Within a mother is where it shows
A broken heart where blood still flows
Where tragedy has split apart
The very center of her heart
You and I will never see or can feel
Her extreme magnitude of loss that is real
Feelings we can never have as a man
We console as best we can
Hearing her plea a humbling request
How can you tell her she is blessed
How do you arrange and integrate in the mind
Something that will never change with time
Holding her tight is all I can do
Trying to show as much Love as one she knew
The experience of losing a Loved one
The loss of a son a greater tragedy I know of none
Still it will not help if all of the writing I may compose
Were fresh as spring and sweet as a rose
It will never remove the pain or help to explain
Within a broken heart where blood still flows
If in a mother is where it grows
THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT A MOTHER'S LOVE...AND YOU HAVE NOT TOUCHED ALL OF IT BUT YOU HAVE TOUCHED A GREAT PART OF IT AND DONE SO...BEAUTIFULLY. EVEN MOTHERS CANNOT FULLY EXPLAIN THEIR LOVE FOR THEIR CHILDREN...THEY JUST 'FEEL' IT. THANKS FOR SHARING, RICK. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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