A Mother’s smile – for all those – left behind.

Mother’s smile

24042008

This morning,

I found a smile

on my pillow.

I was positive

I would not smile again.

Then the gratitude of your

love nudged me awake.

I began my day

with a bountiful heart

Filled with the memories

of your loving ways.

All the distance

between

us was gone.

I embraced your kind Spirit.

I cuddled in the corner

of my mind

with our memories.

I found a smile on my pillow.

Then I saw your note.

“My dear Child, I had to go. I had work to do.
I like it here. So will you
Cry if you must.
Oh, you must 
for a while.

Borrow my joy to make it through.
Share this smile
With your sisters and brothers.
Share this smile
With all of the others.


I will be sending you more.
It is peaceful here
‘On that far distant shore.’
Share this smile.
I will be sending you more.


You will be finding my love
Smiling back from the mirror.
You will find my love
By letting others nearer.


You will find my love
In all that you do for others.
I love you Child.
Stay true to yourself.


I placed a smile
On your pillow.
I imprinted my love on your heart.
Love, always and all ways.
Mother.”


I found a smile on my pillow.

I looked again.

I had two.

I picked one up.

I kept it for myself.

The other one,

I am sending it to you.

Oh baby

English: Brazilian indian chiefs, Kaiapos trib...

English: Brazilian indian chiefs, Kaiapos tribe, during a collective interview. Left to right: Raony (state of Mato Grosso), Kaye, Kadjor, Panara (Pará) Use is free provided source is properly credited. Português: Brasília – Caciques Kaiapos durante entrevista coletiva. E/d. Raony – MT, Kaye – PA, Kadjor – pa, Panara – PA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Shot this in the hills above Lima, Peru. The w...

Shot this in the hills above Lima, Peru. The woman posed and the child didn’t. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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IMG_0622 (Photo credit: Nongbri Family Pix)

A wonderful great great mother at grand parent...

A wonderful great great mother at grand parents tea party (Photo credit: Julie70)

Antosia + Great grand mother

Antosia + Great grand mother (Photo credit: tomek.pl)

A newborn child crying.

A newborn child crying. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Oh, baby

the Mother cried

when baby came from the womb.

Oh, baby

the Mother cried

when baby took their first steps across the room

Oh baby

the Mother cried

when baby went off to school to show the world their knowledge

Oh baby

the Mother cried

when her baby graduated from college

Oh baby

the Mother cried

as she watched 

her baby go down the aisle

Oh baby 

the Grand Mother cried

as the grand baby sand its first song of life

Oh baby 

the Grand Mother cried

as her grand son became a soldier

Oh baby

the Great Grand Mother cried

when the son returned from the war

with his wife and great grand-daughter

Oh baby

the Great Great  Grande Mother said

I don’t think I can leave me bed.

The great great grand son

tiptoed close and said

I will sing you a song

Great Great Grand Mother

As he did, a band of angels, saints, divas, Masters and fairies

filled the room and the Great Great Grand Mother’s eyes

Oh baby

I am drifting up around my room

Oh baby 

The pain has left my body

Oh baby

I am dancing past the moon.

 

Many moons past

The great great grand son

Had married

His wife was giving birth

As he held the new-born child

He thought of his great great grand mother

That she now had returned to earth.

Oh baby

He smiled with tears in eyes

She had returned

She was now his son

Oh baby.

No Toddler’s Lullaby

Momma Cat And Her Kittens

Momma Cat And Her Kittens (Photo credit: marstelew)

Cruising the pond... 10 ducklings w/Mom Duck

Cruising the pond… 10 ducklings w/Mom Duck (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Momma, Ingenue (drag queen), January 21, 2008 ...

Momma, Ingenue (drag queen), January 21, 2008 – 7th Annual WeHo Awards (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bellucci Monica at Cannes in 2002.

Bellucci Monica at Cannes in 2002. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

January 21, 2008 - 7th Annual WeHo Awards

January 21, 2008 – 7th Annual WeHo Awards (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Who am I tonight Momma?

What dresses do I bring?

Who am I tonight Momma?

What kinda songs do I sing?

They were a travelling show

Always making money everywhere they go

Dancing and singing they would twirl with delight

They danced and sang their hearts out these girls of the night.

