a mother's love

Mother

How sweet the word mother is!

How full of beauty reminding the Mother of Maxim Gorky,

You have made me indebted with the opportunity,

To myself in the light cleanse.

 

You are my pride,

My soul is not mine but yours,

Since it is the artifact of which you are the source,

Can you ever conceal affection? No you cannot hide.

 

I do not exactly know,

How to make you feel happy,

Is there really any possibility,

To compensate for all the hardships and agonies undergone by you?

     

Impossible is the answer,

  Please forgive me for making you weep once in a while,

I can never forget the moment while I achieve something special,

You shed tears in ecstasy; your precious teardrops truly inspire.

 

I miss you mother believe me,

I know that I have not been a child perfect,

But that I love you so much is known to you, you cannot reject,

 I promise mother I will try to make myself what you want me to be.

 

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Mother's Children


Viewed before a mothers eyes
forever a child in her embrace
From swaddled dreams and lullabies
years pass beyond the cradle’s lace

In ardent heart her children dwell
time is forgotten in mother's care
Aging shadows and streaks of gray
she offers no less love to share

In youth were cuddled babes to breast
undaunted memories for seasons gone
Sometimes a tear from hidden face
falls with an image of yesterday's dawn

Laughter of children from fondest dreams
whisk her away to longed places of lure
A moment’s weep sanctioned with smile
reminds us her love will always endure

Viewed before a mother’s eyes
beloved children never grow old
To all she offers lulling comfort
cradled in arms that never unfold

© C.E. Vance

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Just another thought.

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child

When I look
though these bars
of your design
when I feel the sun
though the window blinds
when I smell fresh air
when you open the door
I bow my head
and cry a little more

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Take me to the moon

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Requiescat in pace

TAKE me to the stars, Mummy,
I need to find the moon.
Take me to the highest mountain.
Let me touch the clouds.
I need to see, to hear, to touch.
I need to find the moon.
Please, Mummy, take me to the stars.
I need to find the moon.

Take me to a cliff, sheer rock,
So I may smell the sea.
Let me fly with a gull's grace
Down to the mighty waves.
I need to see, to hear, to touch.
I need to find the moon.
Please, Mummy, take me to the stars.
I need to find the moon.

Take me to a forest, Mummy.
I need to breathe the air.
Give me eyesight of a tiger searching for its prey.
I need to see, to hear, to touch.
I need to find the moon.
Please, Mummy, take me to the stars.
I need to find the moon.

A mother rocked her dying child
And listened to the her murmur.
"I'm sorry, Baby," she whispered softly.
"I can't take you to the stars."
But she didn't hear her mother's words,
For she had found the moon.

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