Twas that time of year,
when the leaves contemplate change,
she entered the world
and things would not be the same.
Not too robust, and yet,
feisty enough to survive,
life settled in on her;
she began her crawl towards life.
Poverty ever present,
unbeknown to such small eyes,
she grew in love and faith,
ever full of hows and whys.
Bursting from her childhood,
swept off her feet by love,
marriage was not happy,
but for the gifts from above.
They grew up in poverty,
never knowing they were poor;
two little angels like her,
trusting God and nothing more.
A second marriage granted,
raised the count to five;
giving her her dream of kids,
she now felt so alive.
The years were good until,
he passed before she was ready;
and still she plodded on,
God and kids keeping her steady.
Years swiftly passed surrounded by
the children of two generations.
She was quite content,
so far from other relations.
The day arrived, it was time,
she went home to her Father,
leaving us to reminisce;
life was worth all of the bother.
I never look now at September
without contemplating change;
for I know Mom waits for me
for God rejoins the estranged.
©2007
Author notes
Not sure if this is what you are looking for, but it is where the title led me. Fairly self-explanatory.
Written for the contest: September by InkstarRN
http://allpoetry.com/contest/2366690
A contest entry
- September by Tamera.
1200 points, ended September 5, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
A critical comment is invited
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this was an interesting poem. At first I thought you were talking about your daughter *not that I know you have a daughter, but that is what it seemed like at first* but than it changed.
This was a well written poem, you expressed yourself very nicely here. -
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Thank you. Although I have mentioned I have daughters and sons, on a thread in the forums. This is the only tribute I have ever written my mom. I should write more, for I miss her more than I can tell.
I appreciate the reading and the comment.
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"worth all of the bother"!
A good story. Leaves on the trees here are just beginning to show a hint of putting on their fall coats and so my mind was geared for something totally different.
You wrote well putting your mother's life to verse and sharing her challenges and fulfillment. It must not have been easy to leave family and friends to forge a new life for her posterity, but as you wrote, "She was quite content". A pioneer for your family.
Your final verse was the crowning touch. I appreciate your sharing this write. I enjoy reading of a life acknowledged. Jadon
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Thank you for taking the time to visit my poem. I can never say enough about my mother. She made me who I am and I will forever be in her debt. Although, it will be hard to repay her, I will try to do so while still here.
Again, thank you.
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I really liked the direction you took this and the way you described the life span and event of this woman's life. You brought across the challenges of her life without taking the focus off her and dwelling on the unfortunate events she experienced by doing that the reader got a sense of the strength and faith of the woman and her love of her children and the negitive is just a hint in the background showcasing her values and what she held important in her life. Great job!
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Thank you. I was hoping that it was read the way I meant it to be. My mom would be happy.
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So nice to see a poem that rhymes, all too many poets are writing free verse these days and it frustrates me, too much of a good thing can get boring. Well done and good luck in the contest. Val
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I have been doing a lot of free verse, but the muse noodged me to rhyme this time. And, the flow is always nicer, I think. As with anything, people tend to overdo something new. I know I am guilty.
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Thank you for entering! I will comment fully at judging. I was looking for whatever muses sent me so this is just fine. Thank you and Good luck.
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