Tag: Mom

My Mothers , Mothers Before

“My Mothers , Mothers Before”

It is not just your mother who may walk with you in spirit, it is her mother too. And her mother’s mother. And her mother’s friends, who loved by choice and not blood. And the women before them. Generations and generations of female energy, watching in admiration as you forge ahead living better, feeling better, accepting better, than they ever did. As they were much hoped you would. So, when you feel low, lonely or unloved. Remember them, feel them. They are with you, and they burn brightly with their boundless light, in everything you do. You, my friends, are the ‘moment in time’ of many women gone before, and you will lay pathways, like they did, for those who come up next.

This is not ending but a beginning

Lessons from Mother

I learned from my mother

That women are strong

That life can be difficult

But we go on

She taught to be soft

On those finding life hard

To help protect those

Who’ve already been scarred

To work when I need to

But otherwise play

That night time’s for dreaming

But so is the day

To be gentle with those

Who are tough on themselves

To share out my love

But save some for myself

To stand up to those

Who would walk over me

To hold up my head

When I’m down and feel weak

To only apologise

When I am wrong

To know that there’s always

A place I belong

To trust in my future

And treasure my past

To smash it each time

That the ceiling is glass

To find the lessons

In relationships lost

Because some things in life

Are not worth what they cost

But what she taught most

About life and of worth

Was that it is only

The best I deserve

And maybe your mother

Has taught you the same

But if she has not

Well, then I’m here today

To say that you too

Deserve only the best

To live out the life

That exists in your head

To find your own strength

And to dream and stand tall

To trust you might fly

When you think you could fall

So never stop dreaming

And never give up

Because, I have learned

We’re all worthy of love

💗💗

Happy Mother’s Day to all who find it a happy day xx

Becky Hemsley 2022

Lovely artwork by Kürti Andrea

This poem is from my second collection here (although I adapted the ending very slightly for today)

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Mother’s Day , every day

I wrote you out a card.

I filled it full of love.

I used my tears to seal It,

then I addressed it to the above.

I put it in a pillar box, and

I hope it finds its way,

but just in case it doesn’t,

this is what I want to say.

I miss you in the moments,

through the sunlight and the rain.

I miss our conversations.

I long for them again.

I miss the simple things.

I miss you being there.

I don’t really have a special place.

I miss seeing you anywhere.

I hope that you are watching,

with your family on your mind.

Catching all of our memories,

the ones you left behind.

Every day is Mother’s Day

because you are in my heart.

And every day I meet you

in a time before we part.

Author Joanne Boyle Heartfelt art by Steffi Krenzek

Mother Earth

I long ago realized how much I could forgive and release my own Mom

in her darkness , in her lack of nurture , her inability to teach me etc

by understanding that I had many Mothers , but especially Mother

Earth . It made all the difference to know the love of Mother and her

guidance and hand on my back is always & forever protecting, guiding ,

teaching ….❤️💯🌍

Mothers

“There are so many kinds of mother. The mothers you cherish and celebrate. The mothers who were never really there. The mothers who broke you. Who built you. The mothers who cheered you on. Who chipped away at you until you were dust. The mothers who reveled in your astonishing intelligence and grace and power. Who saw only their own light. The mothers who died painfully young. The mothers who lived so long you felt yourself disintegrating with them. Petal by wilted petal. The mothers who shined. Who dimmed. Who did their best. Who disappointed. Who redeemed themselves. Who accepted your redemption. Who zigged and zagged. The mothers who were a beacon. The mothers you never knew. The mothers who sewed themselves into the quilt you became. The mothers who couldn’t bear to tell the truth. The mothers who were brave. The mothers who didn’t know who they were without you. Who never saw you no matter how wildly you waved. The mothers who grieved you. Who believed in you. The mothers you call. The mothers you no longer speak to. The mothers you take for granted. Or treasure. The dead mothers. The mothers you have to search for and carry. The mothers you find in people who are not your mother. The mothers like a limb. The mothers like a mirror. The mothers like a flame. The mothers you wish. The mothers you love. The mothers you ache. The mothers you echo. The mothers you wanted to be. The mothers you became. I am thinking of you. I am holding you all.” -Cheryl Strayed

Art by Jessica Fry

Not just babies that grow

Oh, how I’d love to go back to those first weeks and months. I was ever-present, yet never really there at all.

My head was elsewhere, caught up in all the shoulds, in the baby books, the apps, the impossible schedules; all the perceived perfections of motherhood that felt so at odds with what you were telling me you needed.

I followed my heart every single time. But never with conviction. Always apologetically as though I were somehow giving in. Not doing it right.

I fought it. Like a quiet war. It was exhausting.

I’d love to go back and mother that version of you, but as this version of me; the mum I am today.

More relaxed, more rested, more sure, no longer seeking approval, embracing the fact that I will be happily rocking my boy to sleep until he doesn’t need it anymore.

It’s not just our babies that grow.

———————–

CTTO

Art by: Amanda Greavette Fine Art

Mothers

Maybe your mother was the perfect mother.

Maybe she carried you

bled for you

sang to you

smiled at you

nurtured you and marveled in you.

Maybe she understood your essence

and was patient and let you unfold

in your own time and in your own way

honoring the heart of you all the while.

Maybe your mother cared for you;

Maybe she was there for you

long past childhood days.

Maybe your mother worked for you

cooked for you

sewed for you.

Maybe your mother listened to you

held space for you

Maybe your mother laughed with you

played with you

stayed with you through all your years.

Maybe your mother protected you,

But

Maybe she neglected you

rejected you.

Maybe she abandoned you

hard-handed you

betrayed you

flayed you.

Maybe your mother couldn’t mother.

Maybe your mother forgot you

lost interest

grew cold.

Maybe she never really loved you.

Maybe you were just her duty

for a little while.

Maybe your mother did the best she could

with what she had.

Maybe she was sick or sad.

Maybe her mother was bitter or bad

and hurt her in her deepest parts.

Now

Maybe you are a mother.

Maybe you are a perfect mother.

Maybe you pour abundant love into

your daughters, your sons.

Maybe you delight in them.

Maybe you struggle

Maybe you feel exhausted

resentful

lost and unseen.

Maybe you feel nothing.

Maybe you are just surviving.

Maybe you are not a mother

but long to be a mother

Maybe you mother others.

Maybe you don’t want to be a mother;

will never be a mother

Yet

We all need a mother

Yes, we do

And maybe there is a perfect mother

just for you.

She is the mother of your mother

and your mother’s mother

and back as far as the eye can see

or mind can know

or soul can feel

to the first mother.

Lie on the grass and feel Her heart.

You were formed of Her earth.

You come from Her waters.

Her winds kiss your cheek eternally.

Her rains cry with you when you cry

and wash your wounds.

She will heal you

nourish you

wait for you.

She will give you beauty

give you joy

give you new life

again and again.

She will always be there

to enfold you in Her embrace

when at last you return —

Maybe you have the perfect mother . . .

~ Rebekah Myers, A Perfect Mother

copyright © 5/9/2021 by Rebekah Myers

Sacred Sisters Full Moon Circle

Art: Jana Brike

Jana Brike

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