Mothers by Amber Rose

The last time I was home

I didn’t spend much time with my Mom

With Mother’s Day around the corner

I sit and ponder about which presents to get her

When I ask her what she would like

Her response is always the same

Happy children

How is it that someone could be so selfless

Always thinking of others above herself

I wish I knew then

What I know now

Mothers are always right, even when we think they’re wrong

Mothers are our biggest fans

Mothers are our true best friend

Mothers will never betray us

Mothers love is unconditional

Mothers care for us when we are sick

Mothers tell us stories before bed

Mothers cut our meat and butter our toast

A mother is such a special person

I wish I valued her the way I do now, sooner

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Poem of the Day: Mothers

BY NIKKI GIOVANNI

the last time i was home

to see my mother we kissed

exchanged pleasantries

and unpleasantries pulled a warm   

comforting silence around

us and read separate books

i remember the first time

i consciously saw her

we were living in a three room   

apartment on burns avenue

mommy always sat in the dark

i don’t know how i knew that but she did

that night i stumbled into the kitchen

maybe because i’ve always been

a night person or perhaps because i had wet

the bed

she was sitting on a chair

the room was bathed in moonlight diffused through   

those thousands of panes landlords who rented

to people with children were prone to put in windows   

she may have been smoking but maybe not

her hair was three-quarters her height

which made me a strong believer in the samson myth   

and very black

i’m sure i just hung there by the door

i remember thinking: what a beautiful lady

she was very deliberately waiting

perhaps for my father to come home   

from his night job or maybe for a dream

that had promised to come by   

“come here” she said “i’ll teach you   

a poem: i see the moon

               the moon sees me

               god bless the moon

               and god bless me”   

i taught it to my son

who recited it for her

just to say we must learn   

to bear the pleasures

as we have borne the pains