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POEM FOR MOTHERS by Francis skinner
I'm
fed up with being a mother,
I'm
fed up with being a wife,
It
seems i'll be caring for children
the
rest of my natural life.
The
washing seems never ending,
The
cookings becoming a chore,
The
kids come in for a glass of milk
and
most of it ends up on the floor.
I
do all my work in the morning,
the
house sparkles like a new pin,
But
when its time for the kids to come home,
It
looks like a snowstorms blown in.
They
drop their coats where they're standing,
then
all queue up for the loo.
I've
spent all day preparing a meal,
to
be told " I don't like stew"
I
sit in the evening exhausted,
my
toddler sits by my side.
She
looks at my face quite thoughtful,
"
I love you mummy " she sighs.
I
watch as they sleep so soundly,
and
forget the day's pressures and strife,
I
thank the Lord for another day spent in their life.
I'm
happy just being a mother,
I'm
happy just being a wife.
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TREASURES
by David Blair
My
treasures are not jewels rare,
or
heavy chests of gold.
But
in the bright and lovely things
that
can't be bought or sold
A
child's sort hand clutched tight in mine,
a
good friend true an true.
A
sunset in a burst of flame,
and
stars in misty blue.
Firelight
in a winter's storm,
springtime
fresh and sweet.
A
hazy day in summertime,
my
neighbours down the street.
A
garden filled with flowers fair,
and
birds upon the wing.
My
treasures lie in loveliness
Then
I have everything.
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HUG
by M Watkins
It's
wondrous what a hug can do
A
hug can cheer you when you're blue
A
hug can say, I love you so
Or
how I hate to see you go
A
hug is, welcome back again
And
great to see you-where've you been ?
A
hug can soothe a small child's pain
And
bring a rainbow after rain
The
hug! There's just no doubt about it
We
could scarcely could survive without it
A
hug delights and warms and charms
It
must be why God gave us arms!
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A
GOLDEN THREAD by Jill Biddle
There's
a thread that can't be broken
no
matter how you try,
It
is strojnger that the strongest steel
and
will stretch for a million miles.
It
is finer than a cobweb,
so
fine it can't be seen.
It's
a thread that ties each one of us
be
we beggar, thief or queen.
We
may try so hard to break it,
we
may travel far away.
but
the thread will always be there,
even
when we're old and grey.
Though
at birth the cord is severed,
we're
independent in a while,
Not
a thing can break the thread
between
a mother and her child.
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MY
MAGIC BOX By Craig
How Aged 8
Iwill
put in my box
The
snow off of a snowy slippery sled.
Water
from a grey elephants feet.
The
cat that is cute with a cuddly body.
I
will put in my box
A
snowball from a giant throw.
A
giant eagle flying around in circles.
A
leaping spark from an electric main.
I
will put in box
Three
rose wishes spoken in french.
The
first joke from an ancestor.
And
the last smile of an old grampa.
I
will put in my box
A
giant mouse and a small cat.
A
mummy on a hoover,
And
a father on a newspaper.
My
box is fashioned from ice,
Gold
and water, with moons on the lid,
And
mysteries in the corners.
Its
hinges are the humps off of a camel.
I
shall wrestle in my box
On
the ring of destiny,
Then
get knocked out in a cage match
The
colour of black.
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BROKEN
ROMANCE By Patience Strong
You
told me your story - a picture in words;
a
garden with roses and sweet singing birds;
and
two lovers dreaming the moments away,
bewitched
by the spell of the blue summer's day...
A
brief hour of magic and Love's ectasies -
now
locked in the casket of old memories.
The
summer has ended, the roses have gone,
the
lovers have parted, yet Love lingers on.
The
songs and the laughter have ended in tears....
A
sad little story, but whoknows, my friend?
Your
romance may still have a beautiful end.
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WORKING
MOTHERS ... Anon
Take
in the laundry. Collect the mended shoes.
Rading
tests and driving tests and interviews.
Telephone and train times. P.T.A.
Bacon,
cheese and crackers and bunny rabbit hay.
