Thematic Attic Thursday ~A Mother`s Love Never Ends
A Mother`s Love Never Ends..
From that first moment you hold that child in your arms
Love is shared even with those above especially when a birth is celebrated
Be creative and have fun
Sharing with us in a poetry style
A Mother`s Love Never Ends ~
It is even shared with others
Tonight we ask you to share how this applies to you
Rather a mother giving birth to your own child
Were you adopted or chosen / honored to be one`s mother
To be blessed as ones mother is a true blessing
Knowing feeling that bond as~
Love Never Ends
We even help our child/children along the way
Many ways you may relate with this title tonight
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EDNA(MOTHER) IS MY HERO. SHE TAUGHT US WHAT EVERY WOMEN SHOULD KNOW. SHE HAD A HEART OF GOLD SHE NEVER LET ANYONE GO HUNGARY. NEVER PUSH ANYONE AWAY.. HER DOOR WAS ALWAYS OPEN. SHE WAS A STAY HOME MOM. RAISED 8 KIDS OF HER OWN, AND OTHER FAMILYS KIDS ALSO AND STEP KIDS ALSO. WE HAD ANYWHERE BETWEEN 8- 14 KIDS IN THE HOUSE. SHE NEVER MISSED ANYTHING AT SCHOOL. SHE DID FOR OTHERS BEFORE HERSELF ALWAYS.SHE MY HERO AND MY BEST FRIEND.LOVE YOU MOM. MOM HAD 21 GRAND KIDS AND 6 GREAT GRAND KIDS.
AND NOW IT’S MY TURN I’M A MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER AND THESE ARE MY BLESSING NOW… WHAT I LIVE FOR ALL 5 LITTLE ANGELS.
Since the day I was born
You’ve taught me to be strong
You’ve always been there for even when we were torn
Even when I was wrong
You showed me a love so pure
Even with our fights
There is no cure
You show me what’s right
You taught me to be the best that I can be
Even when I was left in the dark
You are the woman who gave me everything
And you left your signature mark
I am nothing without you
I am lost without you
You have a heart so big and true
I never knew how important you are
You always keep my feet firmly on the ground
And my world spinning around
You are my bright shining star
You keep my head held high
When everything feels like a lie
You are my waters, grass, trees and sky
You always give me an answer when I ask why
You gave up everything for me and the rest
You gave up your empty nest
Words cannot explain…..
STRINGHT OF A WOMAN
She can carry
Heavy loads is true
More than her weight
They say one can
Carry twice their weight
Are be measured by ones weight in gold
This may be true to fact
Yet a woman
Can and does carry more
Than her weight
For she carry your mine and their
Not on her back of coarse
She carries
The weight of the world
Upon her shoulders
And dont even know it
She had a full time job of bein
A wife mother and a lover
Work her fingers
To the bone
Just to satisfy all in need
Highest salaries job
But never git paid her worth
Its just pure love
That she gives
No questioned of are for
She just is
Moms are the best thing in your life
They makelife much brighter
Straight of a mom is
A million to one
Mother love is the fuel
That a the world go round
Makes you feel
That nothing you do
Is impossible
Moms are
Genuine they know it all
Even it we dont always listen
They are smart
And straight form the heart goodness
Perfectly wondrous
Moms are even crafty
Wild and beautiful
Imperfect they are and
Just full of love
Like no other in the world
Straight of a mom
A man can only
Wish for
Thats why
They be so jealous
When children
Comes between them
Moms and mothers the best thing ever made
And they say its a mans world
Dont think so
For where would
A man are boy be
With out a woman are a girl
A woman
She carries the string ht
Of the world on her shoulders
Mom I love you so
Written By: Bettie Davis ————— © May o9 , 2o12
A Mother’s Love
Nurtured in my womb
born of my heart
not a single person alive
can love you as I do
Protected in infancy
teaching you always
not a single person alive
can love you as I do
Growing up in life
friends can come and go
not a single person alive
can love you as I do
I will always be your mother
in my heart you are always welcome
for not a single person alive
can love you as I do
Dedicated to all Mother’s out there
Hello Diana / Jon / pals and guess ….Welcome all to another Thematic Attic Thursday / A Mother`s Love Never Ends … So lookin forward to all what bring pictures / writes / videos are just stop by and read … But dont forgit ta Heart us it like … Hugs
Mother
Is a Special word
A special lady
Strong and does without
Her love never ends
Even when away love know
Her love is within still whole
As love we hold
Giving each a hug, shared
Warmth felt for love grows
Keeping us stronger though our journey
Unconditional Love she shows
Addding wings lifting when feel without
Her love in always here
A Mother`s Love Never Ends~
I couldn`t locate in a hurry one with my mother by herself but, you can tell which one she is
So, much beauty and loved being a lady 🙂 Smiles with love, shared
I may be the only one here who is not a mom, but I do appreciate them! Great theme Diane and Bettie! Since we are doing Dr., Seuss on feet on the Fling beginning tomorrow night, I did mine as a momish version of the famous Seuss classic Hop On Pop.
