Mothers Are Magnificient
We Can Learn So Much From Them
All we have to do is listen
They have years of experience
Too often we are preoccupied with our own lives
Each time they made sure we came first
It is easy for us to forget
The years will pass
Memories will turn on easily and as often as a light switch
Their love will always comfort us
Mothers do what they do
Because they really want us to be happy
They are far more than meets the eye
Each mother comes with many surprises
Don't let their size fool you
They know what you are thinking
Long before you do
You will be outsmarted every time
They are modest and don't seek fame
Even though they are well deserving of every trophy
They let you strut like a peacock
Even when you're wrong
At anytime they know they have the power
They can cut your feathers
So you will never fly
They have been multitasking their whole lives
They are far stronger than their physical bodies
My mother was only 4 feet 11 inches
I knew better
So I made sure not to cross her
A few times I made the big mistake
It wasn't long before I knew my future looked gloomy
With a few words they know how to cut you down to size
So it wasn't long before I would apologize
Then my mother would smile with the biggest grin
Not another word said
She knew
She had won
For me it was a battle of strength
She reminded me often
I am the only one who brought you into this world
I can take you out
When it came to trouble
I got in my fair share
She helped me out of my toughest jams
Growing up every boy's hero was Superman
We never mentioned our moms
I think secretly moms have a secret supply of kryptonite
That even Superman wouldn't dare
I know my mom would always be there
In spirit she still talks to me
What were you thinking?
I raised you to know better
If you don't do what's right
You will pay for it later
Go help that woman
You know she can use your help
You don't wait to be asked
Follow your heart
It will lead you in the right direction
Are you questioning me ?
I didn't think so
To all children everywhere
Mother's Day comes once a year
You don't have to wait for this day to appreciate
What mothers do all year though
You are their greatest gift
Why not tell them how you feel
Show them in public
Let other people take notice
A little reminder goes a long way
Maybe children will come to their senses
Giving their mothers
What they always wanted
Their children's greatest love
Comments
So many common factors in the lives of mothers. You mentioned many in this true-to-life poem. Good!
Very happy and grateful that you did this one about mother's, Bro. I do one most years and in-between. One can never say enough. God bless them all. God bless your wife with a Happy Mother's Day. Oh, do you have children?
Thanks for the write on another Hub. I enjoy the read but did not want to stray too much from the original title. Loving thoughts.
Yesterday was my son's birthday, but he was more concerned about making sure he got me something. They brought me a basket full of junk food I don't need and that they want to eat. LOL. Gotta love the thought, though!
Beautiful! I am actually spending time with my mother right now. Your poem speaks the loving truth about mothers.
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Ms Dora I have a lot more to add but I didn't want it to sound overwhelming. Mothers are also funny when I was young my mother put curlers in her hair at night so she would have curls. I remember her pink and silver bobby pins and her gray curlers. Manatita 44 My mothers hair started turning grey and she would color her hair with Loving Care Golden Ash Blonde with no peroxide because that was bad for you. Marlene B I was playing pretend guns in our yard and my mother couldn't see me laying on the ground. She tripped over me and broke her toe. Boy was she mad. There were so many other times that come to memory. She loved all kinds of cheese and didn't like cherries. Thank you all for reading and sharing. Mothers, moms , ma's all hold a special place in my heart.
Dream-On, just so you know, I did answer your message where you commented on my poem about my Rhyming Addiction...(lol). I answered you via replying to the comment. I didn't know if this was what you meant in where to message you, so I thought I'd let you be aware of it.
Thank you for sharing the wonderful poem above. My children are new adults, now, and I love them so much, and though I am so incredibly proud of each of them, I miss them! I miss my babies! I still see their baby-faces everywhere I am. Yet, now they are adults. I still want to nurture and protect them, but they are adults, now, and like their independence. The time went quickly, and poof! my babies were no longer babies! How did this happen so fast? One day I am reading them Chronicles of Narnia, while they cuddle next to me, and giving them hugs for their boo-boos, and now they are big boys...Men! I ask myself, "Where was I, that this time went by so fast??" It is as if one night, I tucked them into bed, gave them kisses, said our prayers together, laughed about something one of them said, and then I went to sleep for the night, and then I woke up the next morning, and they were all grown up! They will always be my babies!
Hugs,
Tamara
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Tamara Moore I agree with this wonderful life we live. Time is the biggest magic trick I have ever experienced.Not having any children but I have seen my nieces and nephews change over years and watching them become young adults when in my mind I still think they can't be that age. I have tried many ways of recording the years I have loved and struggled with. I would enjoy exploring it even further. If you have the time maybe we could join some of our efforts by email and see if we could collaborate on a project. I think of so many ideas and it is easy to lose focus. I know I am so close to achieving but still out of reach.As a team both of us seeking the same goals we could go farther tthan ever before. My wife loves that I write but writing is not her thing. She says find people that think like you. I can spend hours running one line through my head for a week. I have a great desire to write more and do to work and life there is only a few hours left in the day. I forget where I leave off and then it is if I have to start from scratch all over again. I get frustrated and I try to turn that energy into a positive results. Coworkers I work with and friends I grew up with have no interest. They just don't know why someone would spend so much time writing.Just a thought. Most people are so busy they have no time to even write. I understand but I do the best I can. Thank you for your comments and sharing stories about your loving family. Have a great day.
Every day and in every way even though I know my mom is close by watching over me I miss her a lot. As I grew she seemed to get smaller and smaller but she was big on love and on advice and anything to help me get through life. I might have been so much taller but my mom had the biggest heart and compassion. For a long time after she passed on I would run into some problems and I would think it will be alright I'll go home and talk to mom. It would then hit me that talking to mom had become so much harder because she was not longer with me.
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Gypsy Rose Lee I can see and feel the beautiful love you will always have for your mother. You have so many memories that can be played over and over in your mind that can make you remember how special she was to you. I do that often with my mother and father. It is not the same but it is as close as I can come. I am so blessed I had as long as I did with each parent and it's God's will when we all leave this earth. I spend my time with wonderful people while I'm alive and this is what my mother would want me to do. To live my life and live it fully. I try to accomplish that both in my day to day activities and in my writings. Time is so precious it shouldn't be wasted on being sad and depressed. Enjoying old love and with those feelings create new love. I get so involved in what I am thinking I feel good and I push every day to my last breath. Thank you so much for sharing. Please let me know if this helped you. Have a relaxing night.
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