#mompoem

'when you were a kid, you had lots of time to spend with me.'i said to my teenage daughter,but she ignored with a smile,now that's the styleof the new generation, ignoring mom's love messages, when she is alive,and regretting about neglecting mom when she is no more.and realizing mom’s real value when she becomes a mom. Read the full article

Happy Mother's Day Mama! 🌹My Precious Gift🌹 When times seem too hard to bear and I feel like giving up. I envision your beautiful face, and your warm comforting embrace. A mother and daughter bond is something so special, a gift I treasure each and every day. You are more precious than any flower, and more gorgeous than any rose found in the month of May. Your love is so sweet and kind, a precious rarity in this world to find. Your smile shines brighter than any star in the sky, It brings me pride of who I am and who I strive to be. I pray to God to be a good Mom, and to be worthy of my three. You will always be my mother first, but also my closest friend. I will cherish you and our moments together until the very end. I love you Mama, Happy Mother's Day!! -Love Missy. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 #happymothersday #lovemymama #mymama #mompoem #iloveyou #sorryatadcheesy

In the time I have spent searching for my truth, I could have written my poetry into magazines-- into books, into newspapers-- I have a drawer in my bedroom full of blank applications. Last night I filled out every single one. Some, three years past due date; the winners already crowned. I could have written my poetry into my mother’s brain so she could finally hear me. We speak different languages, but I remember her looking past her iPad on the night I read in front of a crowd. She heard me. I watched her nod in consecrated understanding. Finally. In the time I have spent searching for my truth, I could have never learned stage fright. Nobody tells you it’s like a disease; that your body will go rigid. Butterflies are the ballet world’s cruelest understatement. Too busy looking in the mirror, trying to get it right. I didn’t notice them setting up shop in my stomach. I could have let my body dance the way it knew how to dance. One night, my movements went on autopilot. It wasn’t until I had curtsied that I looked up to see 2000 faces; 4000 hands. Clapping for the moment I let myself go. In the time I’ll spend searching for my truth, I will no longer apologize for asking questions. There will never be a safe bet on the roster. I will discover the cure for stage fright. I will call my mother, and we will teach one another our languages. I will feed the butterflies, daily, with poetry and questions. They will not make me go rigid. They will help me fly faster. In the time I have spent searching for my truth I have learned the right way to be brave.