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

TITLE: Mamaís Day
By Deborah Caruso
04/30/08


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The Lord God, He fashioned me,
When I laid snug in a living sea.
I was at peace, from evening to morn,
Until the day for me to be born.

The narrow passage to the other place,
Interrupted my once tranquil state.
I preferred that He would let me stay,
But God said that this was my fate.

When I arrived there, I met my Mama,
She was beautiful, kind and warm.
And she would be the very one,
To first take me into loving arms.

As I looked into the eyes of my Mama,
Staring back was her untainted love.
She would understand me like no other,
I had met one of the purest of all loves.

Her hand caressed my hair, each strand,
Of which my God knows their number.
Then counting, my Mama began,
One by one, ten toes and fingers.

The trip was hard, and then came tears,
Mama gave me of her sweet milk.
I did not know then, that this flavor,
Would be my daily breadís prerequisite.

Mama would be there for many more tears,
That would all be kept in Godís bottle.
And whenever I would be alone or have fears,
She would make me feel secure, safe and warm.

Then, it should have been crystal clear.
Now itís plain, and my heart does break.
Oh that now my Mamaís voice Iíd hear,
Time for a visit, a walk or hug, Iíd make.

How did I miss this charity embodied,
My Mamaís unconditional love for me?
Could it be possible, could it be,
That I could also be missing
Godís great and unending love for me?

Now my Mamaís flown up to heaven,
And is looking into pure and holy eyes.
Now my Mama is with our Father and our Lord Jesus Christ.
Truly, the purest of all loves, forever and ever!


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Janice Cartwright05/01/08
I could tell your heart was in this poem. I am sure most of us could if we tried squeeze a little more time out of our own pursuits for our Mamas. We know they forgive us but it is so much better if we have no such regrets.
Yvonne Blake 05/03/08
A poem! You did a great job choosing some wonderful words to convey your thoughts.
The next to the last stanza is out of rhythm, but over all, you did a fairly good job with the rhyme and rhythm.
This is a good tribute to your mother. Well done.