MOMS HAVE APLOMB
Moms have aplomb.
When you’re in trouble,
see the aplomb on mom.
But if you are bad
she can be like the worst nightmare you ever had.
because that makes your mom sad,
perhaps even mad.
Maybe even mad enough to threaten to turn you into…rubble.
When his finger gets a stinger,
where does Hugo Holmes go?
Hugo Holmes goes home.
He homes in on his mom.
In Hartford and Nome,
hither and yon,
all points people roam,
there there are moms
with soothing balms.
Even in deserts
or deep in Texas
where gusher squirts,
mom is the nexus.
that protects us from what vex us.
Down on the farm,
who keeps us from harm?
To grave from her womb
you can count on your moom.
In each busy city
you can lean on her pity
whenever you feel s****y.
And no one else is quite as witty.
(I hope you’re enjoying this little mom ditty!)
Ted Trixie and Tommy
all love their mommy
They know that no matter what is what
one hero protects their butt.
There’s always one person
who does not want their life to worsen.
She is most determined,
if I may be permitted to loosen my tersen,
who always tries to keep them from ending up in a hearse, son.
Even moms with large feet
can perform a large feat
by raising you right
with each motherly rite
in the day and at night
so you’ll see the light.
Here’s the end of this write.
Copyright May 9th 2012 RGD
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Mothers are LOVE
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Mothers are the place where love
Emerges from the earth,
And happiness rings out like bells
Rejoicing in our birth.
Mothers are the sun that lights
The sky in every day,
So we can know that we are loved
In a very special way.
Mothers are the moon that shines
Upon all our dark despairs,
So even when we shed our tears
We know that someone cares.
Mothers are such special souls
Show them all your love,
For they won’t be here forever
But will always shine from up above.
(c) Angel Love
Eventually life allows us mothers we can love only in memory.
I remember mine a very special way.
