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DARK GLASSES In darkness, you cried black tears, when I was but a child, your heavy heart gave no reply, as we walked in single file, I hadn't understood the pain you took, to raise a son so fleeting, until, I grew to know the truth, and felt your heart beating... Mom, I understand it, all, now, behind dark glasses, The sorrow of bidding farewell, never, never passes. Logan Sky (c) logansky@hotmail.com ===================================================== YOUR GIFT TO ME I owe you my life Because that is what you have given me Life A new definition and meaning to the same word but with an exhilarating outcome instead of a melancholy conclusion A sunshine that was once murky is now a light that dances at the blue sky An existence full of energy and a spirit brimming with cheer When life had me in a bind your presence came right on time Years of hard living is what I had to go through But your heart and understanding smile made my soul rise from its dark grave Precious is everything you have given me The gift of life you have bestowed upon me will never be taken for granted Like a caterpillar transforming into a ravishing butterfly, it is anew I owe you my life Because you have shown me what is really valuable Life Living it and not looking back Enjoying it; grinning with every heartbeat With you at my side this life is worth living because you are in it Feeling like doves flying over a sapphire ocean reaching for a radiant horizon Nothing could ever take this feeling away Uplifting my head so it doesn't scrape the ground This is a new chapter to a book that was never finished I truly owe you my life Shawn A. Goins (c) sagg@methode.com ===================================================== With the understanding that comes with time, I dedicate this poem to my mother, Mablene Rogers; it took me until I became an adult to fully appreciate you, mama, but I always saw you as the embodiment of the oak tree in our backyard... planted by the water i heard it sung a million times: "I shall not be/I shall not be moved I shall not be/I shall not be moved Just like a tree..." and mama was/mama is the tree the mighty oak, not moved not swayed by the storms that would fell a lesser soul roots burrowed deeply along with the protective Force field (invisible to mere mortals, but, there; oh yes, there) stayed her from the harshest of elements; the trunk, bearing weather-worn calluses that would have--that did-- harden my heart, served to somehow soften hers. and now the trick of time ages the oak gracefully. so i take this moment to plant a small flower by the water. a softening flower, to intertwine with the deep-seated root. /bams (c) cooper@acm.cse.msu.edu ===================================================== CONCEPTION OF YOUR MIND (MOTHER) I see in You the womb from Whence I came. Coming from a mere Conception of Your subconscious, I Was made a reality by the processes Of Your Biological Functions. Given the Divine Duty to be the First Teacher of Men, You are the Rod By which civilizations are measured. You are the Foundation upon which Families stand. You gave birth to many Great nations. I look at You Black Woman, and I see My own Mother in You, so respect to You Is due. She who took Her mental conceptions And brought forth the Realities of Me; This is what I see in You. When I see You Black Woman, I have No choice but to honor You; sometimes Physically and sometimes mentally. I sometimes refer to You as the Woman That came before Man; study the teachings Of Mother Earth and You will understand. So, if You came before Man, You must hold the key to THE CREATOR'S Plan. Black Woman, I ask for Your help In the Rebuilding of the Afrikan Family; I ask for Your help in the Rebuilding of The Afrikan Nation. Don't let those Time Pills Deceive You, Don't let those doctors Relieve You. Don't Destroy the Fruits of Your Womb! What is to be must be, what is not to be Will never be; And that is up to THE LORD to decide. So to all Black Mothers I say, Thank You For Your Contributions. And to all Black Mothers To be, I pray You have Positive Mental Conceptions. ** Livicated To Queen Mother Monique Harris ** David L. Weeks (c) conqlion@hotmail.com ===================================================== ODE TO ALL MOTHERS The mother is the greatest gift one will ever receive When the whole world turns it's back and laughs at you She continues to believe Even when we give up on ourselves She is right there Whether it be a warm smile or a cold stare She motivates us in some way She always know the right things to say So on this, their special day I stop to thank all mothers across the world Thank you for your prayers Thank you for your tears Thanks for standing with us through better and worse Thanks for being a doctor and a nurse Even though you don't have a specific subject You are our favorite teacher Thanks for all the sermons Sometimes I wonder if you should be called mother or preacher Thank you for all the sacrifices Thanks for sharing our pain Thanks for being the sunshine after the rain It's not often that you are told just how special you are So, on this day, know that you are wished Happiness, Love, and God's speed until our days shall end Thanks for being a mother Thanks for being a friend WISHING YOU THE BEST MOTHER'S DAY EVER Demeterius Smith (c) demetes@clemson.edu ============================================================ SIMPLE EULOGY I loved my mother very much, I miss her even more. For now she's sitting,waiting, For me, at Heaven's door. Dori Benner (c) dorilvn@N-Link.com
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