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a mother's love
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Enforcing obediance… giving until it hurts promises of life.. sometimes doesn't always work but then… main roads are not always ours... and it's ok cuz we promise our sons… to love them regardless and we do falling in love at first sight is birthing a child largeness of soul regardless the obsticles powerful mind natural life you do what you must we are here to multiply and to hopefully leave this place better then when we found it to reach ears that do not hear to partake and drink the cup of ache no matter how bitter what happens in-between are choices awakenings delusional sometimes unflinching adherence to principles phantoms of fears I cannot fear his denial I cannot pretend mine his judgment of me ohhhh parenting parenting whats a body to do? let him know it's ok regardless of choice doesn't matter if I approve... or not and it shouldn't! to do what one must to attain progression for him should be first & foremost always! what to do? Oh what to do? saturday afternoons must be yours sojourner of truth ohhhh that space between all those loose boards unmindful is cruelty for cruelty to go where men go to do what is best for all? moral integrity is appreciation~ I am denied comforts of life what little beast would want more? I am obedient a slave of man mother of rememberance fears, hesitation is it for ourselves? we must do the impossible smile and allow keep a lock motives are not for one self but for the better of the child might simply be the best for all concerned... one or two words which say It's OK we don't always like rules but when applied for betterment is our commitment oh, humanity how I hope I am wrong simplicity circumstance calling to my child whispering to me "always allow" I speak inside "Oh, how I love you" pondering "how have I failed you? do you know you are life"? come er sit down just for one moment remember the past? know the instruction development never to be forgotten don't ever compromise your identity, for anyone, not even me... limbs proverbial faith priviledge struggle sacrifice the word humane abuse is not ok think...light within hardships know reality's quiver... don't wallow in denial quiet balance to noisy demands my son... you were never mine to own but to live helpless as human is what life bestows...your time not mine be well...for you choices be happy for your life mother's are not always right nor do they wish to be but they do love their son's willingly perhaps a little crushed in spirit perhaps a little less ignorant but by far with no expectations we grow up with our children oh what to do? what to say? shall a mother tell the truth no matter how hard it hurts? chance loosing her son forever? which is more important her love or his? safety, peace of mind or shall she simply cower & fear saving face? so as to keep peace? . . . . but peace at all cost is no peace at all? [This message has been edited by LeeJ (06-06-2007 06:53 AM).] |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Sometimes, when touched this deeply, my sense of humor lifts it's head up... Kids SUCK! We love them through every second from birth and beyond. Mother's do love. Wonderful write LeeJ. Thanks for this. Kathy |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"shall a mother tell the truth no matter how hard it hurts chance loosing her son forever? which is more important her love or his safety, peace of mind" We... you and me... are very much alike. This could be written for a dad as well. I do understand.  Love to ya hun! JL  "The man who reads nothing at all is better educated than the man who reads nothing but newspapers." |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Ms LeeJ, I had to come back for a second helping of this. So very good, in sound and in sentiment. Hugs |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lee~ 'mother of rememberance I must be...' Me too ... me too~  *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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Robert Jordan Member
since 2007-02-07
Posts 392Philadelphia Pa USA |
Lee, Mother's and sons. This brought back memories about a conversation I had with my mother. It's in my up coming book "Marika" Muck Charles in Hell’s Kitchen (Author’s note: Hell’s Kitchen is a section of New York City’s West Side. It runs from 14th Street to 52nd Street, between Eighth Avenue, and the waterfront.) It’s hot and stuffy round the house, Muck Charles is bored just about to distraction. It's Nineteen Fifty Nine, and he’s a long and gangling seventeen, has a few bucks in his left pocket from selling papers in the subway station under City Hall, a switchblade knife in his right pocket. He’s looking to have some fun, opts to go up New York City. He’s never been there. He goes up to the bathroom, stares in the mirror, combs his long black hair away from his big brown eyes, gets out his new Fedora hat, puts it on the side of his head, and pulls it down. Pretty Boy Muck Charles is all ready to go off to Mega City. He saunters on over to Tenth and Filbert, buys a ticket, and hops on the dog. It delivers him to the Port Authority Bus Terminal— Ninth Avenue, and Forty-second Street, New York City. First thing— a guy walks up to him, asks if he’d like to have a pretty little girl. He thinks he’ll pass on that, he wasn’t born yesterday. He’s heard stories bout pretty little girls for sale, he don’t need no trouble. He doesn’t feel like being led to a dark doorway and getting himself beat-up, robbed. He tells the guy to flake-off, and just starts walking. He pops into a movie, it’s “Land of the Pharaohs”. He sits there until about six, and he’s still bored. It’s a bad movie. He walks out, and just starts moving down the street. He’s getting hungry, and decides to drop in at Tad’s Steak House. They have them in Philly too, so he knows they’re good. He has a steak, and a salad with those Garbanzo Beans he likes so much. All for a dollar nineteen, you can’t go wrong at Tad’s. He moves back to the street. There are people all over the place. He soon gets the idea he’s not on Market Street in Philly. Over on Ninth Avenue, a well-dressed guy comes up beside him, and says-- “Hi son, what you doing?” “Nothin” “Where you going?” “Nowheres” “That’s what I thought, you wanna make some money son?” That really pisses him off. He grabs the guy by the pressed lapels of his expensive, summer sports coat, and slams him up against a wall— he thinks he had better get out of there, before he’s forced to kill someone. He takes the dog back to Philly, and hoofs it all the way home. It’s late when he gets there. Marika’s sitting at the kitchen table drinking beer. She’s been waiting for him. “Where da hell youse been— HUH?” “Like I been up New York City Mom. Don worry Mom, it was my money, not youse.” “Hey, who youse think youse are anyways; one of dem emancipated minors or sumpthin?” “No Mom, I sells papers, I ain’t no miner.” “So, did youse have fun?” “No” “Dats good, go ta bed, if your fodder was live, he’d kick da livin crap outa youse, n youse smart mout.” Bobby |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"to reach ears that do not hear to partake and drink the cup of ache" Lee, you have no idea how deeply your poem touches me tonight. I cried as I read this. Excellent poem. *hugs*....jo |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Very touching, see e-mail love, martyjo |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Lee, I could feel your mother's love with every emotionally expressive line that you so eloquently and earnestly penned. Your words are sure to touch the heart of every parent who reads this heart-touching ~ and heart-wrenching ~ poem. You lay bare your heart and soul with this fine poetic offering. My love and prayers are with you all. Giving you a warm, compassionate ~ and healing ~ hug, Linda  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
LeeJ - I do understand this wonderful write as every mother would. Parenting certainly becomes more difficult when the children are grown and we have lost control. Enjoyed your words very much! |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Whatever I tell my son , goes in one ear and out the other , but I will always be there because I am his mother Hope |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
All we can do is teach our children and raise them the best we can. And, you are right! A mothers love is always there, no matter what our children do. After they are grown (from experience), it really does no go to tell them anything. As hard as it may be, I sometimes think it is best to let them find out on their own. Believe me, I know how hard that is. |
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