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ALWAYS AND FOREVER

You endured so much pain
to bring me into this world
You had tears of joy in your eyes
when on your face, I cuddled and curled.

You fed me and cleaned me
And amused me when I cried
had it not been for you mom,
I would have surely died.

I spoke in a language
that only you could perceive
I wonder how you deciphered my needs
when I was not able to speak !

You were the happiest person on earth
when you heard the first word I spoke
You taught me my first alphabet
and held my hand when I wrote.

You showed me how to tie my shoelace
and button up my shirt
As I got ready for school
You asked me to be alert.

You helped me with my homework
and cleaned my messy stuff
At night you patiently listened to me
“Mom- the day was so rough”.

Time went by
I thought that I had grown
Friends became my priority
I lived in a world of my own.

I found your concerns about me
trite and fake
and one day I yelled at you
“This is more than I can take.”

A tear ran down your cheek
you wiped it with your hand
“What did I do to her now?”
I could not understand.

With time came responsibilities
life moved on and years passed by
I should have taken out time for you
But I did not try.

Now I want you to know
you mean a lot to me
Had you not been there
I know not what I would have been.

As I count my blessings, I think of you
and wish I could be by your side
A “perfect mother” you have always been
this I say with pride.

I don’t have words to thank you
I am not that clever.
But I will carry you in my heart
Always and forever.

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a beautiful ovation to a mother...very touching but one can make out that these words come from your heart....a very stirring write is how i would rate this one...thanks for sharing...

raj (sublime_ocean)

Yes this piece came straight from the heart, and conveys how I feel for my mother. Thought of putting it up here just to mark the occasion of Mother's Day today.

Cheers,
Samaira.

Keep smiling, keep shining.

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for taking the time to comment. I see why you might find this 'forced' and 'obvious'.

I also don't know of any child who can speak right away... but what I meant here was that the mother can still communicate to her child despite the lack of words. And the expression 'I would have surely died' just signifies that she took so much care of me that I could survive. Again, all mothers would do it, and I did not, by any means, intend to write a glorious account of what my mother did/means to me.
My intention was just to write how the bond between us took shape since birth, and what I feel today.
And yes, I did cuddle my mom a lot- also on her face.

Please enlighten me on the criteria to publish here. Is it not okay to put up a feeling (that comes to me as a person) and is not meant to be felt by everybody? Your input will help me to improvise.. And, may be, you would like my upcoming works better.

Cheers,
Samaira

Keep smiling, keep shining.

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Thank you Rosina.. I will surely consider the poem once again., I am so happy that you could sense the emotions I had while writing this one.
I am not offended at all.. There is no reason. everyone has their own way of looking at things and I am still learning. It's interesting to see how different people see the same thing in a different way- gives me more perspectives. I learn more with the help of the great people here.

Happy writing.
Cheers
Sam.

Keep smiling, keep shining.

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I wrote a poem about my mother's cutting board. (I still have the board, so it's probably about 50 odd years old)

However, since Father's Day is coming soon I'll share one of my poems, though not a *great one* by poetic standards, I think it's what Kal is saying.

the scarf

I found it exactly
when I had forgotten my
sadness for having lost it;
my Dad's tan and white
wide-striped scarf;
an 80's fashion relic,
no, it's not my customary style,
it's not Pashmina or art-inspired silk
or wool from Gaelic shores,
nor Scottish clans
and the scent of him has
long been washed from the
fibers,
but it's warm enough
the winters are cold in Ohio,
and sometimes I need
to be close to my father.

If you have a tangible connection to your mother, speak through that connection, Sam.

~A

Thank you so much for sharing your work with me. I feel inspired to write more.. and hopefully write better.
I will come back with another version of the poem for my mother. Till then, I will enjoy reading your work.

Much love
Sam.

Keep smiling, keep shining.

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