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Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! 
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Mother’s Day There were some different beginnings To what we know as, “Mother’s Day” One woman, Anna Reeves Jarvis “Mothers’ Work Day Clubs”, her way. They focused on sanitary conditions And provided medicines for the poor They promised to care for all Soldiers From both sides in the Civil War. After that War that had divided The new-found peace would take her To healing families and friends And she became a real peacemaker. Then, in the Eighteen seventies Something we could sure use now “Mothers’ Peace Day” was started By, Julia Ward Howe. A famous woman of the time Reformer, lecturer, and writer of note “The Battle Hymn Of The Republic” Is something that she wrote. A woman’ suffrage association Voted her their first President And hers, the first suggestion To have a Mother’s Day event. Then there was Frank Hering In the year Nineteen ought-four Of the Fraternal Order Of Eagles Who claimed to open the door. In Nineteen fourteen Woodrow Wilson Recommending a Federal Mother’s Day Signed a joint resolution That we now observe each year in May. No matter who takes the credit It was a long time overdue To honor all those Ladies Who gave life to me and you. So, those who still have theirs Should remember those times passed And thank Her now for all those things She’s done for you in the past. For those whose Mom is gone It’s a time to reflect and say, “Mom, I love and miss you, On this, and every other day.” Our Mothers shape our being And have an endless wealth to give And She will be a part of us For as long as we may live. FOR MOMS She was there at the beginning When the world was new to you - She was there to turn to happy times Those when, you were hurt or blue. She was there to listen to your thoughts And when you asked, to give advice - She was there to tell you, "Those don't match!" Or, "Hon, you sure look nice." She was there with you at nighttime To help you say your prayers _ She was there to tell you, "It's alright." When you had a dream that scares. She was there at morning time To get you up and out of bed - She was there when you didn't feel good (or did) To say, "You'd best stay home, instead." She was there when you were hungry And when you had those dirty clothes - She was there when you needed her (How she knew? Only heaven knows.) She was there at the beginning And she'll be there your whole life through - She'll be there in your mind and heart Just like a mother is supposed to do. MY ROCK (Mom) Sometimes I catch myself Thinking, "When I phone, I can talk of this or that!" Then remember, I'm alone. She was always there To answer my calls - To listen to my "small talk" Or when I climbed the walls. At times, I didn't feel like talking And somehow, she understood - Didn't say she wished I'd call Or make me feel like I should. Now, I wish I would have More times, to show I cared - To say, just how important Were, all those times we shared. I could have shown my love So much more than I did - I never, did it enough Even when I was a kid. Now it's too late to do or say All those things I wish I had - No way to ease the pain inside When my heart is sad. She was my "anchor" to this life - The "rock", that I clung to - The place, where I could turn When, nowhere else would do. Now, the ravages of time Have worn my "rock" away - And all I have to cling to Are memories of yesterday. IN PASSING Sometimes Mom in passing Would pat you on the back And sometimes in passing She'd show you the right track. Sometimes Mom in passing Would say, "You sure look nice!" And sometimes in passing She could, make you, think twice. Sometimes Mom in passing Would lightly touch your hair And sometimes in passing She'd show you what was fair. Sometimes Mom in passing Would ask, "What do you mean?" And sometimes in passing She would get in between. Sometimes Mom in passing Would give you, "that look" And sometimes in passing Would give you what it took. But this time, Mom is passing From this world to the best And this time in passing She'll pass the final test. And when Mom has passed And the pain is so unkind Just look and you'll find her There in your heart and mind. STILL IN THE HEART I have this Lady friend Whose Motherpassed away Moving to a better place And, a peaceful day. I know about the pain That, she is going through Because the loss of "Mom" Is the saddest, that is true. Sometimes, it is a blessing When their "life" is in decline Not, what it used to be When, "everything" worked fine. But still, it hurts so much When Mother goes away When you know you won't see Her For, forever and a day. But the memories will be there And will help, to get you through When, you're thinking of Mom And, feeling kind of blue. Del “Abe” Jones MILITARY MOMS This year on Mother’s Day We should think of offspring lost And Mothers of all those Troops Who paid the ultimate cost. They’ve watched Sons and Daughters Sent off to a foreign land To fight wars and give their all In some conflicts so ill planned. But no matter what the reasons They’ve always stepped up to the line To give their lives for Freedoms Enjoyed by all of yours and mine. We must Honor all those Mothers Of all those who have Served And Sacrifices that they made With our, “Thanks!”, so well deserved. It takes a very Special Lady To let Her Child go off to War Or just to join the Military With the pride and fear and more. There’s too many Gold Star Mothers And if you might know of one Please send Her a special wish To praise Her Daughter or Son. Military Moms are the Greatest With a strength beyond compare Who hope and pray their loved one Comes Home safe, from over there. So, let’s keep them in our thoughts And hope their prayers come true All those Moms and all those Troops Who stand Strong and Proud, and True. Del “Abe” Jones 5-10-2006 IF SHE'S STILL WITH YOU In Memory of Margaret Rader Johnson Just a few days ago A friend lost her Mother And as we all know There will never be another. She's one of the few things in life That can never be replaced She's led us down those life's paths That can never be retraced. Too many take their Moms for granted And think they'll always be around They don't know how She'll be missed When, one day She's Heaven-bound. Why we celebrate this special day Only this one time a year? When everyday our Mom is special And we should tell Her, make that clear. So, if you are a lucky one Whose Mom is still with you Tell her every day you love her For, that's the least that you can do. Del “Abe” Jones 5.9.2007 “Mankind's greatest accomplishment is not the revolution of technology, it is the evolution of creativity.” © 1984 Del “Abe” Jones More poetry herehttp://iwvpa.net/jonesd/index.php and here http://www.scribd.com/documents You can read my latest book, "Of Native American" here http://www.bookrix.com/showbooks.html?showbookonly=del.abe.jones_1265223173.3 449680805&mrsph=book Del "Abe" Jones Mankind's greatest accomplishment is not the revolution of technology, it is the evolution of creativity. copyright 1984 More poet |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
What an interesting history of Mother's Day, and what a lovely series of tributes! Thank you, in my capacity as a mother, and thank you, too, for the daydreams of the mother I could have had (and I don't mean that sarcastically at all - I truly enjoy the daydreams). Owl |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Abe, you have offered us a wonderful series of poetic tributes to the MOTHER. Thank you! Interesting, poignant and beautiful. I join in wishing all the Mothers a Happy Mother's Day. Love, Margherita |
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