mother daughter free poems

What woman, with pain coursing through her labouring body, Inhaled and exhaled in horror...knowing that death was closer than The Priest? What mother remembered the knife that gave her infant daughter Life... Then cursed her daughter-ravaged body...cursed her blood. Mother. Mother, was this woman you? Mother. Mother, rosary-seeking your way to God. I can excuse. I can forget...but, Mother, why have you never forgiven me? What pale, exhausted mother, free of me unnaturally, Birthed me in the morning light, only to punish me in later years for Staying under the Sun? What Heaven-bound mother knelt long years in pews, Praying for me...what gratification was revealed to her In the sight of God, haloed in thorns...His Cross Suspended in silent darkness? She is old. Her clouds are dimming. Her time to laugh is Quickly finishing. We never laughed together. We never laughed. Lord...I do not ask to be forgiven. I do not think that You should, but If You see...and see to care... if You are really there, then hear: Through my fault, through my most grievous fault...I have tried. But I have lost the way to go home. I am afraid. Lord...I am not worthy to begin that journey again. Must I sin to be forgiven? Christ, I cannot forgive. Must I be wronged before I can pardon? Lord, I cannot forget. I do not ask to be forgiven. I do not think that You should...perhaps a time may come. But, if You are there...and understand, All I ask is a place in the Sun. The Sun is behind me. My Mother stands in my shadow. She is a large part of my darkness. Once...I was part of hers. Understand that "Dolly' poem a bit better, now? Jeff....but how do you REALLY feel?

Shabanu lives with her mother, father, older sister, grandfather, aunt, and young cousins in a compound of mud huts near the border between Pakistan and India. They own a herd of fine camels, and as long as there is water in the nearby pond (called a "toba"), they live a proud and free existence in the windswept desert of Pakistan. Once a year, they attend a fair in Sibi, which lies across the desert and where they sell their camels in order to buy goods they need. When the toba dries up, they move to nearby villages with deep wells. When this happens, they wait eagerly for rain to fill the toba, which will allow them to move back to their beloved desert home.

wise woman once told me i was a queen they said my smile shines and my walk is mean they told me stories of bodies they sell they bought me a silk dress and called me jezebel they took me into the streets where i met a man named fred he bought me a drink then took me to bed he said jezebel jezebel your juices are flowing jezebel jezebel your body is glowing my mother once gave me lipstick and heels she told me when you see a fellow bow down and kneel for he has money and gold for days so jezebel just play the game he plays then he says jezebel jezebel your juices are flowing jezebel jezebel your body is glowing my daughter once told me i was a hag she said my heart is worthless and my body was a bag she couldnt look at me in the eyes she made me cry when she said jezebel jezebel your juices are flowing jezebel jezebel your body is glowing