 

Who am I tonight Momma?

What dresses do I bring?

Who am I tonight Momma?

What kinda songs do I sing?

How much money do we need today

What are the words I need to say

How can I please the babbling crowd

How do I keep smiling for crying out loud

Who am I tonight Momma

What dresses do I bring?

Who am I tonight Momma?

What kinda songs do I sing?

Years later with their Momma’s  gone

They had finally some peace in world gone wrong

They sang and danced now only for bliss

Sometimes missing their Mother’s kiss.

Who am I tonight Momma?

What dresses do I bring?

Who am I tonight Momma?

What kinda songs do I sing?

-this is a foreward to the book The Origami Crane…..more will be revealed

My bodies remember your touch

Baby toes

Baby toes (Photo credit: sabianmaggy)

Newborn infant, 4 hours after birth Deutsch: N...

Newborn infant, 4 hours after birth Deutsch: Neugeborenes, 4 Stunden nach der Geburt (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

baby bentrup

baby bentrup (Photo credit: paparutzi)

Memories of you mean so much…

my bodies remember you and your touch.

My body was swollen with an uncontrollable need.

You wanted your freedom.

I wanted to feed…

All of your longings.

They took their toll.

Now I have given you birth.

Your freedom has made us both whole.

Forty years later after your birth

my bodies remember your touch. 

Guest author Wendall A Brown….a Poem for the Children of Japan “The Remnants of My Tears”

(A Poem For The Children of Japan)

“The Remnants Of My Tears”

My tears were hidden on my face
As a shower fell from the skies above
Darkness did now fill my young life 
As I frantically searched for those I love

My life is now so very different
Should I embrace the gift that I now have
For it comes with so much sadness
I often wonder why I am not dead

The smell of death surrounds me
Yet grateful faces do I now see
For every time I saw one who fell
The living again make me believe

That there is a bright future for all of us
Amid prayers for love ones who left
That we can rise above this crisis
With new life blossoming from their deaths

I will never truly be the same again 
Not with the pain that my heart now bleeds
So I now push on forward with my life
For my loved ones who passed on to see

That I have their spirits deep within me
Their great strength that was always near
Which helps me to overcome my sadness
Erasing away the remnants of my tears.

By Wendell A. Brown.

Darling I miss you

 

Darling I miss you….

.the man you once were….

I long to find you again.

Perhaps in a seminar…

.perhaps in the pines…

Perhaps in the supermarket….

or at the five and dime.

Perhaps in a meeting..

.perhaps after three….

Perhaps you will find me

Hiding in thee.

Motherhood

Motherhood starts in the raindrop.

Motherhood starts in the earth.

Motherhood starts in the laughter.

Motherhood starts knowing your worth.

Motherhood starts as belonging to the women

of the tribe.

Motherhood is the joy of the sunset.

Motherhood is being glad you’re alive.

Motherhood is in the watching

a garden grow and thrive.

Motherhood is not a season.

Nor a certain time of year.

Motherhood is the gentleness

the compassion of a heart

full of good cheer.

Motherhood is the contented smile

that comes across your face

when the work is all done.

When the children are fed, tucked into bed

And its your turn for a cup of tea

by the fireplace.

Motherhood is the light in the window

for the traveler who journeys far.

Motherhood is the heartache

as your sons and daughters

go to war.

Motherhood is the quiet whisper

Upon the evening breeze.

Knowing that you have done your best

Releasing the rest as their children gather

‘Round your knees.

Motherhood is the knowingness

that comes only in the song

Of joy you offer

While making bread.

The quiet peaceful loving

which goes into every step.

Motherhood is that long lonely vigil.

Knowing full well why the Master wept.

Motherhood is a journey.

Seemingly up hill all the way.

Motherhood is service in the rain drop.

Motherhood is giving every day.

Motherhood is that quiet moment

After you have given the whole house a scrub.

Before the children, the cats and the dog

Decide to bring the whole sandbox in

To create a huge ‘hub-bub’.

Motherhood is the guilty moment

When chocolate is your sin.

Motherhood is so wondrous.

Motherhood is a giving thing.

Motherhood a calling

Given to women by God.

Motherhood just is.

Motherhood was written in the stars.

(No wonder it is

an occasion for cigars.)