Heart Torn in Two By M.R.M (Poetry)

Though I didn’t know you, still you grew a part of me, suddenly aware of the child within, wondering Who would you be like and how would you react…
as years gone by colored by the lies you were told, when would that truth I knew as fact unfold?
First it was my body that surrounded you so close, then it was my womb that protected you with every battered dose,
I crawled on hands and knees to try and get away, from the biological co-creator who kicked, slapped and strangled me.
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It wasn’t myself for whom I was concerned, it was the unborn child who may never know just how much hate their mother had to endure.
Did it make me strong, or was I too weak to be bold? The depths of despair of a woman pregnant with new life, only tears of fear that threatened daily that scared wife.
So whatever it is I didn’t tell you, this you must know, It was your life that saved mine with every hit I took, and I’m so very sorry for all the horrors that horrid man I call a crook.
Think what you want but someday you shall see, God gave me you, despite the violent abuse against me.
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Forever my Love goes on and my heart is torn in two, simply because of your resentment for my doing whatever I knew how to do.
Surviving is not thriving, and freedom was a fight, every day I think of you and forgiveness is my plight.
I left that man who bruised every part of who I was, and now I live to shout and fight for what is noble and what is right.
You my dear child I cry for in the middle of each night.
With Love yesterday, today and every tomorrow, Your Mom xoxo
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Missing You By L.D ( Poetry and Picture Quote)

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” It’s not just me missing you. Everyone here on my side of the mirror remembers you face and your infectious smile. The friends you had are still your friends. Family too is always here loving you, still rooting for you, wishing you well and wishing you back into our lives.”

© L.D 2015 Love Letters To Our Children

 

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You Are Close By K.R ( Poetry)

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” You are close, even if I can’t see you

You are in my heart ,even when far away

You are in my thoughts, my dreams, my blood, my soul

For you are my Child,

and I am your Mother.”

© K.R 2015 Love Letters To Our Children

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My Hero By Amelia G Perkins ( Poetry)

This one goes out to all the Mom’s out there who give it all they’ve got and more.

My Hero
© Amelia G. Perkins
Most people think of a hero as a superstar
My hero is an everyday person
My hero is my Mom.

My mom is a hero she stands for hope
My mom is a person you see every day
My mom is there when I’m trying to cope
My mom was there when I was little and all I wanted to do was play.

My mom is strong and has beat all odds
My mom is a teacher and works hard at her job
My mom is a hero, she is my crystal ball
My mom is a hero who I know, will catch me if I fall.

My mom is my shining star
She is the one I look to when times are hard
Sure she isn’t perfect but she isn’t that far from it
But to me she is as perfect as any mom could be.
Mom you are my hero, my everything!

*This poem is dedicated to all the moms around the globe*

Source: My Hero, Mother Child Poem

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To My Mother By Edger Allan Poe ( Poetry)

“To My Mother”:

The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother”
Edgar Allan Poe

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I Will Always Love You by K J ( Poetry)

I know my arm is strong
the landscape of it’s breadth has held new life
has cradled the sweetest innocence
and protected a beating heart
I know my arm is strong
the same arm,
clenched tight by an angry fist,
is still strong

My voice is still here
the power of my words to heal and sooth
the joy of song and treasured talk
the chosen silence and the answers
no matter how heavy the hand
to bring down my voice,
my voice is still here

The heart
no words can tell
written, spoken, heard,
how you are my heart
my dearest child
that the deepest well within my being
holds your light and memory
always,
always,
and no man
no woman
no power, being, or force
shall take you from me
shall shake my grasp
of hope
that i will be your mother
that you are my child
and I will always love you.

K.J © 2015 Love Letters To Our Children

 

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Inside My Heart By Marc Wambolt ( Poem)

“I may not always be with you
But when we’re far apart
Remember you will be with me
Right inside my heart”
― Marc Wambolt, Poems from the Heart

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S’mores in Heaven By L.D ( Poetry)

Long ago, child, do you remember still?
When I was a good mother and we made s’mores
You stabbed each marshmallow, dead-center,
Always careful to get it just right, delighting in your skill.

I can still smell those nights, all damp wood and sugar on fire
You couldn’t resist the urge to watch them burn
And hold them, torch-triumphant, in upraised fists of glory
I loved to watch you waving them like power
Your face clenched in victory over the elements of life
A simple bag of sugar can make us into gods
But finally, hungry and ready, you placed your fate into my hands
And asked for golden brown with full faith.

You knew, you knew that I was patient, capable and kind
So I took my time, spinning and spinning over glowing embers
While you watched like it was church, silent and still
And when it was finally perfect like the night
You kept vigil as I slid it so carefully, golden and plump
Between graham cracker and chocolate, slowly like a prayer
And when I delivered it safely into your waiting hands
You knew that it was never just about giving you dessert
~  © L.D 2014 Love Letters To our Children

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I Am Where You Left Me By E.J. Perth (Poetry)

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I remember you last….

Standing at the edge of your crib

Your eyes so bright

Your smile, toothless,

Drool pooling on your chin.

Just like every morning,

I kissed your head,

And lifted your chubby body

From the crib

You snuggled against me

My heart rose in my chest

Like a blazing sun.

I remember running out

Of coffee creamer,

And tipping a bottle of formula

Into my cup.

I remember your hands

Stained with sweet potato baby food,

You drew crazy spirals on your tray,

And I imagined those hands, one day…

Would be an artist, a builder, a teacher

Someone great and important

But always my baby.

You are forever a baby in my memory

I lost custody when you were so young…

The “protective order” did little to protect me,

Because in the end he hurt me

In the worst way possible…

By taking you from me.

In my memory you are still that happy baby,

In reality, you will be graduating from high school.

I have tried to write letters and send gifts

Did you get them?

I have tried to see you,

But was always turned away.

And when he moved away,

I was not given a forwarding address.

But I stayed in our home,

Keeping your room exactly the way you left,

You softie blanket is still folded in your crib

And your starry mobile hangs at the window,

Dust has collected on your tiny clothes,

I did not change a thing…

Hoping one day you would return.

Now, as you graduate from high school,

Do you wonder about me?

Or ask who I am?

I am your Mommy

The first one you smiled at

The one who answered your cries in the night

The one who encouraged your sweet potato artistry

The heart that throbbed when you placed your

Small head against my chest.

I am where you left me,

Standing near your crib,

Awaiting your smile,

Just like every morning.

© E.J. Perth 2015 Love Letters To Our Children

I wrote this for the Protective Mothers who are dealing with the loss of their children during the graduation season; you are in my prayers. xoxo

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