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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Mother (as in maternal parent) (04/24/08)

TITLE: Compassion Is The Fashion
By Kathy Chatfield


Compassion Is The Fashion

Mothers, are a strong part of who we are
As mine was and still is,looking down from a heaven's star
My mother loved us so very much
As it was felt,in all she did, with a loving touch

From the time she carried me, in her womb
God gave her a life, that would bloom
A mother's care will meet our needs
As our mother did, planting the teachings of our life's seeds

During the years of our childhood
She would chase after us,to all, she could
Our energies would tend to make her crazy
But a mother,like mine,would think your still her daisy
From being a city girl, to living on the farm
She raised her family with her own kind of charm
She loved to cook and made sure you were full to the top
Before we went out,to plant,the next season's crop
Farming was different, from what she was raised doing
And she knew there was no sense of stewing
She rolled up her sleeves, to help pull baby pigs
And had fun later, dancing with dad with a hop,skip and a jig

We didn't always have a lot of money
But she would try to make your days, feel sunny
Enjoying simple things, to its best
Became a great quality,from her,to invest
Finding the good,in whatever,we had
Was appreciated more ...not gloomy or sad
For a mother,like her,was a diamond in the ruff
Made of all,the right kind of stuff
Rummage sales and bargain stores,we would shop
Treasures we would find and feel on top
Her clothing and style matched, like the new updated fashion
But nothing was so neat & real,as her love of people & compassion

My mother was a wonderful and kind lady
Nothing about her was shady
She was always sending out a cake,card or gift
To those that had a birthday or just needing a lift
Her love of people,laughter and smiles
Was felt by family,friends,and strangers for miles
No one, was a stranger, to her
Just a new friend, she would say and prefer
Mama raised us well, in this way
For it was instilled in us, from her, to this day

Four years have gone by now, since my mother died
And my heart aches for her, inside
I know there were times that weren't always rosy
But she was my flower of life...my special posy
The stories of mom, will always be there
Because she knew how to love and care
People loved her, as many stories still ring
She made our lives, to this day, sing
She had filled, my life, with a true sense of compassion
That will outlast any kind of fashion
As God made us, to love one another
He gave me, one special kind of mother
She wasn't just a mother but a special friend
And with this,I love you mom,to heaven this I will send

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Sara Harricharan 05/01/08
Wow, lots going on here! I liked the story you wove in between, very nice! Your title is great, compassion is the fashion. We need to get that message out!
Julie Arduini05/04/08
The title drew me in and what a lovely tribute.
Tessy Fuller05/06/08
I love your title and I love that phrase. It jumped out to me and stuck in my head. This was very lovely. I was a bit distracted by the overall rhythm of the poem, and I thought at times the stretch of rhyming took a bit away from it. I would love to see this in free verse, where you just write the feeling without focusing quite as much as the rhyme. My favorite description was We didn't always have a lot of money, But she would try to make your days, feel sunny. When I think of my mom - I could completely relate to how she made the most out of the not so good - and made so much in my life more sunny.