What is a Mother?

A mother is joy. A mother is love. She is someone
who is there to hold your hand who will always try
to understand.

She is the one who will be there not only as a mother
but a friend. She will listen to every word that
you have to say.

She is your protector in so many ways. She will watch
over you every night, and day. She will guide you and
show you the way.

She will discipline you to make you strong, but show you
the love she has for you as she goes on. She will
never turn you away, for you came into her life that
one specaial day.

No matter what disappointments that you may cause her
she is there till the end. That is the speical
love and kindness that a mother will alway give.

What Is A Mother ?
When the good Lord was creating mothers, he was into his sixth day of overtime when the angel appeared and said, "You are doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order ?"

"She has to be completely washable, not plastic, have moveable parts, all replaceable, run on black coffee and leftovers, have a lap that disappears when she stands up, a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair, and six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands, no way !"

"It's not the hands that cause the problems, said the Lord. It is the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."

"That's the standard model," the angel asked?

The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through closed doors, when she asks, "What are you kids doing in there, " when she already knows. Another in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in the front so that she can look at a child when he goofs and says, "I understand and I love you," without so much as uttering a word.

"Lord," said the angel, " Go to bed .."

"I can't," said the Lord. "I am so close to creating something so close to myself. Already, I have one who heals herself when she is sick, can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."

The angel circled the model of a mother. "It's too soft," she sighed.

"But tough," said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure !"

"Can it think ?"

"Not only can she think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.

Finally the angel bent over and ran her fingers across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."

"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It is a tear."

"What's it for ?"

"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."

"You are a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," he said.



I had a monkey once in South Africa...."Name was Beligerence"

Wesley

I have heard of this one before, it is very nice, yet true.

I lost my mother on 9/5/04. She was 46 years old. She died from complications from Pneumonia. (yes, in this day and age). I was 28 the day my mother died. My brothers and sisters were 23,18, and 8. These poems mean so much more to me now. For all of you that still have your mothers, please take the time to cherish them, and make them your best friend (which I was lucky enough to have done). These poems mean SO MUCH MORE to me now than they did then....

I am sorry for your loss.. I wrote this one for my mother. She and I are very close.

thank you. blueeyed.

blueyes

I also lost my mom in 2004. This poem means so much to me and I can not describe in words how it touched me. Thank you for your words/poems in this forum.

Bless you

Austin