From the time a child leaves the womb,
Until death carries a child to the tomb.
A Mothers love guides them through,
All that's good or bad and old or new.
She feeds her child from her own plate,
And keeps them well, no matter her fate.
Clothing she makes to keep them warm,
Praying daily that they see no harm.
She gives to them her heart, life and love,
While teaching her child to look to God above.
Whenever death comes to call on her,
Her child goes on, Mom taught them to endure.
Terry L. Sledge
Author notes
Written April 26th, 1999
A contest entry
- Mamma by Rebekah-Ann.
700 points, ended May 11, 11 entries
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Lovely piece. The fist stanza a little harsh. Overall a great poem. Thank you for your entry.
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excellent
beautiful write :) -
excellent
simply wondeful & quite true
God bless
Susan
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