Mother of the Bride

Flickr Image by Gunkina Olya

Beaming right there before me,
eyes fixed upon your man.
Dressed in white lace and satin,
an elegant woman.
The first moment I saw you,
I gave you my whole heart.
I loved you and adored you,
tried best to do my part.
Now at this very moment,
my heart erupts with pride.
I wonder if you realise,
the love I hold inside.
And as your vows are spoken,
I try to stop the tears.
As memories dance around me,
I see you through the years.
God bless you on your journey,
as I have gained a son,
My beautiful young daughter,
my child, my precious one.

Copyright © 2012 Norma Martiri


Black and White

Photo courtesy of ©Amy O’Neil

Precious little
Chocolate cream,
Pure and sweet,
Such a treat,
Colours blent,
So complete.

Precious little
Honey top,
Bouncing bright,
Warm delight,
Flavoured right.

Precious little
Flower bud,
Our own blood,
Black and white,
Wholly loved.

Copyright © August 2011 Norma Martiri

I think children from mixed relationships are especially beautiful and I tried to capture that here.

Thank you Thursday Poets’ Rally for The Perfect Poet Award – Week 51

I nominate Where Pleasant Fountains Lie for the next award

Whispers from Afar

My precious child,
I see your face,
Content in animated play.
Sit still by me;
I’ll slow my pace,
Let’s capture rich moments today.

If I should blink,
You’ll slip away,
So I’ll store kisses in a jar.
Lock in my heart,
The sweetest hugs,
While whispered fate lures from afar.

Copyright © 2011 Norma Martiri

2 December 2012:  I’ve entered this poem in the dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Missing You prompt. Although it’s not strictly a “missing you” poem, it’s about what I miss the most now that all my kids have grown. It’s about missing soft kisses, hugs and giggles and that time when the world was a special place. You hear it hundreds of times “enjoy them while you can, they grow up quickly”. Well it’s true.