Momma was strong, right to her last breath.
She knew her Lord, so she feared not, death.
For years she fought, keeping her faith strong,
An example to us, when things go so wrong.
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Her smile lit up her face, her laugh, a delighter,
Her Irish green eyes, made everything brighter.
She held together the ends, of our family ties.
Our matriarch, she was the love of our lives.
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She fought so hard, for so many years,
A woman of courage, despite all the tears.
Her body was worn, the pain was too great.
So God took her Home, to walk through that Gate.
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She lived for her family, how fierce was her love.
She's still loving us now, but from Heaven above.
No one could ever compare, nor take her place.
She was a woman of God...She was a woman of Grace.
07-17-2020
Budding child
Cried for joy
laboured books
Arrested for hours
Exploring the nature
Strong desire of hour
Realising all stress
Father took out for ride
Joyfull looks
tried capturing all around
All at once a gentle blow
Hammered by mom
How did u do!
I did well mom
Double hammed mom
Was it just well or best
I did very best mom
Oh! god you are so kind
My son! did best in test
Shuttered all joy
Hammer upon hammer
Or father drove home quick
All at once
Remembered how i were
In screwed childhood.
My life would be so much better if you hadn't become sick and died.
You were a wonderful person because love was what you supplied.
My life would be so much better if you had gotten well.
But you died in the hospital and life became pure hell.
My life would be so much better if you were still around.
I wish I could still hear your voice because it was such a beautiful sound.
Trisha M. Barrek.Hopkins
March-15-1994/June-12-2013
Dedicated to my mother Christine Barrek
I love you mom
I remember Back then
When i was a kid
The memories i hold
On everything i did
And the stories my mommy told
Tucking me into bed
Saying sweet dreams love you and don't let the bed bugs bite
Then before leaving the room
She'd kiss me on my forehead
And i'd reply with "love you and good-night
And before i knew it my dream went into flight
In the morning I'd wake
To the aroma of blueberry pancakes
That only took a little time to bake
As i hold onto my napkin
I watch as my mommy pours the syrup
I take a sip of my juice
From my favorite cup
Asking to be excused to go get dressed
Stopping half way to look at the glisten on the snow
I then go to change the jammies i messed
being messy is not good that i know
Boy to remember everything Back then
Brings goosebumps to my skin
I some times wish i was a kid again
The memories rush back to me when i look at the picture
Held up with a pin
The one you gave me Back Then...
(June-12-2013)
But that was back then
Now all i have is the memory
I try to think of my past
And begin to forget when
The last time we were close
And miss the way my mother was
And the morning aroma under my nose
Now my mother's soul is lost
And my memories are only stuck in the past
She is fighting with herself to live
I wont let my mother lose this fight at any cost
Her husband is the demon
Within her head
Her spirit is gone
He is the whole freakin reason
Why she is not trying
Afraid every night when she goes to bed
That one night she will give up on living
The next day she won't be alive
And that morning I will find her dead
I love my mother with all my heart
I cant even talk to my best friend
Because he forces her to tell him what I've said
In the past few years we grown apart
I want my mother there when i am wed
But that Subject On that I wont try to start
Because i cant trust her anymore
I pray to the lord to protect her with all his might
To keep her safe and out of harms way
Keep her in my children s sight
Let her live another day
Back then is what i can only remember
Its the only thing i can store
I don't want to see my mommy this way
It hurts me so damn much
I wish there was something i could do
To bring the Back then
I want to feel my mothers loving touch
All i ask god please don't let her life end
Because there's still memories to be made
Get her away from the devil that keeps her trapped
The one who controls her like a puppet
Help her before her soul goes completely Dark
Dont let her soul start to fade
And she loses all spark
Before the blackness kidnaps
The only strength she has to live
Is the company of my daughter(s)
I want her to share Back Thens with her grandchildren
Let my mother show them shes strong and smart
This devil let her see she can get away
Help her believe she can win
And from this prison she doesn't have to stay
Copyright
I was once your baby girl.
Little and innocent,
You were ready to give me
the whole world.
But then I changed
from kid to teen,
and I wasn't the same
as I was once before.
I hurt myself because
it makes me feel better,
putting the hurt on my skin
instead of inside my heart.
I'm sorry i've become
the kind of daughter you
don't want, never wanted.
I'm not innocent anymore,
I'm not your baby girl anymore....
I'm nothing good anymore..
I'm Sorry.
It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.
Your death has brought about tears, despair and gloom.
Usually pregnancies last nine months but you had a longer wait.
You carried me for ten months, I was a month late.
From the day I was born until the day you died, we shared a special bond.
You were always there for me and I'm still unhappy because you're gone.
You didn't deserve to suffer the way you did, what a horrible fate.
The doctors did all they could but you went to the hospital too late.
I didn't know what I had until I lost it and I lost you too soon.
It was forty-three years ago today when I left your womb.
When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
They say this tradition originated in the Bible...and who am I to doubt?
My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets to sit atop her head.
Moms of today are different they go out with their heads bare
But one thing they share with Moms of the past are the many hats they wear.
If we tried to count the hats they don...we couldn’t...they go on indefinitely
Perhaps one way to approach it...would be alphabetically.
Moms are Accountants, Babysitters, Chauffeurs...They do what Doctors, and Electricians do
They are Farmers, Governors, Housekeepers, and Ice cream makers too.
They are Janitors, Kitchen and Laundry workers, and Maids who clean the floor.
They are Nurses, Optometrists, Painters and Quality control inspectors at the store.
They are Receptionists, Seamstresses, and Teachers...they can Upholster that sofa or chair
They are Valets, Washroom Attendants and X-Ray technicians...they show up anytime and anywhere.
They are Yard engineers and any Mom I know is also a keeper of the Zoo
That’s 26 different hats they wear...26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multi-taskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet.
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
For there wouldn’t be enough room to store them in boxes under their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
Yet they had no experience as a mother until their own children were born.
Because it was at that miraculous moment, not in any Epistle, Gospel or psalm
When they smiled at their baby and realized for the first time......’I’m a a Mom.’
For that is the hat that encompasses the rest...the hat we call motherhood
And I must admit, if I say so myself, you Moms make that hat look good.
So Moms, here’s to a wonderful Mother’s Day as this poem bids you all adieu
For all the many hats you wear...our hats are off to you.
Mom got a First class ticket to Heaven, that's for sure.
Everybody who knew my mom, absolutely adored her.
She always helped others or she would bust her butt trying.
It was so sad when her doctor said that she was dying.
Now she's in Heaven and she has eternal happiness.
Having her for my mother truly made me blessed.
She decided to return to her hometown of Sneedville in 2011.
When she passed away, she got a First class ticket to Heaven.