Dear Mama
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cabcool
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Guardian of Shadows
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mAmA 107
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♫
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♫
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Fetchitnow
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Thought Provoker
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Joined 20th Apr 2015 Forum Posts: 156
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.
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.
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solanaceae
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Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 17th Jan 2019Forum Posts: 16
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
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
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Sintrovertz
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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.
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(Sintrovertz)
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ReggiePoet
Reggie
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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
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eswaller
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Dangerous Mind
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Joined 22nd Dec 2015Forum Posts: 762
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.
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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