Poetry: Parents - by Jeanne Dininni

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by Jeanne Dininni

Created on: January 02, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007

MOTHERS

I think that I shall never see
a brush surpass the artistry
That brings to bud the eve or morn
a helpless little babe is born
The delicate maternal bloom
that sheds a fragrant new perfume,
That nutures with the nectar of
a sweet and freely flowing love
And fills her field with beauty spread
by outstretched arms and sun-turned head.
Art can tap one well or other,
but only God can make a mother.

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Poetry: Parents

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by Jennifer Hinders

Someone should have warned us,
How difficult it would be
To raise our little Joey
And keep our sanity

He started off so
2 of 72

by Joseph Wardy

As my mother taught me the need for tenacity...
My father taught me the virtue of gentleness.
As my mother taught me the value
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by Jeanne Dininni

MOTHERS
I think that I shall never see
a brush surpass the artistry
That brings to bud the eve or morn
a helpless little
4 of 72

by Jon Coe

Blindly walking in
not knowing what they do
Many years younger
giving birth, to me and you

Blaming the world
blaming, not themselves
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by Bri Mark

They give you a life they look after you,

to them you're their reason for living,

whatever happens if troubles ensue,

they'll

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