by Gloria Poole, RN, artist of Missouri and Georgia
Real women have babies;
yes they do.
They use their ovaries
and eggs
and mix them with sperm
the usual way
in their womb
and plant them there
in the soft cushy nest
of their inner part
and they water them
and they feed them every day
and watch with tender care
their every move,
and every bite
and every social contact
to avoid germs
and pollutants
and evil.
They watch their bellies grow
Big.
And bigger.
And biggest.
Til their sides pop
and stretch marks appear
and they feel as if
they will scream
from the weight
on their ribs and spine
and the pressure on their bladder.
But then,
suddenly,
nature takes its course,
and the laboring begins,
laboring to push baby
into the world,
alive and well,
and screaming lustily,
with outrage at,
being shoved through
a tiny channel,
into the very cold,
not 98 point 6 ,
from human body warmth,
And into the hands of sometimes
barely grasping ,
a wriggling, screaming baby.
And then.
O, my!
Then, motherhood instinct kicks
into overdrive,
And she sees her baby.
Her precious tiny reproduction
of herself and her man.
And her heart,
swells with joy,
and love,
til she feels
it will burst.
And she's overcome,
with emotion,
and love,
for her husband,
and for her baby
and relief.
Relief with a capital R.
Relief: her baby is born!
Relief: her baby is alive!
Relief: her baby is breathing!
Relief: her baby is proof,
that she is a,
WOMAN.
Also, before you start reading, notice that mater is Latin, mutter is German, madre is Italian and mere with backward accent on first e is French for mother. COPYRIGHT !! See https://gloriapoole.blogspot.com 12 May 2014.
by Gloria Poole, RN, artist of Missouri and Georgia
M is for mother,
mater,
mutter,
madre,
mere.
The one who brought us
into the world;
who endured the agony
of childbirth,
to bring us to the
light of day,
from the inner sanctum
of her womb.
The one who
wiped our bottoms;
and our noses;
and got up at 2 am
for nightly feedings.
And watched over us
like a hawk
watches a chicken,
ready to swoop in,
at break-neck speed
if need be
to rescue her darlings
from brink of disaster.
Mother.
A synonym for self-sacrifice;
for never putting one's self,
first on the list
for needs fulfillment;
but instead, in
last position.
The last one to bed at night,
the last one to eat,
the last one to receive anything,
when the budget
cannot be stretched
another cent.
Mother.
The woman who conceived us,
birthed us,
bathed us,
fed us,
cried with us,
and for us.
Mother.
The woman who sewed
clothes for us,
because she couldn't
afford to buy them.
And cut our hair,
and permed it.
And made us
wear our "Sunday clothes"
to worship THE LORD,
and brush our hair,
and our teeth,
And 'sit up straight".
Mother.
The woman who said,
"do you want your face
to freeze like that?"
when I stuck-out my tongue
at my brother.
Mother.
the woman who,
when she was
really, really, REALLY,
MAD
at something we'd done.
would tell us,
"go to the tree
and get a switch."
And then she'd
strike our legs and bottoms,
with it,
a few firm swats,
And then she'd say,
"the next time I tell
to behave,
remember this."
Mother.
My mother MJBP died
four years ago.
And as I arrived,
at her house in Georgia
where my siblings
were gathered,
one of her best friends
in life,
called on telephone
and asked to speak
to me.
And said,
"Gloria. You have lost
the best friend
you ever had.
Your mother
prayed for you.
And asked me
to pray for you
also.
And I did.
I wanted you to
to know this."
The shock
one feels,
when one's mother
passes away,
often cannot be
put into words.
The utter sense
of desolation,
feels bottomless,
for a long,
long,
long,
time.
Endless grief,
endless sorrow,
. endless,
. orphan status.
Honor your mother,
The Bible says,
in Exodus 20:12,
that your days,
may be long,
on the earth.
Honor your mother,
for the most precious
gift of all,
the gift of life,
. she gave you.
If you had a poor
mother,
who could never give you
material things,
but birthed you,
fed you, bathed you,
. diapered you,
she did all,
that GOD requires
of women,
according to Genesis 3:16.
If she didn't
murder you
in the womb,
be grateful
to GOD;
that you lived
through the
womb time,
and honor your mother
that she chose life.
. To please GOD.
And be at peace.
with your self.
The unique You,
that GOD made.
and praise GOD,
for the mother
HE gave you.
Honor your mother,
with thanksgiving
and tributes,
and teach your children
to do the same.
One of my profiles on yahoo :https://profile.yahoo.com/VADAEZTWAGXWBACS65MM474O4U { I didn't hide my name. Yahoo does that for their reasons, not for my purposes.].
Also, I put an updated list of prolife resources on another blog of mine that is almost exclusively for prolife matters:
https://publishing-life.blogspot.com. Prolife activists can learn much because I write often as a Registered Nurse on the topic of ending abortion and medical facts.
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Gloria Poole, RN, artist, also known as Gloria / gloriapoole / gloria-poole / gloria.poole; gloriapooleRN at yahoo; @gloriapoole and other variations of my real, born with, legal name of Gloria Poole, at my private apt in Missouri, that is not shared with anyone; 12-May-2014 to confirm that I, Gloria Poole, RN, artist of Missouri and Georgia, wrote these two poems that I posted individually on other blogs of mine as Mother's Day tribute to all mothers everywhere; at 11:41am.
