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Heidi Franke May 13
I find self in argument
With sons
Over money, over crypto
Which is a mysterious coin
Being chased by new generations

I am belittled
When giving advise on
Intangible wealth of this century
That my experience is seen as useless,
Described by them to me,
"My Boomer generation knows Nothing"

Told to feel unworthy as an argument builds
Put down as a mother as
My brain pain of their reckless youth
I had to pay attention to
As if the reciept of my womb
Was a wasted placenta
All because of a bit of coin searching for wealth

The riches these young men of mine
Will likely not find from the
Depth of their families legacy
Who will be written off in their own time
Is in their grandfather's wartime draft card, tied to the most important person
Asking,
"Name of Person Who Will Always Know Your Address",
Let that sink in.
"Relationship  of This Person" , "Mother"
It is happening just as it is written. I will have none of this.  I found their grandfather's draft card from WWII. The demographics included, as you see in the  prose, to name a person who will ALWAYS know your address. How much our youth take for granted. The struggle in each generation. Yet, as I volunteer with the homeless, most have no one one to lean on. Most have no contact with their family. Their family does not want them in their life. What a sorrow. Now we have a plethora of entitled citizens , the white privileged who will find themselves alone in their Bitcoin crypto future where they put more energy into nothing worth chasing and trashing the person that will always know their address. Someone to care about them when they could care less. It's a sorrow filled world in these dangerous times. Humanity is losing.
Yon nouvo Papa
Yon nouvo espwa
Orevwa Pap Franswa
Ki te fè yon bon jòb, bèl bagay kòm yon Gran Klèje
Nou tout konnen ke laj pa kwè nan dinasti
Nou vini, nou ale epi nou ale tankou yon ti bo
Detanzantan, nou bezwen san nouvo
Epi natirèlman, li natirèl; Se pa yon krim
Novum papam habemus
Novum spem habemus
Nou gen yon nouvo espwa
Nou gen yon nouvo Rwa
Yon nouvo lidè pou Legliz Katolik
Ankèt la fini, eleksyon an fini, tout kontwovès fini
Sa fè plizyè dizèn ane kounye a, peson pa etènèl
Dènye Pap yo janti, sansib, intèlijan e inivèsèl
Mwen espere pontif sa a pi bon pase tout lòt anvan yo
(Fòk nou pa ri) Denye Pap la chita nan syèl la
Pou depoze epi siyen tout dokiman li yo kòm sa dwa
Kote yon dividal zanj ap chante anba tant diven yo
A mwen pa konn si ke yap bwè di ven
Mond lan jodi a plonje nan yon sitiyasyon dezastre e malveyan:
Manti, krim, koripsyon, ekspilsyon, diskriminasyon ak enpinite
Dayè, sa se yon eufemism, se diminye bagay yo
Sepandan, lemond antye anvi:
Lapè, lapè e lapè
Nou vle ke tout move rèv kaba, fini:
Enjistis, lagè, ipokrizi, rasis, entolerans ak povrete
Novum spem hablemus
Novum papam hablemus
Nou gen yon nouvo espwa
Nou gen yon nouvo Papa
Se pou Bondye beni nouvo Pontif sila, lanati ak limanite!

Dwa otè © 8 me 2025, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève.
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè koleksyon powèm.
Pepper Dove May 12
The days pass by

Faster and faster

Turning into weeks

Months,

Years...


Not a single second

Minute,

Hour 

Or day goes by


That I don't think of you


That I don't wonder 


What life would be like

Today

With you still in it


I may not show it


I may not speak of it


But the longing is there

Deep within


... Always


I often reflect, 

Admire

The strength you had in my youth


No matter what was thrown your way

You tossed it onto your shoulders

And carried on

Head still high


I find myself carrying on the same way

Without you here

I've tossed your memories onto my shoulders

And keep on

Keeping on

Head held high


I can relate to you in that way

And somehow it keeps me close to you


There are layers

Too many to explain in depth

But I know

And I remember 

How life felt with you in it

And I reflect 

I relate


Because I was once 

A part of you


And now you...


Every second

Every minute,

Hour

Everyday

For forever


... Are a part of me.
Missing my Mamas
Randy Johnson May 11
This is the 13th Mother's Day that has come around since your life came to an end.
When you passed away, I didn't just lose a mother, I also lost my best friend.
We used to spend Mother's Days together but we can't anymore.
You went to Heaven twelve years ago when you were sixty-four.
You became a mother in 1967 when you brought my brother into the world.
I was born almost four years later and you incorrectly believed I'd be a girl.
An aneurysm ended your life and we buried you in the ground.
I can not enjoy Mother's Day because you're no longer around.
I'll join you in Heaven but I don't know when.
But it will be great when we're together again.
DEDICATED TO AGNES JOHNSON (1948-2013) WHO PASSED AWAY ON MARCH 6, 2013.
Mariah May 11
Please, please, please
Help me get through today with ease
As a child
With a mother
Who thought me a disease
I hope she gets better.
Mother's day
her gold necklace in my nightstand drawer
her sweet voice in my ears
haiku
Erenn May 11
Mama,
how did you hold me
when my hands were full of thorns,
when my voice was storm and silence,
when I shut every door
but yours?

You stood,
a lantern in the hallway,
like a lighthouse, guiding me home.
When I called your name in ash,
When I broke what you had built,
and still—
you never asked for the past.

I remember you in fragments:
the hum behind my fever dreams,
the arms that knew no armor,
the eyes that saw the boy beneath
the war I wore like skin.
I spat my sorrow,
you swallowed it whole,

'Told me love
is not afraid
to kneel.
'

Now I write you in the quiet,
where guilt and gratitude entwined,
and I pray you knew
that every sorry
was mine.

Mama,
your love was the sky—
and I was rain
'falling wrong,
falling wild,
falling home.'

No matter how
this storm would hurt you
Mama, I know—
You will always
love me,
even at my worst.



Erennwrites
Inspired by "Oh Momma" by Justin Nozuka
kate May 10
Mẹ,

I am hurt by the way things have ended. How do you struggle with your second language, but know exactly what words jab at my dignity? The lack of “I love you”s as I grow up is justified, yet at the times you desire, you’re suddenly fluent in the language of breaking my heart. You articulate clearly and concisely, every syllable stabbing into my spirit as I swallow the lump in my throat. I still bite my tongue with remorse for growing into what you want to be. I choke down any remarks that would make you think less of me (less of you).

You compare me to the man who broke us, but I refuse to see him in the mirror. I have your left dimple, and my brother’s skin that contrasts yours so vividly like the branches that hold your dear orchids next to the porcelain in the glass closet that’s as fragile as your ego. My eyes come from what I have overcome, and the fire in my heart is God. I wish you saw His glory within me, and not the beast that you married.

I wish you weren’t so embarrassed of yourself. I wish you felt familiarity in a country as foreign as mine. For despite all you have done, I want to show you off. I am sorry for how you raised me. Most of all, I forgive you for all the apologies I never received. May you perceive yourself with grace.

Love,
your daughter
Lostling May 10
Your guiding hands are always there
To catch me when I fall.
Soft combs through my tangled hair
Hugs, a protective wall.

Your strength's a roaring lioness,
Your heart burning so bright,
Fighting through the crushing stress.
You burn away the night
Happy Mother's Day!
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