Mom’s Recipe Roulette Mom’s in the kitchen, it’s a crazy sight,Mixing and stirring from morning till night.She grabs random spices from the pantry’s end,Creating concoctions we can’t comprehend.A dash of this and a pinch of that,Mom’s got her chef hat and mismatched spat.She tosses in veggies, some chicken or beef,Cooking with joy, though our meal’s…
On the sixth day,God looked down on his planned paradiseand said, “I need a caretaker.”So God made a mother.God said, “I need someone willingto get up before dawn,cook breakfast, clean the house,work all day in the kitchen,cook supper, then stay up past midnight,tending to a child with a fever.”So God made a mother.”I need someone…
Veins of Resilience When faces turn and hearts grow cold,She stands with pride, maintains her grace.Through storms and trials, pain and strain,Her spirit strong, she bears the rain.Her hands are worn, her back is straight,She carries dreams that cannot wait.Through nights so long and days so tough,Her love alone is more than enough.She builds a…
Second Mother’s Love Your love, a light,guiding me through.Your words, so kind,forever true.A second mother,you’ve always been.In every smile,a gentle sheen.Through highs and lows,you’ve held my hand.With you beside,I always stand.Your wisdom shared,in quiet talks.Through life’s mazes,you help me walk.A bond so deep,beyond mere blood.Your love flows strong,a steady flood.Grateful am I,for all you do.In…
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…
