_____ A Mother’s Prayer _____
Ask me not to tell you it’s all right to
Make yourself a slave to vice and sin,
Or ignorance and laziness –– the blight to
Talent’s promise of fulfillment in
Hell of impotent inertia keeps
Each child of God who all not work.
Rising n my breast desire leaps
Savagely in prayer that those who lurk
Preying in the shadows on our youth
Realize no hol on you, my child.
Ardently I pray you’ll love the Truth,
Yearn for the sublime and undefiled.
Earning freedom is a mighty task.
Reach for that, my child, it’s all I ask.
~ FreeThinke - The Sandpiper
_____ FULFILLMENT _____
ReplyDeleteFor this my mother wrapped me warm,
And called me home against the storm,
And coaxed my infant nights to quiet,
And gave me roughage in my diet,
And tucked me in my bed at eight,
And clipped my hair, and marked my weight,
And watched me as I sat and stood:
That I might grow to womanhood
To hear a whistle and drop my wits
And break my heart to clattering bits.
~ Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)
Very nice, Franco.
ReplyDeleteGood One Franco.
ReplyDelete______ M-O-T-H-E-R ______
ReplyDelete"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER," A word that means the world to me.
Catona Hottinroof said:
ReplyDeleteThat African madonna is really beautiful. How did you find it?
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