Mother's Poetry

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This morning
in the car
Scott asked
if Spring
would come.

I said, though
now I wonder
what he meant.

Below the surface
of his question
a tender shoot
lies waiting.

Knowing and
not knowing,
tentative yet


pokes her
head up
the frozen

bloom . . .

LBM  2/25/03

Lori McCray



HE and SHE
By Mandy Howard

He laid quietly, softly breathing, warm and safe.

He lay close enough to her to feel the warmth of her breath.

With his eyes closed he thought of her, and tried to understand her. She was like the whole world.

When he came from the darkness she was the only one he knew.

He recognized her smell, and her voice, and even the way she moved, he was safe with her. She was always nearby, all he ever had to do was call, and she would come, she would hold him close, and kiss him she would make the world feel right.

She rarely went away, for very long, and always came back, so glad to see him.

He lay there quietly and she was so close just the way he liked it. She began to roll away, he called for her, and she smiled.

She rolled back and kissed his forehead softly, "I'll be right back," she promised.

He laid and watched for her return, after a moment he got frightened and almost called for her. Then she returned, and leaned over him, She again kissed his forehead, and smiling she whispered, "It's ok baby boy, Mommy is
here, and she loves you"

He wanted to answer, to tell her his feeling, but he couldn't make himself
understood. He softly curled the corners of his lips and smiled as he struggled for the words. He wanted to make them as sweet and soft as her words, but all that came out was a tiny noise that meant nothing. He wanted to cry out; no matter how he tried he couldn't tell her his feelings.

How would she ever know how he loved her, he tried once more in vain to make the words come out. It was only then that he noticed her smile, at each soft noise he failed to make into a word and each tiny smile he gave her she smiled.

His heart grew warm, and he slowly drifted off to sleep knowing that she
knew what he meant.

�Beyond Skin Deep�

As a snake is bound to slither
Every rose will some day whither
But take away foolish pride
And look way down deep inside
It�s where the greater meaning lies
I�m after no trophy, looking for no prize
They say beauty is only skin deep
But I believe this analogy is cheap
When I look deep within you
Your colors really shine through
An unimaginable beauty lies there
And it is for this that I care
As a snake is bound to slither
Every rose will some day whither
I pay no attention to that which is shallow
Only to that which lies below
Because when we are old and gray
I�ll still love you then as I do today
You�re outer beauty may have faded then
It all does, it�s just a matter of when
But it won�t mean a thing to me
In true love we�ll always be
If you happen to find me attractive
I should hope it�s for as long as I live
Because as a snake is bound to slither
Every rose will some day whither
And on that day when we�re old and gray
I�ll still love you then as I do today

Scott M. Lindberg
February 16, 2001
Email: [email protected] 

Mother's Love


These are the days
of laughter and love
smiling faced cherubim
sent from above
snuggled at my breast
full of warmth and rest
brings meaning and purpose
fulfilling destiny
creating, nurturing
the solar plexus
of radiant energy
in your smile


~ Charisse Goodyear 

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My Cesarean Poem

I had a cesarean
I didn't want one
I wanted a baby
All wet and messy
Plopped onto my bare chest
To comfort in his first moment
By the stroke of my hand
And a nuzzle at my breast

I had a cesarean
All betadine and beeping machines
And anonymous blue masks
Seeing my insides
And me- numb to my toes
With no feeling

Except heartbreak

My plans
And my dreams
Were betrayed
By the orange label
Attached to my chart
Code for "high risk"

I didn't feel high risk
I hated that label

Who are these people
Did you start?
I'm here!  I'm here!  Why is
No one talking to me?
I hear my baby cry, my baby cry
But can't see MY BABY
My baby, my baby, someone bring me
My baby
No answers
No explanation
I am alone
Except for the blue masks
Putting my insides back in.

He was brought to me
Already clean and wrapped
And frantic
I couldn't even hold him
I'm sure it is not what he expected

Then the blood
Then the pain
My belly no longer full of baby
Grew distended with air

"It doesn't matter now"  Woman #1 said
"I had three cesareans, they are no big deal" bitch #2 said
"Your sister sprang right back"  My mother said
(My sister was 19)

I have flashbacks
Like a war vet
And a sadness that
No one wants to hear about
And pain.

I does matter
It is a big deal
It is a mourning
I had a  cesarean
I didn't want one.

~Barbara Stratton

Mother, Can you Hear Me
A Chance

I was born of a young mother
Only 16 years of age
She was like not other
Overflowing with courage

She chose not to take
The shortest or easiest road
For my good and my sake
Alone she carried the load

She easily could have decided
That she should go and abort
Instead she had confided
And didn't settle or resort

Thanks to my young mother
I get the chance to exist
She was like no other
My life took a twist

She gave me up for adoption
Doing what was best for me
Thank you for choosing this option
Giving me a chance to be happy

~ Scott Lindberg

Email: [email protected]



If  I  Knew

If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep, I
would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I get to see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up to praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming that you KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, instead of thinking, "Oh, well, I'm sure we'll have so many more, so I can let this one slip away."

For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything all right. There will always be another day to say " I love you," and certainly there's always another chance.

But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like
to say how much I love you and hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is never promised to anyone, young or old alike, and today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight. So, if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day that you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or kiss, and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their last wish.

So, hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear. Tell
them how much you love them, and that you'll always hold them dear. Take the time to say " I'm sorry," "please forgive me," "thank you," or "it's ok." And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.

