Mother

We vied for your attention

You directed relentlessly

Coddle with ease

With a quiet grace you attract

With outstretched arms you welcome

Your presence was a present

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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney

Evening Tea with Mom

Like a heavily carved inscription

She wears on the life of whom she touches

She carries the substance of her ancestry

Her words are Epistles borne with pride

She will be always be there for her children

No matter the distance or struggle

She loves as she transcends race and bloodline

She gives from her heart

An inimitable style

Indomitable as she encourages  self-reliance

Her potions and portions sated many appetites

As her words like wine gets finer with time

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Poem written by Brenda L. McCartney

Mother – A Rock

Mother’s day is bitter sweet for some as there is a melancholy because of the loss of her. It is an overwhelming experience for some because our children did not get to cherish her as a grandmother. What we owe to them is incalculable.

Like diamonds on sunlit oceans

They gave themselves

Contemplative wisdom

Boundaries of rigidity

Infinite in circumstances

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Uncircumscribable  richness

Details manifest in reflections

Intuitive mystery understood

Expression of carefree joy

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Her eyes the gravitas of life

Melting of emotions

With the iron force of her will

She defines provision and selflessness

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An armor on her principles

Her vision stood only in black and white

Now -lasting impressions colored

Her spirit, her attitude inculcated

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Poem written by Brenda L. McCartney