MOTHER’S DANCE

Dancing to music playing only in her head until her babe sleeps enveloped in her embrace sanctuary of love and dreams ~~~ Toni hosts Meeting the Bar over at Dverse.  The Form is Tanka.

A MOTHER’S LOVE

“If only my baby can stay little. Here on my lap, he sits engaging me in his childish play,” dreams a mother half out of her wits by her kids who would throw fits once and again. “What a comedy,” she might say after the moment flits by. Right now all’s a tragedy to her

TO THE MOTHER OVERWHELMED BY MOTHERHOOD

You are a flower you do not see how beautiful you are. Your earthly eyes only see your life is sacrifice. But do you know – the angels gather your fragrance to perfume the throne of the Most High? Your tears are sprinkled in the heavens to light the night skies. When love weighs you

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

I hope I am not too late …   God bless the mothers and nurturing souls. 🙂      

MOTHERHOOD

How lovely is that flower, Heaven claims her as its own. Her labor perfumes its gardens Her tears make its pillars tremble for from her bosom springs forth souls shaped by God in His image and likeness to eternity they are bound prisms of grace and beauty doled from the Creator’s hands. Favored are you,

DH

Need made her fly to a foreign land where like a slave she minded her masters’ home and child that she can feed her own little ones now hungering for their mother’s love. “DH”, short for Domestic Helper, was a piece inspired by the countless women who, in order to support their own families, leave

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY

FOR MY MOTHER

You always gave me the hand-me downs. You covered up Big Sister’s faults. She was responsible. I was not. She was favored. I was not. I am now a mother too. I understand. _____________________________ This piece was inspired by Trifextra: Week Sixteen. The challenge for this weekend is to write a 33-word response to  “Mother”.