Computers
and portfolios, manuscripts and mice.
Transatlantic telex and long-grained rice.
Measle
spots and mergers, the ballet school display
And
the BBC are asking for an interview today.
Till receipts, sea cadets, sandwiches and
soap.
Mother
- tell me, mother - how the hell
you cope?!
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PIE-CRUST
By Patience Strong
Pie-crust
looks so nice and firm, and yet it always breaks.
It's
made just to be crumbled into little bits and flakes.
And
oh, how many promises are broken in this way -
made
in an idle moment, and forgotten the next day!
Think
well before you make a promise. Keep it if you do,
or
you will find that some people will lose confidence in you.
Somebody
counts upon your word, so don't betray their trust.
A
promise is a promise, not a little bit of crust.....
Why
wait until tommorow? Now's the time - don't
be deterred.
In
big things or in trifles - we must keep our word.
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MY
SECRET PLACE By Sue Russell
Within
my heart there lies a place,
where
no-one ever goes.
For
there I keep my secret face,
with
all my cares and woes.
A
deep and still and silent well.
a
pool of unshed tears.
I
hide it there, so it won't tell
of
sadness through the years.
And
yet there is a larger place,
where
anyone may tread.
Where
hope and joy, just like a lace
with
happiness are spread.
But
now the light is shining bright
these
words my friend are true,
My
face I hope, is full of light
as
my soul comes shining through.
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DECISIONS
By Patience Strong
We
reach the parting of the ways, and then we must decide
which
pathway we shall take - it's hard, we have no human guide.
Each
road is dark and unexplored. We face the great unknown -
and
in that final moment everyone must stand alone........
So
much may hang upon a word. So many things at stake -
careers,
and lives and happiness, and in the choice we make
we
spin the webs of destiny for good or ill. And so
When
you're perplexed and cannot see the way in which to go,
be
still and wait for guidance and you will not wait in vain -
no
need for panic or distress, no need to strive and strain .....
Trust
with a quiet confidence. You'll know the thing to do,
and
you will hear the voice of Wisdom at the heart of you.
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I'LL MARRY YOU, MY DEAR By Pam Ayres
Yes
I'll marry you my dear, and here's the reason why:
So
I can push you out of bed when the baby starts to cry,
And
if we hear a knocking and it,s creepy and it's late,
I
hand you the torch you see and you investigate.
Yes,
I'll marry you my dear, you many not apprehend it,
But
when the tumble-drier goes it's you that has to mend it ,
You
have to face the neighbour, should our labrador attack him,
And
if a drunkard fondles me, it's you that has to whack him.
Yes,
I'll marry you, my dear, you're virile and you're lean
My
house is like a pigsty, you can help to keep it clean,
That
little sexy dinner which you served by candlelight,
As
I just do chipolatas, you can cook it every night!
It's
you who has to work the drill and put up curtain track
And
when i 've got the PMT it's you who gets the flak,
I
do see great advantages, but none of them for you
And
so before you see the light ......... I do I do I do.
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BEREAVEMENT
By Patience Strong
Sorrow
comes unto the door of every family.
Changes
come as loved ones go. That's life . It has to be ....
The
empty future looms ahead. A blank we have to face.
In
the heart there is a silence and a vacant place.
Death
breaks up the old familiar pattern of the days.
We
have to work a new one out in unaccustomed ways.
At
first it sems impossible, but when we've dried our tears
we
see another pattern being traced out through the years.
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JUST
KINDNESS By Patience Strong
Kindness
, just kindness is all that it takes
to
make a day happy, for kindliness makes
for
peace and for cheerfulness, grace and goodwill,
stirring
no trouble, and speaking no ill.
Feeling
for others and trying to ease
the
burden that presses, to help and to please;
forgetting
yourself and your own heavy load;
thinking
of somebody else on the road.
The
value of kindness you cannot assess.
Spoken
or written no word can express
how
one little kindness can make someone's day -
giving
him courage to go on his way,
a
smile on his lips and a song in his mind,
just
because somebody somewhere was kind.
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