.Lost in the silence, once so loud,You filled my world with grace.No blood ties could defineThe bond we’ve come to know.You stepped in, made my life shine,And love began to grow.Through seasons, joys, and fears,You’ve been my steadfast guide.Drying all my silent tears,With your heart open…
