#entry for https://t.me/WritersClub/107615
My mom was an orphan and didn't have a mother. I can't understand how she can be a great mother without having a mom herself. She says it comes naturally; that the love she has for me can only be understood when I have a baby of my own and I learn to love it the moment I knew I had him. She says it a feeling that is same with every human in this world, hard to understand but felt by everyone who is a mother or have a mother. She sacrificed her whole youth to bring me up, sacrificed her future, her career and her well being so that I will be better than her. She tells me while I was born she can't get tired of looking at me and that she prayed I would grow fast so that she can talk to me. My mom is my mentor, my friend, my sister and she is my guardian. She is not perfect; she makes mistakes but she is z most strongest, brightest, courageous, brave and kind hearted person I know and am also sure she loves me for who I am more than anyone. And now I can't wait to see the baby growing inside of me, to experiance the love she had given me and even with out meeting my baby I know I will sacrifice my life for him if I have to. Being a mother is extraordinary and all mothers should be loved and respected for they are the pillar for our being, our families and our society! #mom #kb
By Kodie
My mom was an orphan and didn't have a mother. I can't understand how she can be a great mother without having a mom herself. She says it comes naturally; that the love she has for me can only be understood when I have a baby of my own and I learn to love it the moment I knew I had him. She says it a feeling that is same with every human in this world, hard to understand but felt by everyone who is a mother or have a mother. She sacrificed her whole youth to bring me up, sacrificed her future, her career and her well being so that I will be better than her. She tells me while I was born she can't get tired of looking at me and that she prayed I would grow fast so that she can talk to me. My mom is my mentor, my friend, my sister and she is my guardian. She is not perfect; she makes mistakes but she is z most strongest, brightest, courageous, brave and kind hearted person I know and am also sure she loves me for who I am more than anyone. And now I can't wait to see the baby growing inside of me, to experiance the love she had given me and even with out meeting my baby I know I will sacrifice my life for him if I have to. Being a mother is extraordinary and all mothers should be loved and respected for they are the pillar for our being, our families and our society! #mom #kb
By Kodie
#entry for https://t.me/WritersClub/107615
One day, when I was pink
And you held me in your arms
One day, when I was small
And you made me learn walk
One day, when I cried
And you wept my tears with your dupatta
One day, when I was hopeless
You held my hand and made me calm
One day, when I laughed
And your eyes smiled
Mom, I cherish all those days since birth where you stood in my thick and thin.
I love you Mom.
Happy mother's day.
By #kripa for #mom
One day, when I was pink
And you held me in your arms
One day, when I was small
And you made me learn walk
One day, when I cried
And you wept my tears with your dupatta
One day, when I was hopeless
You held my hand and made me calm
One day, when I laughed
And your eyes smiled
Mom, I cherish all those days since birth where you stood in my thick and thin.
I love you Mom.
Happy mother's day.
By #kripa for #mom
It was not Death, for I stood up..
-by #EmilyDickinson
It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down—
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos—crawl—
Nor Fire—for just my Marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool—
And yet, it tasted, like them all,
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial,
Reminded me, of mine—
As if my life were shaven,
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key,
And ’twas like Midnight, some –
When everything that ticked—has stopped—
And Space stares—all around—
Or Grisly frosts—first Autumn morns,
Repeal the Beating Ground—
But, most, like Chaos—Stopless—cool—
Without a Chance, or Spar—
Or even a Report of Land—
To justify—Despair.
#poem
@PensivePost
-by #EmilyDickinson
It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down—
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos—crawl—
Nor Fire—for just my Marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool—
And yet, it tasted, like them all,
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial,
Reminded me, of mine—
As if my life were shaven,
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key,
And ’twas like Midnight, some –
When everything that ticked—has stopped—
And Space stares—all around—
Or Grisly frosts—first Autumn morns,
Repeal the Beating Ground—
But, most, like Chaos—Stopless—cool—
Without a Chance, or Spar—
Or even a Report of Land—
To justify—Despair.
#poem
@PensivePost
Skating
-by #EECummings
Spring is past, and Summer's past,
Autumn's come, and going;
Weather seems as though at last
We might get some snowing.
Spring was good, and Summer better,
But the best of all is waiting,-
Madame Winter-don't forget her.-
O
You
Skating!
Spring we welcomed when we met,
Summer was a blessing;
Autumn points to school, but yet
Let's be acquiescing.
Spring had many precious pleasures;
Winter's on a different rating;
She has greater, richer treasures,-
O
You
Skating!
Gleam of ice, and glint of steel,
Jolly, snappy weather;
Glide on ice and joy of zeal,
All, alone, together.
Fickle Spring! Who can imprint her?-
Faithless while she's captivating;
Here's to trusty Madame Winter.-
O
You
Skating!
#poem
@PensivePost
-by #EECummings
Spring is past, and Summer's past,
Autumn's come, and going;
Weather seems as though at last
We might get some snowing.
Spring was good, and Summer better,
But the best of all is waiting,-
Madame Winter-don't forget her.-
O
You
Skating!
Spring we welcomed when we met,
Summer was a blessing;
Autumn points to school, but yet
Let's be acquiescing.
Spring had many precious pleasures;
Winter's on a different rating;
She has greater, richer treasures,-
O
You
Skating!
Gleam of ice, and glint of steel,
Jolly, snappy weather;
Glide on ice and joy of zeal,
All, alone, together.
Fickle Spring! Who can imprint her?-
Faithless while she's captivating;
Here's to trusty Madame Winter.-
O
You
Skating!
#poem
@PensivePost