Mothers: The glue that holds familes together

 

This poem , “Mothers: Our Heroes Eternal”, was created and dedicated to my mother, Tommie Sean Forte, in 1994. It appeared in my book, “I Cry for a People: In Their Struggle for Justice & Equality.” 

 

Mothers: Our Heroes Eternal

Copyright 1994, by Juanita Bratcher

 

The extent of a mother’s love

Can never be measured by pound

It is unconditional love

Like steel and so profound

 

She’s protective of her children

To the point of denying herself

She is a woman of distinction

In a class all by herself

 

She is a mystery woman to some

And a passing stranger to others

But to me and all my siblings

She is our own beloving mother

 

Her strengths are so unlimited

Her convictions as bold as the night

She is a principled person with fortitude

Armed with courage, grace and foresight

 

She is a God-fearing woman

Who makes mountains of sacrifices too

She’s there when no one else is

Nurturing her children to see them through

 

She’s inspiring and uplifting

And her morals always forthright

She keeps the family together

Even when things don’t seem so right

 

She fights many a battle for her family

Sometimes painful and overbearing

But she handles them with eloquence

Trusting, devotion and insurmountable caring

 

Her healing powers are oh, so gentle

She can soothe away your tears and fears

There’re no limitations for mothers

They hold the key to their children’s cheers

 

She places them in protective custody

Helps them push their future dreams

She knows how to make them feel “real special”

And motivates them, it always seems

 

She’s spiritual, uplifting, and diplomatic too

She’s endurable like iron, co-leader of the crew

She’s positive and honest, forgiving of you

She gives moral support from a mother’s view

 

She’s exhausted, steering her children from obstacles in life

Making sure that they don’t perish

In a world filled with strife

She’s ready to catch them, hold them up when they fall

She feels her powerful love can conquer all

 

She’s a teacher, psychiatrist, anything you want her to be

She can motivate, encourage, redirect you to see

She’s prepared to take on the rough road ahead

She’s a companion and caretaker, when all’s done and said

 

There’re fond memories of moms

And the many moments shared

Her children know who they are

Simply because “mommy” cared

 

 

 

Copyright 1994, by Juanita Bratcher

 

This poem was created and dedicated to my mother, Tommie Sean Forte, in 1994, and appeared in my book, “I Cry for a People: In Their Struggle for Justice & Equality.”

 

The extent of a mother’s love 

Can never be measured by pound 

It is unconditional love 

Like steel and so profound

She’s protective of her children

To the point of denying herself

She is a woman of distinction

In a class all by herself

She is a mystery woman to some

And a passing stranger to others

But to me and all my siblings

She is our own beloving mother 

Her strengths are so unlimited

Her convictions as bold as the night

She is a principled person with fortitude

Armed with courage, grace and foresight

She is a God-fearing woman

Who makes mountains of sacrifices too

She’s there when no one else is

Nurturing her children to see them through

She’s inspiring and uplifting

And her morals always forthright

She keeps the family together

Even when things don’t seem so right

She fights many a battle for her family

Sometimes painful and overbearing

But she handles them with eloquence

Trusting, devotion and insurmountable caring

Her healing powers are oh, so gentle

She can soothe away your tears and fears

There’re no limitations for mothers

They hold the key to their children’s cheers

She places them in protective custody

Helps them push their future dreams

She knows how to make them feel “real special”

And motivates them, it always seems

She’s spiritual, uplifting, and diplomatic too

She’s endurable like iron, co-leader of the crew

She’s positive and honest, forgiving of you

She gives moral support from a mother’s view

She’s exhausted, steering her children from obstacles in life

Making sure that they don’t perish

In a world filled with strife

She’s ready to catch them, hold them up when they fall

She feels her powerful love can conquer all

She’s a teacher, psychiatrist, anything you want her to be

She can motivate, encourage, redirect you to see

She’s prepared to take on the rough road ahead

She’s a companion and caretaker, when all’s done and said

There’re fond memories of moms

And the many moments shared

Her children know who they are

Simply because “mommy” cared