Mother of the Bride

12/10/201228/12/2019 Norma Martiri13 Comments

bride-1130762_640 — Image by Mihai Paraschiv from Pixabay

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 hard 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 before me,
I see you through the years.
God bless you on your journey,
as I have gained a son,
My precious darling daughter,
my child, my cherished one.

Whispers

21/07/201122/12/2019 Norma Martiri84 Comments

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.

This poem is 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”. It’s true.

Empty Nest

13/05/201122/12/2019 Norma MartiriLeave a comment

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She’s gone.
My sunshine
my joy
my life.
Independent woman
out there
alone.
Lock your doors
don’t talk to strangers.
Stay safe.
God please watch over her –
my flesh
my blood
my heart
my child.

Form: Free Verse