Mom,Thank you for all that you do. I know I dont saythat enough, but I really do appreciate all yo dofor me. Hopefully, this project will show howmuch I appreciate and love you. I know its afew weeks late, but Happy Mothers Day!Love,Tim
“Mothers Day” by David YoungI see her doing something simple, paying bills,Or leafing through a magazine or book,And wish that I could say, and she could hear,That now I start to understand her loveFrom all of us, the fullness of it.It burns there in the past, beyond my reach,A modest lamp.
“Mothers Day” ExplicationThis poem was written by David Young. It is one of the best poems on mothers and Mothers Day that Ihave read. In the poem, Young is focusing on his mother and all the little things she did that wereoften overlooked in the past. When Young was a child, he saw her doing many little things, like payinga bill that was due or reading a magazine. But, he was too young to appreciate all the hard work hismother was doing for him and the family.Now, as Young gets older, he is able to look back with a different perspective. He realizes that all thoselittle things he saw his mother do were more important than he ever realized. Like all kids, he was justtoo young to understand. He wants to tell his mother how much he appreciates and loves her.At the end of the poem, Young compares the memories to a “modest lamp”. The memories are still there,but as much as he would like to go back to the past, he knows he cant.Young does a great job in the poem of making the reader reflect on his mother. It has a reflective tone,and uses good imagery to make the reader feel love and respect for mothers.I understand what Young was saying. I can remember different times in the past when you were doing thedishes, making a grocery list, paying a bill, or reading a book. You often did the work without lookingfor praise and credit. When I was a kid, I didnt realize all the work you did to keep the house in order.I took it for granted. Looking back now, I see just how much work you did and still do. Without you, mylife would not have been the same. Thanks, Mom.
“Different Hats” by Timothy BlauchIn your life, you have many different jobs.Manager, Chauffer, Teacher, Cook,Trainer, Mentor, cleaning up after us slobs.When your mad, you just give us the look;Then quietly go to enjoying your book.But, these hats are not what define you;You wont be remembered for them in the end.By far, the most important thing you do,Is impossible to pretend.Mom, I know youll always be my friend.
“Different Hats” DedicationMom, you are the hardest working person I have ever known. You get up early every morning, andgo to a difficult job that most people take for granted. But, you dont let that discourage you. Youmanage the kitchen to the best of your abilities, and volunteer to help (sometimes for free)wherever and whenever you can.Yet, your day doesnt end there. You still come home, and take care of the house. You make sure itis swept, the dishes are done, dinner is ready, and the laundry is washed. Even though yourtired, you still make sure the job is done.You also wear many other “hats”, including driving me around wherever I need to go, whether it isthe mall or the school to play basketball. But the job you have done the best is being my mother.You are always there for me whenever I need you, and I no I can count on you no matter what.I know dad and I dont say it as much as we should, but we do appreciate you. Without you, wewouldnt be able to function everyday. You are the glue to the family, and we love you more thanyoull ever realize. Thank you, mom, for all that you do.
[Sonnets are full of love,and this mytome]” by Christina RossettiSonnets are full of love, and this my tomeHas many sonnets; so here now shall beOne sonnet more, a love sonnet, from meTo her whose heart is my hearts quiet home,To my first love, my Mother, on whose kneeI learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;Whose service is my special dignity,And she my loadstar while I go and comeAnd so because you love me, and becauseI love you, Mother, I have woven a wreathOf rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:In you not fourscore years can dim the flameOf love, whose blessed glow transcends the lawsOf time and change and mortal life and death
“[Sonnets are full of love, and this mytome]” ExplicationThis sonnet was written by Christina Rossetti. A sonnet is a fourteen line poem that has a change, orturning point somewhere in the poem. The title of the poem is exactly the same as the first line of thesonnet. Her goal in this poem is to thank and to praise her mother for all that she has taught her anddone for her. It has a positive, happy, and reflective tone throughout the sonnet.In the poem, Rossetti describes her love and admiration of her mother. She calls her mother her “firstlove” and her “loadstar”, or her guiding light. She also says that she considers her mother to be herhome in her heart, no matter where she goes in life.At the end of the poem, Rossetti points out to her mother that even though she is getting older (“fourscoreyears”), her age does not matter to Rossetti. Rossettis love for her mother will always be strong, nomatter how old she is. Nothing can “dim the flame of love”, not even death.Rossetti uses good figurative language in the sonnet, like “blessed glow transcends the laws” and “crownyour honored name”. These words and phrases create a strong picture and feeling of love for hermother. The reader can tell that Rossetti means every word that she says to her mother.Mom, thank you so much for the many lessons that you taught me over the years. I know that no matterwhere I go and what I do in life, I will always have you there to support me. No matter what happens inthe future, I will always come home as much as I can, and I will always be just a phone call away ifyou ever need anything. I will always love you.
