I was sent to the edge of that cliff, and there I sat.
There I stared into the void, the nothingness.
I felt the rock from beneath sifting...crumbling.
Stillness
I could not find the strength, as the earth beneath disinterested.
......
So very often you will see me fail,
and mostly I don't care.
For failing is just part of life,
its something all humans share.
I don't care if I'm not the best
at many of the things I do,
but every inch of my being is telling me
I must be the best mother, for you.
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There once was a woman tamed with internal toil
Guarded and gutted, lost and forgotten
Her heart brimmed with passion for the broods she bore
Yet the stagnant air wept at the musty wooden door
No longer rising by the sun’s sail
Her heavy limbs silently seeped toward the floor
Too weary to feel too numb to mourn
The degree of fear she’s felt within was no flaw
......
She’s frequently there with an opinion…
Often willing to share free advice…
She wants us all to find a way to be happy…
And to one another she wants us to be nice…
She has forever been an wonderful mother…
And she continues to be one to this day…
But if we do something to get on her bad side…
We should do our best to stay out of her way…
......
Racing towards the weekend, Mom is full of joy.
A hard week’s worth of work, all worth it and so
she can see her little boy.
Once Saturday morn hits,
they play outside all day in the sun.
The boy laughs and wonders,
Why can’t every day be this fun?
They go and get ice cream
......
I was sent to the edge of that cliff, and there I sat.
There I stared into the void, the nothingness.
I felt the rock from beneath sifting...crumbling.
Stillness
I could not find the strength, as the earth beneath disinterested.
......
Momma, I know you've beaten down my mind,
But oh, the ways I remember
How you've been whipped by God.
I recall your force-fed tears,
The illness of loneliness.
I want to cry,
Recalling bedtime
Knowing we heard your cries,
Yet you couldn't stop.
I don't understand why I was traumatized,
......
Cutting the umbilical cord was so fearful
and letting them go so difficult and tearful.
Confusion and doubt came flooding into my soul
my future uncertain now that I’ve lost my role.
My nest was empty now that my fledglings had flown
for they had gone their own way and left me alone.
But my undying love and care will never end
because I will always be their mother and friend.
(In memory of my mother 1931 - 1980)
Born in 1931,
before the second world war had begun
A beautiful, brown-eyed baby girl
The sweetest, Beryl Eugenie Bell
One of ten, her father’s favorite
In knowledge and beauty, she would excel
To him, no other child was greater than
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There once was a woman tamed with internal toil
Guarded and gutted, lost and forgotten
Her heart brimmed with passion for the broods she bore
Yet the stagnant air wept at the musty wooden door
No longer rising by the sun’s sail
Her heavy limbs silently seeped toward the floor
Too weary to feel too numb to mourn
The degree of fear she’s felt within was no flaw
......