Author Unknown

Lara's Birth (for Patty, my stepmother)
by Shannon Mitchell

Sometimes our footsteps lead us
  where we never thought we'd go...
Sometimes experiences left behind us
  are ones God chooses to show...
As we get older and think
  that everything has been seen...
Our Lord allows a miracle to show us
  we don't know anything...

Sometimes the deepest agony
  can bring the greatest joy...
Sometimes the journey is arduous
  that takes us where we need to go...
At times we may wonder
  was it really worth the wait?
But love is the greatest outcome
  And Love never comes too late...
So sometimes when you may wonder
  if all the patience is worthwhile...
There is nothing more rewarding
  Than a Newborn Baby's Smile.


For Meghan
by Stacy Duhon

Bright light!
it hurts my eyes as large hands pull me
from the warm, soft place that held me
for too short a time and
I scream for mommy...
warm place again but not soft,
still bright
where are you?
I feel you.
I feel you thinking of me in a half-dream.
I know you are out there
because what choice do I have?
You�re here.
you sit beside me and touch me,
sometimes you hold me
want to be with you
all the time.
I will fight.
I will win.
I will go home with you.
One day soon these people that
keep me here will
tell you that I am strong enough
and big enough
and I will be with you in the dark,
not in this too-bright light.
you will fight, too, mommy because
you love me
you love me enough
and I will claim my right
to nurse, mommy.
Just give me time because
I love you
I need the warmth
of your breast,
to hear your big heart beat
next to my little heart.
I need you
as much as you need me,
I am
tiny now
frail now
I am brave.
I am strong.
I will win.


So new
by Janis Chrissikos

I�ve waited for you my whole life
and finally you are here.

What wonders you contain within,
child of mine most dear.

Your soft skin and yet softer hair,
tiny fist and big blue eyes.

Sweet baby scent and sweet, sweet smile
with little dimpled thighs.

You cuddle close and gently nurse
while sleep makes your eyes close.

So new and just beginning,
as so unfurls a rose.

Nine Months
by Janis Chrissikos

For nine months I cradle you within
and wonder.

Nine months before I can hold my heart
in my arms.

Nine months for you to arrive but I�ve known you

Nine months creep along yet race by
while I wait.

After nine months you are here and my life
starts anew.

The world has changed immeasurably and it only took
nine months.

What�s for dinner?
by Janis Chrissikos

I watch my daughters play and can�t help but smile.
They giggle, full of silliness, like only the very young.

I join them on the floor and let dinner wait awhile.
Bellies ought to be tickled and songs should be sung.

Forget cooking dinner, daddy can get take-out.
Instead let�s play chase and then hide-and seek.

My children remind me what childhood�s about,
as they run and play and laugh and shriek.

Nursing a Toddler
by Janis Chrissikos

Sticky little chubby hands pull  my shirt,
clearly it�s time to nurse.

Now I have blue yogurt on my white bra,
I know it could be worse!

She�s too busy for cuddles and kisses,
we nurse to keep us in touch.

She wants to be big like her big sister,
sometimes its just too much.

So up on Mama�s lap she climbs again,
for comfort and a snack.

I hold her close, sweet and soft as she rests,
glad my baby is back.

I watch as she acts so independent,
but nursing reminds me.

Not to hurry her to grow up too fast,
for time will still find me.

Friends try not to act surprised but all say,
�When will she ever wean?�

I smile, �Well, I guess when she has classes,
she can nurse in between!�

By Janis Chrissikos

You left me raw with emotion, shaken to my depths.
Less than seven pounds yet full of power .

I know I will never be the same and wonder,
�What will I be, then?�

Life changing, yes, but I struggle to find my path,
my place in the eternal circle of women.

A year goes by before I know my strength,
a birth within a birth.

I am to be reminded of my own power, stronger still.
Forged in the flames again.

Being There
Jackie Ferrell 

Being there when you first behold a glimpse of her soul
   after carrying her so close to you for those nine
   months or so.

Being there for her first cold, her first tooth and
   those painful earaches, too.

Being there when she smiles and you know for sure
   that it is meant for you.

Being there when she crawls and successfully sits up
   and the first steps she takes with the aid of a couch.

Being there for Christmases and birthdays and
   for the Easter surprises

And when a broken arm, a skinned knee
   or when the chicken pox arises.

Being there for math, for the science fairs
   and for the few detentions, too.

Being there for concerts, braces and a prom
   that is a much to do.

Being there through the joy and the pain
   and the disappointments to name a few.

And for all of the many feelings that life
   takes her through.

Being there with pride for her graduation moment
   knowing the diligence it took to receive that diploma.

Being there to protect her to guide her
   with a love that is absolute.

Because this is who we are
   And this is what parents do.

My Daughter
Jackie Ferrell 

In the twilight hours
I often think of her
The moments of joy
In each passing year.

Early memories of an infant
With rosy skin,
A diminutive nose
And a cute dimpled chin.

Over the course of time
She has blossomed and grown
From a child to a woman
With a life of her own.

I admire and revere
The gifts she imparts
Her insight, her wit
And her generous heart.

Kindness and mercy
As well as gentleness, too.
Mindfulness and reliance
To name just a few.

This young woman I know well
Is my daughter and my friend,
The one I love and hold dear
Through time without end.

As the years press onward
She grows ever closer to me
A wonderful connection
Like the sand is to the sea.

On the Path to the Dream








sorry for
your self)

to touch
the cool
fuzz of

and see

and hear
song of
as they
call to

and when

with love



arrival . . .

LBM 12/25/01


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