Happy, she holds her newborn child! Written for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings: Happy. I thought of that first moment when a new mother holds her child. Her happiness puts the pain and exhaustion behind her.
Mothers' love nurtures. Children grow to love themselves. There's no substitute. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #339: Grow and Child.
I am the one who made a vow To, by the sweat of my brow, Put my hand to the plough And ensure that the bough Never breaks under thou! My efforts have earned a wow! Written for the Saturday Mix-Rhyme Time from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. The rhyming prompts are thou, plough, bough, vow, brow, and... Continue Reading →
She's never be free from mothering. Written for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #58 from My Random Ramblings. The prompt is Free.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love... Continue Reading →
After the latest in a string of heartbreaks, Joe's mother told him, "Running after beautiful women will be your downfall, Joseph! Just find a good girl with high virtues and get married already!" Joe was trying not to listen to her advice, but the stridulations in her voice prevented him simply toning her out. He... Continue Reading →
My eyes filled with tears, Holding you in my hands. A sensation gripped my soul, As I felt my heart expand. I seemed to be someone new, No longer just like any other. I knew you would depend on me, For I was now someone's mother. I called you my Black knight, Your dark skin... Continue Reading →
You weren't like any other mother in the neighborhood. That caused me some embarrassment, for I wanted you to imitate the moms I saw on television, who, ironically, were white. Your quiescent moods seemed so unmaternal to my teenage mind, so I was too embarrassed to invite people to our home. Yes, you were an... Continue Reading →
Matthew 15:25-28 The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said. He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” “Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.” Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great... Continue Reading →