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Mother’s Heart
ОглавлениеMy poetry is coming from my heart. Love is healing, love is powerful – yes, and poems in this section reflect and share my love to my daughters and hope that the power of my love will heal our world, word by word, little by little.
I was through a lot of hurt – but so were my children, as if mom is in trouble, children are always affected in a bad way. In our family where strong ties between me and my daughters, when disaster stroke, there was no fun for anyone. Future of my children was broken when my life was broken, and I did everything to give them strength and hope through my poems “My Daughters” and “My Angel”. Finally, the poem “Mother’s Love” is a little reminder that under the most modest and poor appearance there might be hidden the most beautiful soul, – the message of the poem was – please pay attention to one another, help those who are in need. Empathy and kindness are features of a beautiful soul, but people often forget to take care about our inner beauty paying too much attention to the physical sight.
Mother’s Heart
In all the grief and sorrow of my days
Away from sunshine of my daughters’ smiles,
Away from breath of our everyday,
From our “Hellos”, from our “Good Byes”,
From all the kisses we could have
From all the fun and joy that we could share,
There were the poems that I gave
To them, to tell that I do care,
So, they could read away from me, and know —
For them there is my love, my hope and my vow.
My Daughters
My daughters are made
Of sunshine kisses;
They are made
Of prayers and blessings;
And in all their shades,
When it seems no blisses, —
My daughters are made
Of all beautiful things
My daughters are made
Of dances and music;
They are made
Of kinship and mercies;
And when melody fades,
When the weather is grew-sick,
My daughters are made
Of strengthening graces.
My daughters are made
Of dreams and murmurs;
They are made
Of stardust and moonlight,
And when night is afraid,
And seraphs turned scorners,
My daughters are made
Of all luminous brights.
My daughters are made
Of blooming and rising;
They are made
Of lavishing showers;
And when oceans are arid
And a raindrop is amazing,
My daughters are made
Of all vigorous powers.
My Angel
Blending bruises and blessings,
Breathing boredom and brightness,
Stretching months of messing,
Shortening moments of happiness,
You grew up so stunning,
So Hollywood-smiling,
Not reserved, but diminished,
Too suppressed, too restricted,
Rare bird, banned from singing,
Caged and violent-treated,
You deserved to be leading,
To teach others what is giving,
To teach others what is bringing
Real sense to the living.
Mother’s Love
When in a popular salon
She grew her nails to half-inch long,
She smiled at her reflection
To contribute perfection,
And then went on, to conquer world
Without little doubt thought
And met a stranger at the street, —
Her clothes was all crap and freak
Her face was wrinkled from the weather
Her legs were swollen, bruised and weathered,
She fastened steps, – it could be danger!
The beggar could be a contanger!
Her car was not so far away,
She ran to benefit her way,
Unfortunately, stepped on stone
She stumbled, fell, her shoe was thrown
Off her waxed leg, she cursed, she frowned;
The stranger, all with heart and love,
“You didn’t hurt yourself, my dove?”
Held on the shoe, stretched on her hand
“Go away, it isn’t your land!
Don’t touch my shoe, you are second-hand!
Go to work, I have no money
To give you!”
“Please, don’t yell, my honey,
It makes you look as a crocodile,”
The stranger gave a sweetest smile,
The girl remembered the line,
“You are my mother! … You are mine…
Mother!”
Tears went down her face
“Forgive me, I had no grace,
They told me you were lost and dead,
I’ll give you all – my bed and bread,
