A Mothers Job
by Rhonda Marie Baumgardner
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
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Think about how many mothers there are out there who don't know how or just don't care, to put their kids 1st. I WILL break the cycle for my kids! |
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A Mothers Job
Mother , When is it that your job begins? Is it the moment that you have discovered me? Is it when you first felt my butterfly flutters? Mother, Do you love me at the very first? Or does it come when you have first seen my face? Is my life what matters most to you? Mother, God made me specially for you. Do you really think of me when it comes to the moment at which you are to make life choices. Am I supposed to feel safe and secure? Mother, when does your job begin? Is it the first moment that you hold me in your arms? When I first suckle at your breast? When I first start school and need you to walk me to class? Mother, what does the word mean to you? As the babe that holds to you for support I question your love. Is is constant and always mine? Mother, do you know that to raise me you have to give me love and security, hope and constancy? Mother, I hope at the end you were my Mommy.
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
2/16/2005 |
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| Gorgeous. A mothers love.. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
1/4/2004 |
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| Ah! A beautiful mother's expression of love and life. Thank you for this offering, Rhonda. Love and peace, Regis. |
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| Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry, R.C. |
12/30/2003 |
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| Rhonda, this is exceptionally good. It should be in a phamplet given to every pregnant woman: it would give them pause for thought long before they hold that child in their arms. Now write one for fathers! There is no more important role in the world than that of being a parent: mother and father. Children come with a blank slate and we parents write their lives on it: great care should be taken as we write by lessons taught and the examples we place on view for our children to mimic. ~~Bonnie Q |
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| Reviewed by Valerie Roeske |
12/30/2003 |
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| Happy New Year to you, Amen to this wonderful write, thanks for sharing, take care Val |
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
12/30/2003 |
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"A Mothers Job" is the task of sublimity, performed by a Sublime Mother as the image
of Eternal Mother... It is the greatest mission of humankind.
This poetical prose is one of its kind; unique and sapient flowing with the cadence of
the wise music on the consecration of wonders.
"A Mothers Job" dances on the clouds of imagination and delivers what it must,
"THE SUBLIME FACE OF A MOTHER!"
Thank You for sharing beauty, grace, love, culture and art for the betterment of
humankind, and for building bridges to understanding and togetherness.
HEALTHY HAPPY NEW YEAR, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU,
Apprentice-poet by the Grace of The Great Poet. |
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