Mother's Day Tribute

My Mom passed away so I wrote this for her Eulogy.'


              "My Mother's Flower Vase"

I remember back so long ago in my youthful days.
Times that I had owned my Mom so many flowers.
That would fill up her vase.

If she was here and it were possible I would scoop
forth the largest amounts.
The most exotic flora and fauna a memorial for her.
Decorating up stadiums for the most grand show about.

But I also realize that greater care would be needed.
To continue the life of so many plants.
The magnitude and honor that I would try to sustain.
Would build on even a greater stance.

My flowers I now keep for you Mom are in my heart.
With the memory of your special love and spirit.
Sometimes when all is quiet and sound by myself.
I remember the softness of your voice and still hear it.

Thanks vortexman for kicking this competition to a great start.

"My Twisted Mother Tribute"
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I wish
I had
something
better to write,
something
nicer to say
on
Mother's Day.
But
when I do
she always comes
back to bite me,
dead or alive.
For what it's worth,
she
poisoned me
at birth,
infected
my body
with
bad character.
I've been
trying
a lifetime
to
drain her
from
my system.
I would give
the
entire universe
for
a mother
who doesn't live in
one of her own.
in her world,
selfishness
rises
like the sun
and pain
stays with
you all day,
lingers well
into the night
with
greed and hypocrisy.
She's  
unholy as hell,
a byproduct
of the scum
I called granddad
and
I am
their offspring,
fighting
to save
my very soul
every day,
not
just the one
saved
for
my twisted mother.

Thank you Strider for your interesting entry.

Mother In Law


Gone, but not forgotten. . .
Oh, I see that every day
The way your son misses you
And how I never fully measure up
To you, in his eyes.
You were a wonderful woman,
But somehow he still grips your apron strings
For dear life.
I owe you much gratitude
For your selflessness
When I needed help with my own daughter,
But I’ll never understand how your son ended up
With such snobbery,
And all the “isms” of a drinkless alcoholic.
Hermit in the ivory tower,
Trying to always make me into the “you”
He has placed on a pedestal.
I am me,
And I thought I did everything right
Or as right as I could
However the situation,
But I’ll always be subject to your standard
And told what a failure I am
As a mother, myself
For the slightest infraction,
Not fully in line with you.
I’d trade him to have you back, anyday,
For you loved me in a way he never has
And never will:
As I am.

FOR MY LATE MOTHER - MAY SHE REST IN THE PEACE OF THE LORD


Life has wiped out her memory

She lived longer than her friends

When she died

Four people at her graveside

Where are the others?

My father, in another city

Her family….all over the world

She did not deserve the life she had

Nor the lingering death

She lived much too long

Begged for an early ending

Against the religion and the laws

I think she hung on

For me.

Thanks MadameLavender and peacebeuntoyou for your great entries.

Resentment (for mom)

I've been in this dark place  
for quite a while now  
if this place had a name  
it might be "Dissatisfaction"  
or something like,  
"Indifference" or "Weariness"  
All suiting words  
describing a dreary situation  
 
I've heard I'm good with words  
but maybe I'm not  
maybe just most people are terrible with them  
but that's beside the point  
the point is really,  
that I am so very tired of this  
this feeling that seemed to manifest  
deep inside  
roots buried so deep in my core  
that this diseased tree will never fall down  
 
I'm told by my therapist  
to go deep down  
within myself  
to find these roots  
for there is the source of my discontent  
I traveled this path  
and found you  
 
I wasn't prepared for the revelation  
after we have come so far  
and I had rebuilt all those bridges  
that I had set to torch  
that all these feelings  
could knock me flat  
and curdle in my stomach  
like rancid emotions  
 
It was always you  
I see that now  
and now my biggest regret  
is not telling you how I feel  
what I know  
what I want you to see in my eyes  
that you hurt me  
more than words could ever explain  
 
It's too late now  
because we made our peace  
though now it seems premature  
there's so much left to fester  
and I don't have the heart to tell you  
that I resent you

Mae Means

Candy
and flowers,
macaroni art and don't forget the 
silly coupons you made in third grade. 
Picnic at Grandmas, fantastic pies and salads.
Enough to hold you down till Fathers Day. 
Smiles and laughter and not a whole bunch of depth thereafter.

But now it's white carnations,
scrunched faces and tears.


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Rest In Peace.
The sweetest God I ever knew
was my mom. My apocalypse
was her death. I don't know
where she's going. But I am
positive it's better than here.
Maybe she's smoking with
Grandpa. Or watching me
write this awful poetry. I
really don't know. There
is nothing I can do but
mourn and pray for
the day when the
sun vanishes and
oblivion sucks me
in and I can see
that pretty force
of nature once
again.
 
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I wrote these the year my mom passed away. I just dread mothers day ever since.

A Sailor and a Momma's Boy

I'm a little boy at the age of 3
I just found the best mommy for me.
I'm 5 or 6 now, somewhere in that range
She legally adopted me now, I just got my name change.
Just past 7, and now I'm 8
Realizing how lucky I am she found me before it was too late.
Starting my teen years, going into 8th grade
Thinking of the big difference in my life momma has made.
I finally did it, high school is here
I hear her sweet voice saying "don't worry, it'll be ok dear".
I did cross country, football, basketball, baseball, track and field
Never once did she stop supporting me, never once did her faith in me yield.
Certificates, metals, rings, patches, award banquets with friends on all sides
She was always there waiting for me at the end, beaming with joy and pride.
I'm in San Diego now, taking my oath, right hand raised
And she still showers me with love, encouragement, and praise.
I'm finally back home after 3 months of boot camp on Christmas break
There's all my favorite dishes she promised she would make.
With a bittersweet tone I tell her Spain is the next place I to which I must go
A mix of emotions, for these next 3 years will be hard, this we know.
We're at Ontario airport now, she gives me one final hug goodbye
We're all doing our very best to not be to sad and cry.
Now here I stand, a U.S. sailor, serving for my country and for her
We will get through this and stay strong, of this I am sure.
Because even though I'm not reading in her lap or begging for a new toy
I'm proud to say that I still am and always will be a momma's boy.

Thanks Versonnen, Carla and Caleb M for your great entries.

Mom......u are beyond my words,
As my words are in boundary,
But ur Love and affection,
Is far away from this century.

You have an immense power,
To keep me hire,
And I am the one,
Who always wishes to fulfill your desires.

Mom......You are a Unique creature,
Who made me nurture,
And I am the one....
Who are still finding the words for your future.

Thanks for your entry praveengola...much appreciated!

Heres my entry :3


People feel the need to put me down
I feel as if im about to drown
mother you hold me when times are rough
keep the words out of my ear, your my safe and sound earmuff
You keep me warm and wrap with in a cloak of love
around you theres peace
you are my loving dove
the one I love
a ray of light comes from your smile
for you id run the endless mile
keep faith in me and your strong heart
nothing will ever tare us apart
you are my angel
you are the women who carried me those nine long months
to repay you all I must give is
Love