Love is in Da Blog: Mother Love Acrostic

Just Fooling Around  With  Bee said: This post is dedicated to all of them: Birth-mothers, step-mothers, mother-in-laws, aunts, friends, therapists, doctors, bosses…. you name them.

This prompt is a free one: Chose whichever form suits you but show some love to the mothers in your life.

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Mother Love 

 

Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Ocean, boundless and undemanding  always 

There when you need it. No judgement or side taken

However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is  

Everlasting, open handed  and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and  scoop you up and love you.

 

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded to your problems never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.

 

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This   song  reminds  me of  when my  mother  died  I miss her  so much I am crying  as I write!

Here is  a poem I wrote about  my  mum  many of  you will of  seen it before  but  this is about  mothers isn’t it?

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My Mother

Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was.

A hair dresser with her own shop a teaser of hair and tresses.

Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.

Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.

Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made.

Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months

brave she was to have more. Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between.

Then after all was finished me, making six.

Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too.

Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.

The door always open to family and waifs and strays

big hearted she was to all who past through our door.

Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.

Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.

Patient she was  but there was temper there if needed,

she was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death!

Beautiful she was in features and in heart

there was not task she would not finish if she had made a start.

Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away

and when her sons went too she had a proud day.

Together alone again by themselves again.

Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man.

Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain.

Cleaver she was but not school or college wise she was wise in life and love and truth and need.

Lonely she was when her man was taken ,

wept she did as she wanted to join him.

Lost she was without the quiet man .

Heart broken she became though she threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.

Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him.

Lost to us she was, a smile here and there maybe a flash of recognition.

Unknowing of all around her she was,sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.

Tiny she was when she went sadly lost to us long before .

Gone into her mind to find her quiet man.

Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,

but gone she really was.

Anemones her favourite flowers were they always remind me of her.

I forgave her for leaving me and now accept she had to go

as by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.

Never to be forgotten.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This  is  Just  fooling  around  with  Bee  Idea  for  a  February  daily  challenge! To  suit  her  spoilt  inner  child…. and  mine  come  to that so  here  we go! Hold on to your heart!  Join in  here 

 

21 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Feb 16, 2015 @ 19:40:25

    Lady Gaga is the black and brown one (approx. 3-1/2 years old) Have had her 2-1/2 years

    Dickens is the white and ginger boy (approx 1-1/2 years old) Brought him home three weeks ago this past Saturday.

    Tess

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  2. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Feb 16, 2015 @ 19:47:02

    Did you get the attached pictures?

    Reply

  3. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Feb 16, 2015 @ 19:48:39

    Your poem tugged at my heartstrings, Willow. It’s hard to say goodbye. I’m an orphan as well, though I have four siblings. ❤ ❤ ❤

    Reply

  4. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words
    Feb 16, 2015 @ 22:02:40

    Beautiful Willow…as I take care of my mom now, I wonder what it will be like to have her not here…we have had some really good moments since I have been here..my life is more chaotic and in more limbo, but I am learning more about my mom and she is realizing where I got my ways LOLs…
    Yes your poem tugs at heartstrings..and I love the video, but I have always like Carly Simon….
    Thank you for sharing you and your wonderful thoughts Willow
    Take Care…You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

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    • willowdot21
      Feb 17, 2015 @ 07:22:07

      Thank you Maryrose thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts. You are a wonderful person and I wish you and your Mother lots of happy times. I know that looking after mothers is not always roses. Xxxx

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      • LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words
        Feb 17, 2015 @ 13:06:04

        ahhhh I have felt many thorns 🙂 but they keep me awake 🙂
        Thank you… 🙂 I’m not sure about the wonderful but it is nice to hear
        Take Care Willow…You Matter…
        )0(

      • willowdot21
        Feb 17, 2015 @ 15:20:30

        You matter too Maryrose xx

  5. Helen Espinosa
    Feb 16, 2015 @ 23:09:03

    Such a beautiful tribute to your mother, Willow. Thank you for sharing it with us. ❤

    Reply

  6. socialbridge
    Feb 17, 2015 @ 07:45:05

    Beautiful, Willow. Mothers are so special.

    Reply

  7. Paul
    Feb 18, 2015 @ 08:44:55

    Well said Willow.

    Reply

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