Motherhood Poems
My Boy
by May Golda
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.
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Beryl Eugenie Bell
by Sharon Morgan
(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
......
Ain’t Life Granne!
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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…
......
Mother
by Ashley Williams
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
......
Still Me
by Kate Wallace
I am not thin
For my stomach is not flat
My skin no longer tight
And I often see myself as fat
I am not sexy
And I am not tall
My ass is not round
And my breasts are not full
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My Boy
by May Golda
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.
......
My Pride Resides in Her Smile
by Brady Stewart
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,
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Always a Mother
by Baramundi Roy
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.
Beryl Eugenie Bell
by Sharon Morgan
(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
......
Mother
by Ashley Williams
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
......
