Special Treat ??“ Poetry for Mothers Day

May 9, 2005

Some words for my mother

Maria Doherty

Where are the words when you want them?

Words that say how much you are loved,

Words that say how much you are valued,

Words that say what you mean to me.

Where are the words when you want them?

Words that thank you for my life,

Words that tell you the gratitude I feel,

Words that speak what my heart cannot say.

Where are the words when you want them?

Words that describe your souls shining beauty,

Words that echo the love that you give,

Words that touch on your gentle patience.

Where are the words that I want to speak?

Wrapped deep in the heart that you moulded,

Glowing from the soul that you helped to form,

Unspoken in a love that will never die.

Maria Doherty

mariadoherty@blueyonder.co.uk

~**~**~

MOTHERING

Norma Liles

MOTHERING COMES FROM DEEP WITHIN

PLACED THERE WITH GOD'S OWN GUIDING HAND

A STILL SMALL VOICE THAT CALLS TO HER OWN

GOD OUR FATHER, CREATED HER THAT WAY!

IN TIMES OF TROUBLE SHE IS ALWAYS THERE

TO COMFORT, GUIDE AND UPLIFT YOU

SHE HAS TO BE A PART OF AN ANGELIC BEING

CREATED IN THE IMAGE OF OUR GOD.

GOD RENDERS UNCONDTIONAL LOVE

MOTHERS TEND TO DO THE SAME

WHEN THERE IS NO WHERE ELSE TO TURN

LIKE OUR GOD, MOM'S ARE THERE FOR US, TOO!

NormaLee ?©

Hoopla214 @yahoo.com

4-16-05  

~**~**~

That's my Mom

A strong individual

One of a kind was

Thoughtful of others

That's my Mom!

Had a vision

Of things to come

Was always there

That's my Mom!

Loving tender sweet

Seeing her such a treat

Pretty as a picture

That's my Mom!

I cannot forget her

Neither would you

One in a million

That's my Mom!

She is up in Glory

She sings with the Saints

She's one of them

That's my Mom!

One day in time

I'll join her I know

Won't we rejoice

'My Mom' and I.

Norma Liles ??“ Hoopla214 @yahoo.com

3-28-2005

~**~**~

To Mothers Everywhere

To often we fail to say thank you

For being there, we seem to wait

Until it??™s too late, but I want you

Know that:

I Remember

Janice Bumbalough Marler

I remember when she held my hand

As we crossed the street,

I remember when it rained

How she put Wellingtons on my feet.

(I was so small they came up to my knees),

I remember when she called my umbrella a ???Bumper Shoot??™,

And decked me out in a shiny new rain suit.

I remember how she scrubbed our clothes on

The old wash board until her knuckles turned beet red,

And hung sheets out to dry, on a metal clothesline,

For my downy feather bed.

They smelled so fresh and clean;

I remember how she made our clothes,

Without patterns, on the old trundle sewing machine

Most of them were made from flour sacks

They were originals;

You wouldn??™t find them on

Any department store racks;

I remember the songs she sang to me,

"High diddle, diddle the cat and the fiddle

The cow jumped over the moon"

"Winken, Blinken, and Nod Sailed Out To Sea"

I remember stories she read just before

I went to bed:

"Mary, Mary quite contrary how does

Your garden grow?"

"Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet

When along came a spider

Who sat down beside her and

Scared Miss Muffet away."

Not a day goes by that

I don??™t think of my mother

In one way or another.

I see her in me,

When I smile, when I laugh,

And when I??™m all alone;

She will be with me forever

En through eternity.

Janice Bumbalough Marler

First Serial Rights

April 29, 2005

jan@justacountrygirl.com

www.justacountrygirl.com

www.poetrypoem.com/afamilyaffair

~**~**~

?©A Thank You Note To Momma

Barbara Weymouth

Dearest Momma, it??™s Mother??™s Day and as I reflect on you, this is what I need to say:

Thank you for always being a lady with a heart of gold.  You were my treasure whom I love beyond measure.

I want to say thank you, for all the times I was in need, and you never failed to take heed.  I want to thank you for teaching me right from wrong and yes, how a woman can be gentle, yet strong!

I want to thank you for teaching me that by giving, I??™d truly receive, for teaching me to be honest, truthful, to share and be kind.

I want to thank you for teaching me the Golden Rule, to treat others as I wished to be.  You always said, ???That how I treated others would come back to me???.

You led by example and not just by talk, in your daily living you truly walked that walk.  You were my Momma and you were the best, and I rejoice in my very soul for knowing, how truly I was blessed!

So on this Mother??™s Day I honor you with a grateful heart For there is no card or gift to bring you this day; For heaven??™s gate is much too far away!

?©Copyright, Barbara J. Ervin-Weymouth, May 1, 2004, All Rights Reserved

weymouth@cwnet.com