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Dear Mama

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cabcool
Guardian of Shadows
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Another Apronsong for my Mother, Blanche Medorah Cunningham Bowen    
on the 107th Anniversary of her Birth (1913 February 06)  
   
    
“Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also,    
and he praises her.”  Prov. 31:28 ESV
   
   
your eyes are looking back    
a hundred years    
although no longer can    
they see my tears    
you led me by the hand    
when I was small    
now I am vowed to lead    
you, lest you fall    
if I could smell the flow'rs again    
that nestled on your garden path    
and watch you wipe the bloody stain    
from fingers stung by red-rose wrath!    
   
old whispered moments    
echo in your head    
although your ears are but    
as good as dead    
the songs that once regaled    
your lyric tongue    
have ne'er my bosom failed    
since days were young    
you carried me o'er rocky trails    
and saved me from dark, sultry nights    
as strength today your bones curtails    
i'll be your bedside candlelight    
   
you sacrificed the milk    
of tenderness    
to woo my feet from paths    
of recklessness    
victim of hardship, you    
have struggled long    
yet facing woeful threat   
with hopeful song    
your nimble hands have fashioned dust    
to consummate sufficiency    
equal to life’s deep cut-and-thrust    
how generous your clemency!
   
   
© Copyright 2020 February 05    
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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Fetchitnow
Thought Provoker
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Mama, The Bond Is Still Strong

I thought you loved her      
As we all should do        
Loving ones mummy, comes automatically        
Go ahead, say I love you too        
Yeah, Yeah, the bond is so strong        
       
But, I blew up like an atomic bomb        
I lost my lovin’ mom        
I stayed away for years        
And my letters never arrived        
Rubber stamped, ‘Return to Sender’      
       
I miss my mother        
because the bond was once strong        
I now realise my faults        
as some of you would understand        
Hope-Pray        
to reunite someday soon        
       
My love for my mama        
For our bond is still so strong        
The risk of exploding, it’s in everyone        
But never forget every lost soul        
Was once a lovin’ son.
Written by Fetchitnow
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solanaceae
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 17th Jan 2019
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Mamaw's Kitchen

she awakes at dawn,  
ready for the day,  
an old custom  
she grew accustomed to  

in sharecropper times,  
she worked in boots of steel,  
& within a factory,  
she slaved away  
  
with her five children,  
and alcoholic husband,  
in a tiny house  
planted firmly in  
the Mississippi Delta  
 
shucking corn  
and shelling peas,  
in Mamaw's house,  
a tastefully divine  
culinary specialty  
 
homemade biscuits  
in her kitchen,  
fingers, flour-dusted,  
like magic from  
an early winter's snow  
 
she kneads the dough,  
a cigarette dangling  
off her crooked smile  
the entire time  
 
an old enamelware  
coffee mug sits nearby  
and the pot brews all day  
and night  
in this house
Written by solanaceae
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Sintrovert
Sintrovertz
Strange Creature
Joined 8th Jan 2017
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How I am I doing?

                                              


I know you’re in a better place so I won't ask how you’re doing.
I know you’re watching over me so I ask you, how you think I'm doing?

From the beginning of high school I decided not to show emotion I don't know why.

But that morning I got the call to say you were on your way out, I couldn’t help but cry.

I would cry you a river if meant you floating your way back to us.
But you've gone you’re now the angel up there looking out for us.

I wondered for a while as a man crying does that make me soft, does that make me weak.
Whether hidden or on show emotions are part of me so the answer to that question I no longer seek.

One special lady that held the family together.

Too many memories you’re in our hearts forever.

Free of pain, dementia no longer has a hold on you.

Forever is the length of time we will remember you.

Five children left here on earth representing you.

The 6th child has made his way up to heaven to find you.

7 days a week I regret not visiting regularly enough.
I'm learning to move on with life but it's been rough.

8 times I thought about writing this before I swallowed my pride.

Now here I am on your nine night celebrating your life, with friends and family by my side.

I told you I wasn't happy with what I've achieved so far and you said be patient there's plenty of time.

But procrastinating is what kept me from seeing you, now I feel like I haven't learnt I'm still here wasting my time.

Writing these poems is either a mid-life crisis or an inspirational change.

I've been making the same mistakes to go with the same excuses I felt something had to change.

I'm still figuring it out, after all these years I'm still lost trying to find my way.

Tell me how I'm doing, help me find my way.
Written by Sintrovert (Sintrovertz)
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
Fire of Insight
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Mama's Calling


       Inner child, your mama’s calling from the past, a memory, haunting
Twenty years, unspoken longing since she passed through heaven’s door
        Inner child, your mama’s singing, hear the memory, now ringing
        Deep within, your tears are brimming, wishing you could sing with her
Listen to her lovely singing, raise your voice and sing with her!
                                                Lovingly, remember her
 
        In your mind’s eye, see her walking hand in hand, with daddy, talking
At Sears Roebuck, Christmas shopping, brought to mind from long ago
        Images of love and laughter, longing for the things that matter
        Loved ones now in the hereafter, see them still, with heartfelt glow
Mom and Dad look down from heaven, Knowing how I miss you so!
                                                Memories from long ago
 
Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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eswaller
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To My Beautiful Mama

You gave me life and love when I could
Barely breathe or move on with my life.
In a world with hate you always stood
There with the weight, but still in strife

You never complained once about pain
Or hardship. You stand strong and firm
Like the earth’s dirt. In all the wind, rain,
Storms and chaos you are there to affirm

What I knew all along, that I am one of
The lucky ones. I have always wanted to
Follow in your footsteps, but like a dove
I must fly my way by following the blue

Sky to wherever I can find my happiness
And make it on my own. You taught me
Someone could come from scrappiness
Or somewhere terrible, but we can all be

Somewhere whole or beautiful. The place
And destination is far from perfect, but
The only thing that matters is that I trace
Your love with my fingertips, not shutting

It out even if I tried really hard. I am no
Longer a little kid fitting perfectly within
Your soft arms, but still you let me grow
And become me – comfortable in my skin,

Silly, beautiful beyond measure, bright,
And kindhearted despite what the world
Keeps throwing at me. You gave me light
At the end of the tunnel. Behind your curled

Smile, I see perfection despite the wrinkles
Or gray hair. I see your strength regardless
Of the mountains you climbed. The twinkles
In your eyes stay. Your love is far from starless.
Written by eswaller
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