Shawn L. Bird

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Mothers’ tears April 20, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:36 pm
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Never,

ever,

make your

mother cry.

Never,

ever,

bring tears

to her eye.

Never,

ever,

force a

melancholy sigh

Never,

ever,

make her

sacrifices lie.

Never,

ever,

make your

mother cry.

Unless,

she’s blessed,

and tears are joy

wept dry.

 

27 Responses to “Mothers’ tears”

  1. Reblogged this on RONALD JOSEPH KULE, AUTHOR and commented:
    direct, terse, simple… wonderful like a slap to the face. (My mother used to tell me, “He who loves you hits you.” I retorted one time, “Couldn’t you just ‘like’ me, instead?”)

    • Shawn Bird Says:

      Oh dear! Since my hubby was a social worker, there wasn’t much hitting around my house! Some times plain speaking is best!

      • We survived. I even survived the wooden spoon that broke on my A**!! LOL

      • Shawn Bird Says:

        I know a few adults who had wooden spoons break on their bodies. They did survive, though I also know some who were seriously traumatized by it. Depends on the kid, doesn’t it?

      • Shawn, sure does. I prefer real talk to handle children. Not talking down to them but talking straight at them with their best interest in mind. It works; they can handle it. It’s a matter, like my Dad always said it, “of treating, loving, each child for who they are as individuals.” He ought to know: he raised eight of us!

  2. barbmca Says:

    Beautiful no one could say it better

  3. mlhe Says:

    The unwritten poem about occasionally making your mother laugh is still in the oven, right?

  4. msauthorette Says:

    I love this! It’s perfect and beautiful! 🙂 as a mother myself, and for my own mother, thank you!

  5. So true and very appropriate for the upcoming Mother’s Day. I think I drove my Mom crazy as a child but as I became older and more mature I stuck closer to my upbringing and did not bring shame or disgrace to my home. My mother was very strict and yes there was corporal punishment but I learned my lessons and today my brother and I are responsible and contributing citizens. Children don’t come with instructions and I know my mother did the best job that she could do. My Mom Mable Palmer passed away in August of 1998 and I still miss her every day.

    • Shawn Bird Says:

      I really wish more adult children would recognise that parents do the best they can, but that they’re imperfect people, and they can’t see the future, so things don’t always work out as they’d wish. I think once they start having their own kids, and their failures get thrown in their faces, they do begin to make the connection, but not all parents live long enough to see it!

  6. Gaseimasha Says:

    This poem could have been written by my mother, Shawn. Coming from a catholic family, I made her cry when I came out as an Atheist. She cried when I had bad grades in school. She cried when a doctor told her that I had ‘adhd’. She cried when I told her that I had no interest in making friends.

    She cried. She cried, and cried, and cried. And somewhere down the line, I just got fed up with all the bullshit.

    Very nice poem, by the way.

    • Shawn Bird Says:

      Sounds like she cried for loss of hopes and expectations. Overwhelming emotion can pour out in tears as a cleansing preparation for new realities. It doesn’t have to be rejection, disapproval, or bullshit. It can just be painful loss.

      Obviously, I’m not writing about the manipulating tears. I’m writing about the anguish from ‘you’re deliberately breaking your mother’s heart just to be mean and petty’ actions.

  7. being a mom… truly enjoyed that
    thank you

  8. splitspeak Says:

    Wow this is so beautiful

  9. Ugh! Took me forever to finally read this. I’m sitting at the airport and my signal keeps blipping! 😉 The words lingered (because of the flow, and my signal issues) LIKED it! Good one!


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