If time allows I’ll try to come back with something more uplifting …
NOTHING COMPARE TO MOTHERS LOVE
From the day I waz born
I knew that I waz loved
After being hand over to me mom
I sazz her smilin face
Lookin down on me
I could see
The sweat and tears
On her beautiful face
Those I didnt know it then
For all I could see waz the love there within
My mom counted all me fingers and toes
Brushed me hair with tender care
Wrapped me in a blanket
Held me ever so close
I knew I waz loved
As days grew by I would smell
Of her breath
The sweet nursin
Fed me so well as I grew
Then as mom would slowly git to her feet
Gratherin her strength back
Walkin around
I smell sum thing new
Flowers I think it waz for it smells so sweet
Not at all like the breath milk that I had eaten earlier
Mom had pick flowers
From out of door
And place then on the table
Right beside her bed
Then she would smell of
So would I
Cuz I waz that close to her
Every where me mom went
I waz there
Well until she lay me down for a nap
Yet most time
When her work waz done
She would lay beside me there
We would both
Take a nap together
How sweet the smell of
As grew much older
Mom would read to me
Learnin me
Things I never knew
And to me remembering
It waz the bible
For that waz the only book
That she kept by her bed
Still growin like a weed I waz
Mom would then teach me to count
I would be nibblein on me toes and lookin at me fingers
Guess I waz counting not sure
This little piggy went to the market
This little piggy stayed at home
This little piggy had roast beef
This little piggy had none
And this little piggy
Went
Wee wee wee
All the way home
Then when walkin and talkin
I learn way more
Mom taught me
To sing and dance
All the golden rules of life
Big girl things that I should do and not do
I cooked my first egg when I waz only five years ole
Mom taught me to iron and clean
Had me first job at eight
Thou it waz just sweepin yard at home
Doing little arr on round house
Mom waz a teacher in her own way
Yet had real job at fourteen
For mom had worked
Fingers to bone
Carin for me dad who had
Gotten sick could not
As they say
Brin home the bacon
Mom waz the bread winner then
Thou tire and worn
She marched on
Mom I love her so
All though years
She waz mom
Now I be mom
Mom to mine and sum time me mom mom
Now that she dont know her way
The love of a mother
It never end
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————— © May o9 , 2o12
I WISH I COULD WRITE SOMETHING BUT I CAN’T.
Such a beautiful blog and theme and pieces posted. Big Hugs to All on this beautiful Thursday.
Written for last year’s TA Mother’s Day Blog . . . .
TAKING FLIGHT
I watched you grow
from the tiniest seed,
when you were hardly a thought
and barely a dream.
And when you were ready,
you knew and so did I,
(for mothers and fathers
know all those things),
time to try out those new wings
as you soared
and I again smiled.
And on those days
each one of you
were born into my world,
time stood still,
the wonder of it all.
And I savored each moment,
your tiny hands and feet,
miracles in every way,
and treasures I’d always keep.
And as I watch each of you
grow and thrive,
not children anymore,
I’m reminded once more
how much my life
changed on those days,
never the same
as I watched you grow,
never doubting
what you’d become.
And as you have developed
into your independent selves,
testing what was out there,
confidence growing every day,
we all knew when it was time
for you to be out on your own.
And I treasure each memory
along the way when your dreams
seemed so very far away.
And I couldn’t be more thankful
that so many dreams do,
in fact,
come true,
realities for you
as we’re blessed
by the adults and friends
that you’ve each become,
dreams’ sweet fruition
for each one of us.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-5-11
Written for CPC “Thematic Attic/
A Mother’s Day World.”
Another one written last year . . . . I’ll try a new piece later on today.
JUST PARENTS AFTER ALL
Just parents, after all,
and doing what parents do,
I’ve tried my best to do for mine
what parents are supposed to do.
and on this Mother’s Day once more
I think back and recall the role
my mother played in
who I am today.
She taught me to listen very well,
as she listened so well to me;
she taught me to open my eyes
and explore the world,
that despite all the pain and suffering,
there’s also so much beauty to see;
she taught me to love the flowers,
her peonies and tulips her pride;
she taught me not to criticize
and accept others for who they are;
as she taught me how to look around,
to step outside myself,
to put myself in the other person’s place,
to respect everyone and understand
that they are just as important as me,
and what they have to say
deserves to be heard as much as me.
My mother (and my dad as well)
taught me so many things;
the list is long
and I’m so very thankful
for what she taught to me —
how to look
and how to listen,
and, more importantly,
how to hear;
how to be fair
and how not to judge
and how to know
what’s important in life,
the love my parents gave to me.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-8-11
FOR ALL THE MOTHERS
A mothers love
In any given
Form
Shape and are size
Is love
Every where
Thats just what
The world
Is made of love
For you
And the me
Big and small
Man are beast it be love
Written By: Bettie Davis —————– © May 1o , 2o12