Making Forevers. . . . 

Making Forevers. . . . .
Forever. . . . .

How is it measured?

In the smile of a child,

Or the laugh of a dear friend?

Is it the warmth of a loved ones arms

Holding us tight in the

Dark of the night, 

Or the tear

From a loving mothers sadness?

Forever. . . . .

When is “Forever” done?

Is it over when the child

No longer has a reason to smile?

Is it over when the dear friends

Laughs are no longer heard?

When the warmth of love is gone,

Is “Forever” done, 

Or is “Forever”

Done when the mothers sadness

No longer breaks her heart into?

Hearts Journey

To know I’ve helped you learn,

helping you make all the right turns.

What you decide will be right,

even if made in the deep of night.

Always trying to caring way to hear,

Will always save you from fear.

Never make yourself doubt,

Let your heart lead

You down the best route.

Even when you’re sad, too,

Know I’ve been there,

And I will always love

The both of you…….

Weeping Rainbow

Listening to the rain

Falling furiously from above,

He gives it eminent domain

To cleanse the earth.

Like weeping tears

From the eyes of angels

Washing away sorrows fears.

Raindrops, like crying

Washes souls for a time.

Only after the dying

Do we realize the angels

Tears where of joy.

Joy for the rainbow

Of life after the storms.

Blessed

Blessed
I am blessed to be alive

I am blessed to work and strive.

I am blessed to breath and talk.

I am blessed to move and walk.

I am blessed to have a child,

A baby boy who is cute and wild.

He comforts me with all his joy,

And he will always be my boy.

I am blessed to help others,

Especially those like me who are

Lonely mothers.

I am blessed to dance, jump, and sing

I am blessed to do almost anything.

Thank you God for blessing me.
Happy birthday to my little monkey boy 

Mother


One who shows you the right path,

One who teaches you how to take a bath.
One who shows you the way of life,
One who is your fathers wife.
One who holds your hand as you walk,
One who teaches you how to talk.
One who loves you with all her heart,
One who of you is a part.
One who is not like any other,
That one who I call my mother.

Mother Nature

Mother Nature

Moonlight sparkling on the fallen snow
Giving the night an awesome glow
All little creatures have to rest
Safely in their cozy nest
Knowing that with the coming of dawn
The countryside will have a perfect white lawn
Little tiny tracks from the snow shoe hare
Might even be some from the big brown bear
Let’s not forget the little wren
And maybe even the turkey hen
All in all what a wondrous sight
When mother nature moves in with all her might.

The Women I Admire

The Women I Admire

The Woman I admire
wearing her attire
hiding her figure,
thus, curbing my desire..

The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter…

The Woman I encounter
is beyond bother
with the keen race
to beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
from dawn to dusk
is busy with ALLAH
murmuring, subhan’allah, subhan’allah, subhana’allah

The Woman I observe
certainly deserves
better respect
than what she expects

The Woman I listen

The Women I Admire

The Woman I admire
wearing her attire
hiding her figure,
thus, curbing my desire..

The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter…

The Woman I encounter
is beyond bother
with the keen race
to beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
from dawn to dusk
is busy with ALLAH
murmuring, subhan’allah, subhan’allah, subhana’allah

The Woman I observe
certainly deserves
better respect
than what she expects

The Woman I listen for it is better I warned
before all is gone…

Mother Nature

Mother Nature

Moonlight sparkling on the fallen snow
Giving the night an awesome glow
All little creatures have to rest
Safely in their cozy nest
Knowing that with the coming of dawn
The countryside will have a perfect white lawn
Little tiny tracks from the snow shoe hare
Might even be some from the big brown bear
Let’s not forget the little wren
And maybe even the turkey hen
All in all what a wondrous sight
When mother nature moves in with all her might.