Mother’s Love

Mothers Love ode

Photo by Sangre-La.com

Her heart is like gold, so genuine, so pure,
In the midst of upbringing, she is forgotten,
Her life circles around her bundle of joy,
Late night feeding, soothing, so adorable,
Her morning & evening, one & the same,
Whether asleep or awake, all the same,
The clock of her time, her bundles of joy

She is a witness, in the ‘crime’ of growth,
Heart wishes they remain just babies forever,
Every step, side by side,
Every smile they give, heals her suffering,
She forgets, her makeup, fancy clothes,
What kind of love!
Call her goddess of hearts,
And be my partner

Time to leave, her heart is broken,
They have to write their story,
No one see the pain of separation,
Sure, a few hours but seems like forever,
Time home, she is all smiles,
Snacks ready, bath time, playtime,
Wow, what kind of love!
I’m all tears of joy

Sixteen years they turn,
She is a watchman,
So many vultures & hyenas,
Her joy is under threat,
She is a teacher, preacher name them,
No one listens, endless arguments,
They know it all,
In her bed of roses, tears cascade down her cheeks,
Love & pain,
She questions her upbringing,
To them, she is cruel,
Limiting breathing space, coming home late & leaving early,
The new norm of her bundle of joy,
Life is so sweet to them,
Time to experience it all,
The dangers of the world, unknown to them

Like a warrior, she stands firm,
Crying & praying for her bundle of joy,
Day & night, she fasts,
Impressive, what kind of love!
Boy is in trouble, mom is troubled,
He is a dad,
She is now a mom to a mom & dad,
What to do?
Son is sorry, mom’s heart melts,
Love is above all mistakes,
I’m all tears of joy

I call her a life giver,
Caretaker of God’s creation,
Like a protector her claws are sharp,
Stabbing all vultures & hyenas,
Her heart, heart bit of the universe,
Her eyes, full of love,
Even at fifty years,
Her bundle of joy is just a baby,
Wow, what kind of love!
I call her a mother,
The woman with a golden heart

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of WINFRED MUTINDI

WINFRED MUTINDI

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
http://highonpoems.com/members/winfred_mutindi/.I'm a Graduate of The University of Nairobi Kenya & I hold an higher Diploma in Human Resource Management as well.Poetry is my passion, it comes naturally and enables me to inspire someone out there with real life issues affecting our society today.Follow me in Facebook, Twitter & Google+ and get the best of my poems
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Love Is In Air

Love Is In Air long poem

True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.

From My Journals ‘love’

From My Journals love short poem

The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half

Love Me Now

Love Me Now short poem

Hold me now, as I’m a child Keep me close. Be tender, mild Love me now. Now. And for forever Walk with me now, and as I grow Guide me through life’s ebb and flow Love me now. Now. And

Fail In Love

Fail In Love short poem

She was a traveling soul. The galaxy resting above her nose. I’d sit & stare. Wondering where the stars would go next. Both young & in love I let go. Tracing together swirls of color. The planets all together aligned.

I Thought This Was Love

I Thought This Was Love sonnet poems

Please take my hand, for I am blind. I’ve lost my path and my sense of touch. I’ve fallen, for my hands and feet are behind. Please let me hear, for all is in a hush. My wrist and ankles