A mothers feeling of helplessness as she stands next to his bed
Her young child ill in hospital - why couldn't she be there instead
What can she do but cradle him, as he clings to her large frame
And all she does is love him back, gently rocks him & whispers his name
What can she do, how can she help - why must life be so unfair
She must work in the day, still thinking of him, still wishing to be there
Then home time comes, she races off to collect her older child
She shows such true affection, as if no worries, she just smiled
Then off she goes to cook the meal, her husband still to please
The housework and the washing; her anxiety to appease
And still her mind is wondering, just how her baby feels
Is he sleeping fine, is he missing her, is he eating all his meals
Once food is cooked, housework is done, she baths and readies all
She drives to where her baby is, her car just seems to crawl
She gets there and she dashes out to where her baby lies
Will she feel just as helpless; will she walk in to his cries
Instead he lies there comfortably, a smile upon his face
The mother feels so comforted and gives a warm embrace
He seems to look much better - maybe a little weak and thin
Her tiredness gone, fulfillment felt, she knows she's there for him
A mothers love is heartfelt and its something so unique
Its depth is so unlimited it is something so mystique
So when a mothers anxiousness is seen upon her face
Support her - help her - love her - give her that warm embrace
Author notes
Written September 16th, 2004
A contest entry
- AP's Best Prewrites by lowercase prelude.
800 points, ended July 22, 2008, 75 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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such an amazing poem
sad and beautiful - at the same time -
A heart warming 'back to basics' and 'what really matters' message Angel. A wonderful juxtaposition of the complications of life against the simplicity of love. This is perfectly you... and I'm still smiling!!! Thank you.
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Beautifully worded
This is very sweet and a wonderful observation of the things that a good mother does and is maybe not credited for. Beautifully written and alive with vivid imagery. A stunning piece of poetry.
~Samatha
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Jeez that was nice. Okay so i am gonna give away more of my points now and promote your poem. Thats all i seem to do in here.... write, promote and give away points. I'm like the poetry father christmas. Ho ho ho, let me read your poem and give you my points before i go home...
Keep your chin up sis... he'll be fine. Just knowing that you're out there, loving and missing him, will keep him strong and leave a smile on his little face.
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