A life without love
I watched her live
To her children she
gave all she had to give
Heart and soul as pure as
gold
Gave her everything and did
as she was told
I watched her daily struggle
and not once did she complain
And the next day she had to
do it all over again
A life without love of a man
was an easy price
for the love of her children
anything she would sacrifice
A life without love was the
life she chose
That is something that
only God knows
In a list
A contest entry
- A not so quick contest (24 hours) by poetryality.
525 points, ended August 13, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Heroic sacrifice is often unsung and lonely. This write send a slow gulp upwards in me.
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awww the ache for a sadden mother. A mother has to go through a lot espeacily with her children and the lack of a decent support of money or husband...but beauty to a women that she is humble and strong in her caring for her little sprounts nice imagery. I imagine a village and the women feeding her children. The Prarie House... she has to pick the crop and hurt her hands for her family. Life means work
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I am not sure what the contest called for , but that really does not matter . I really enjoyed this dedication to this woman [a mother-possibly even yours]. It speaks from your heart about the heart of an extra-ordinary woman] Bles her for making her children #1 in her life, and you gave justice to her as a woman
reenie
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Very nice! Your rhyming stanzas flowed effortlessly. This is indeed a different take on the thought. You presented some thought-provoking words here my friend.
Thank you for this entry and the best to you.
Much LOVE ♥
Renee
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Sad
Unfortuneately, many people must live like this, especially women. Is it just me or do the men who make their lives miserable not notice? Anyway, its good to say what needs to be said. You did it so well -
brillant great job. i think you spoke from the heart, and are truly talented. Mothers are a blessing in this wprld. This piece did it justice. good job. Can you give me feedback on my poem Dear Mom.
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