Mom’s Favorite Chair Mom’s chair,now an empty vessel,once held her warmth.Her laughter still echoesin the fabric,her touch,a silent memory.We gather around it,drawn to the comfortshe left behind.This chair,a witness to our lives,holds us still,in a gentle embrace.We feel her presence,strong, yet soft.Her wisdom woveninto the threads,her love,a lasting imprint.We sit, we talk,we remember.Mom’s chair cradles…
Fading Photographs In albums old, we sit and stare,A time once vivid, now threadbare.Her eyes, they search, but often fail,To catch the past within the veil.A wedding day, a newborn’s face,Moments lost in time’s embrace.She smiles, then frowns, confusion clear,A distant past feels ever near.We laugh at scenes from long ago,Her laughter fades, a tender…
Grace in Her Footsteps In dawn’s soft light she starts her day,With hands that fold and lips that pray.Her steps are light, her spirit strong,Faith guides her as she moves along.In tasks both humble, grand in scope,She finds her strength, her endless hope.Each meal she cooks, each cloth she mends,Her love and grace, on them…
Mommy’s Hugs Are Magic Mommy’s hugs are magic,They chase away the fear,With her arms around me,The world’s a place that’s dear.When I fall and scrape my knee,Her hug dries every tear,Her loving touch can mend it all,And bring the sunshine near.In her hug, I feel the love,So warm and safe inside,No monster or a stormy…
We had a wonderful mother, kind and true,Her gentle hands knew just what to do.With a smile that could light the darkest day,She chased our worries far away.Her laughter was music, pure and bright,Guiding us through each day and night.In her eyes, we found our home,A place where love had truly grown.She taught us lessons,…
The Negro Mother’s Song Amid the night’s tranquility, my dear,I sing a song for you to hear.A melody of dreams so grand,Of freedom’s touch and justice’s hand.I hum of times when chains were tight,And we fought bravely for our right.Of heroes past whose spirits soared,In the face of hatred they roared.With every note, I wish…
Night grows deep, she kneels,Her hopes and fears, she gently reveals.Hands clasped tight, eyes closed in grace,Strength and love etched on her face.For her children, prayers ascend,Guidance and peace, she does send.Through trials faced, her spirit stays,Steadfast, she lifts her voice in praise.In every breath, a silent plea,For safety, joy, and unity.Her faith a beacon,…
Healing Hands of a New Dawn Tender care in morning’s light,A boy’s tears take gentle flight.New hands soothe his aching heart,Fresh beginnings, a loving start.Soft words ease his quiet pain,In her love, he feels again.Lost and found in mother’s arms,She shields him from all alarms.Step by step, they forge ahead,Building dreams, dispelling dread.In her smile,…
Will You Be Our Guiding Star? Beneath the sky of twilight’s gentle glow,A question on our hearts we now bestow.Dear friend, with love that brightens every day,Will you guide our child along life’s way?With your wisdom, kind and always true,Be the light our little one looks up to.Through joyous times and moments that are tough,Your…
Little Fingers of Joy Tiny hands clap with pure delight,A joyful song in the morning light.Eyes so bright, a world brand new,Every sound, every view.A mother’s heart, a tender beat,With every clap, the moments sweet.Laughter echoes, a melody,In the dance of pure glee.Each tiny hand, a gentle touch,Means the world, oh so much.The joy is…
