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  349.     

Who Is My Real Mother?

My mother isn't like all mothers.
She lives in a big city while I live in the country about a half hour away.
Another mother lives with me along with my brother.
The city mother is going to college while I'm still in high school.
The living with me mother is a social worker and works at the elementary school.

The city mother is also my brother's but we have different fathers.
Results of her mistakes, we came into this world.
Each night, I would lay in bed with my brother, neglected.
A life of emptiness is what she gave us.

The other mother is married and has a four year old daughter.
She is really by aunt.
She adopted my brother and I, removing us from the dark pit.
We now live on a farm and go to school, living a life of light and joy.

Is 'mother' defined by blood?
Is it by whom you share your life with?
I have chosen one and one only.
My aunt is my real mother, no matter how I look at it.
 
BreOnna Schneck

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  350.     

A Poem From The Unborn

Now Mother please don't abort me, and do away with me,
Some day I'll be a joy to you, When from your womb I am free,
Please let me live and grow up, to be what I should be,
God made me someone special, Let me live and you will agree,

Mother I have feelings, and I am alive within you now,
A living, breathing, eternal soul, And I am sure I will know how,
to please and love you every day, Don't take my life away,
Mother don't make the wrong decision, and destroy my temple of clay,

Mother how many precious souls, Must die before they are born?
Remember I feel the pain and fear, As from you womb I am torn,
If you don't love me Mother dear, Let me live and I'll become,
A precious child of someone else, A loving daughter or a son,

Mother's with child the Lord has heard, Our blood crying from the ground,
With the millions of abortions, God heard the terrible sound,
Of the cry within the Mother's womb, As our lives were torn away,
O God in heaven hear our voice, And avenge our blood this day,

The Living souls of millions, Have cried within the womb,
Please Mother dear don't kill me, Don't lay me in a tomb,
O Mother dear I love you, God already knows my name,
Before I even leave your womb, I am alive this I proclaim.
 
Andrew G. Collins, Sr.

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  351.     

'Never Thought It Would Come To This'

Who would have thought?
Never thought it would come to this!
While sitting in Mom's old chair
these things I would reminisce.

My mother's hands, my mother's eyes
My mother's hips, my mother's thighs.
My mother's teeth, her stale of my breath I smell
I'm falling apart, my bodies is going to hell!

When I was younger some use to say
You've your mother's blue eyes, with that hint of grey.
You've her nose and rosie cheeks and her blond silky hair
Where is it now I ask you?
Because I sure don't see it anywhere!

Why is it these things, I think of now?
bringing me this veil, of blackened cloud?
Why couldn't I still have what was mine I've earned?
And not that of my mother's, old she had plowed?

I don't want to live in the image of someone else
I've always wanted to be, just myself!
Wonder if this is what my mother had thought too?
when she reminisced about her mother and herself?
 
Linda Winchell

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  352.     

To My Mother

To my mother



She is young and always strong

She is wise and clever in this land

Her crown is bright and voice so sweet

Her land is full of glee and peace

She is my mother, She is my mother



Her heart is strong and mighty to devils

Her hands are soft and nice to her kids

Her laugh is terror to the violent and the croocks

Her smile is gentle to each of us.

She is my Mother, She is my mother



She is pretty with three oceans,

She is strong with high hill as the wall

she is great with her land and sky,

She is beautiful with the garden on the earth

She is my mother, She is my mother



Her sword is razor-sharp to win battles

Her children are brave and lion-hearted

Her hearth gives the warmth of peace and love

Her will is strong to face the world

She is my mother, She is my mother
 
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

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