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Stephanie Stephens Mom Who knew what began as only a cold would be the beginning of a life threatening journey; one that would devastate us all? If we had only a hint of the horror to come, we would've been on our knees, by your side and praying days before. Because we are not gifted with this insight, we are all together, yet each feeling as alone at the same time. Unable to fathom the possibility of losing our truly beloved mother, sister, wife, daughter, grandmother and most of all, our best friend. What would we do if the great Lord above decided that He has waited long enough to have you by His side? Someone as wonderful as you doesn't seem to stretch far enough to satisfy us all. I can only pray, selfishly begging our Lord to share you with us a while longer. I cannot say that you haven; t given me enough. I know you have prepared me to be a great person, just like the most perfect mother would. But the love that has grown inside me for you is burning like a wildfire. A fire that was created by the warmth of your love. Without you near, without that warmth, my tears are so many, this fire is no match for my sorrow. How will it survive without you? How will I? How will we? Please don't go! Topic of this poem: Mom Related Poems Form: Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about this poem (Mom by Stephanie Stephens ) devastating explanation.... you have vented your feelings so expressively and in such a nice fluid format. it may not strictly be poetry...but poetic it is...and geared to bring sorrow to the reading heart. nice lines may you get over your pain and loss... blessings (Report) Reply Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe Maya Angelou Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) Langston Hughes (1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967) Edgar Allan Poe (19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849) Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886) Charles Bukowski (16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994) Pablo Neruda (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973) Robert Louis Stevenson Walt Whitman William Shakespeare - Still I Rise, Maya Angelou - I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou - The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost - Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou - Dreams, Langston Hughes - If, Rudyard Kipling - Preamble, Christopher Logue - A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe - If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda - Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ Mothúcháin fíor faoin saol ~ Leis an oíche Tugann an lá. Tá sraith nua de imní agus scares. Is féidir aon duine a bhfuil mé liom a rá mo deora. Losctha tú do Sting seo caite. Nach bhfuil a bheith brónach agus gruama rud gur deas. Leat a tharraingt ar mo chúl ort sa DIRT. Tá sé deacair a chreidiúint nach mian leat a fheiceáil mo ghortú. Do focail a thabhairt ar mo chroí agus anam síos. Tá sé am, Tá mé ag déanamh, agus beidh a thuilleadh frown mé. Ní mór dom a bheith ard agus láidir. Toisc go bhfuil tú féin agus do chuid focal mícheart. An-deacair a chreidiúint nach féidir leat a fheiceáil. Nuair a cad a dhéanann tú agus a rá go nimhneach dom. An mothú nach féidir liom a cheilt. Is gá dom a insint duit cad is dóigh liom taobh istigh. Mo cheann agus croí ag insint dom dul. Is dóigh liom go bhfuil sé seo rud éigin mór duit a fhios. Tá mé fallin as ngrá leat. Do mo chroí mór dom a bheith fíor. Ní mór dúinn deireadh a dom agus tú. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about this poem (~ Mothúcháin fíor faoin saol ~ by Brandy Avery ) Top Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Still I Rise Maya Angelou Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe If Rudyard Kipling Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe PoemHunter.com Updates Haven't you entered a poetry contest yet? Check out our list Great Poems and Quotes Everyday on our Facebook page. The Poetry Archive of Emily Dickinson Share your writing tips on 'Writing Poetry' forum page New Poems - That extra kiss, Allen Vaysberg - There Will Be A Snowfall Of Poems, mary douglas - Man just kills another man, Allen Vaysberg - Nano Winter, Heather Burns - Holy, Holey, Guacamoley, Sandra Feldman - Ego, MYK NWACHUKWU - Senryu Casting Reflections, Heather Burns - Happiness, Bill Cantrell - Save My Home, Hamza Al Saieedy - *II*- To Love, Leslie Guylee Cron