Love of a Mother to her kids

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Love of a Mother to her kids

Nine to ten months of pregnancy, a mother cannot tell what she really feels
Morning sickness,breaking of diet and emotional depression is unhappy
The sexy body became a piggy bank,the clear skin have freckles
But she still taking it all for her baby to come.

Everyones excited and impatiently waiting when labor time
The mother is doing her best to push her baby out
She cried,scream and shout, tired and worried if the baby is fine
And the cry of an Angel finally come out of the world.

It was not the end of being a mother,she still needs to take care of her baby
Sleepless every night,do the home chores in the morning
Instead of taking a nap when she have time after work
She lay down beside the baby and watch her sleep to be safe.

She is sad when her baby is sick,she can't eat and worried
She can't even  go to the bathroom when the baby cries
Insatead of shower with shampoos she get a shower pee or poop
But she is still smiling and having fun seeing her baby growing in her hand.

First teeth,first word first step and laugh makes her smile
Cleaning up the mess when the baby starts to crawl
Making food to feed the baby in good
And changing diapers and clothes after the baby played.

But now a days, kids doesn't seems to realized how lucky they are
To grow up with a loving and caring mother they have
They starts to rebel of their mothers heart
Some hurt them, talk bad words to them,won't listen what they are saying

But mothers only cry, and love their children still
For good or bad times they are always there
They are trying to spend time for them when they grow older
Because one day, maybe they cannot see them become a mother like her.

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windsongs commented on Love of a Mother to her kids

03-30-2013

this poem reminds me of Davey and Goliath when i was toddler, simple times-ur great mom-happy easter :)

honey

03/30/2013

lol,,I made this for my daughter,I hope she will understand my feelings. it is not easy to be a mother,grrr Happy Easter to you too lol

windsongs

03/31/2013

she understands, happy Easter :)

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

honey’s Poems (39)

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Piece by Piece 1
True or False 0
For a while or goodbyes 0
When I met you 0
Longing for your Love again 0
One more try 0
The star light in the dark 0
Time 0
Limited time of unknown relationship 0
Marriage is not a Prison 0
Fear and Darkness 1
Disappointmen
ts
0
Husband and Wife 2
Love of a Mother to her kids 1
Loved and Lost 1
I like you by Mistake 1
Can't take my eyes off you 0
Missing you 0
I am sorry 0
Forbidden love 0
A Message 0
Reverence 0
Unknown 0
Angel Rain 0
Daddy 1
To my sailor 0
Being a sailor,husban
d and a father
1
Navy Wife 0
Happy Mothers Day 0
I am here waiting for you 0
My prayer 5
Passionate love 3
To the one I love 4
The Past 3
I hope its you 9
Friends 6
Alone 6
Say it now or never 7
Farewell 5