“Always” by Tim BlauchYou promised to take care of meFrom the moment I was born.Whenever something was broken or tornYou kept that promise; that was easy to see.It wasnt always easy. Sure, weWe had our difficult moments that made your heart feel torn.But you never gave up or quit, because you had swornMy mom you would always be.But, no one stays young forever.The days may seem long and slow,But the years are short and fast.No matter what happens, whereverI go, will I forget you? No!Because the memories weve made will always last.
“Always” DedicationThank you, Mom, for always being there for me. Whenever I need something to eat anddrink, or my laundry washed I know that all I have to do is ask and youll help. I knowthat I sometimes take advantage of that; but I do appreciate it. Even if I dont say thatI do as much as I should. You have taught me so much with your example and workethic.We have had a lot of great memories together, like going Christmas shopping with you atthe mall, going to the park to shoot basketball, or sitting in the car when you nearlydrove through our living room wall. We have also had some bad moments, and I knowI have said things in the past that hurt you, but I look up to you. No matter what I willalways love you.Even though I will be graduating next Saturday, and someday soon I will be moving on,getting a house, and starting a career, I will always be thinking about home and thegreat memories we have. And no matter what I do and where I go, I will still comehome as much as I possibly can.
“Mother” by Lola RidgeYour love was like moonlightTurning harsh things to beauty,So that little wry soulsReflecting each other obliquelyAs in cracked mirrors...Beheld in your luminous spiritTheir own reflection,Transfigured as in a shining stream,And loved you for what they are not.You are less an image in my mindThan a lusterI see you in gleamsPale as star-light on a gray wall...Evanescent as the reflection of a white swanShimmering in broken water.
“Mother” ExplicationThis poem was written by Lola Ridge. It is a poem of praise to her dead mother. You can tell she is dead for tworeasons. First, the poem says her “love was like moonlight”. The past verb tense shows Ridge is referring tosomeone who is deceased. Second, in the middle of the poem, Ridge writes, “You are less an image in mymind than a luster”.Ridge uses many larger words (obliquely, luminous, transfigured, evanescent, shimmering) to create a dignifiedpoem. The words add color and flair to the poem, in a way that other smaller, more well known words wouldnot. She also uses other adjectives, like “cracked mirrors”, “little wry souls”, and “a shining steam” to enhancethe poem. Theres not a distinct rhyming pattern in the poem, but the poems consistent rhythm makes thepoem flow line by line.When you read Ridges poem, that Ridge looked up to her mother. Ridge says in the poem that her mother had a“luminous spirit.” At the end of the poem, she writes that she sees her mother “in gleams pale as star-light ona gray wall...evanescent as the reflection of a white swan shimmering in broken water.” You can tell thatRidges mother was one of the brightest spots in Ridges life.My favorite lines in the poem are the first two: “Your love was like moonlight turning harsh things to beauty,”. Thatdescribes you, Mom. You always look to help me and Dad wherever you can. Everyday, after you comehome from work, you make me something to eat, like ramen noodles or a grilled cheese, and you ask mehow my day went. I know that if I ever need anything, I can always come to you. You always think of othersbefore you think of yourself. Thanks for that, Mom.
“Lessons Learned” by TimothyBlauchIve learned many lessons by watching you,Like how to drive, clean and cook.Youre the hardest worker that I know. Yet, throughIt all, you never stop to complain or restUntil the job is finished.But, one lesson I learned from youStands above the others.Thankfully, I caught it at a young age too.You taught me the importance of learning,And for that I say, Thank You!
“Lessons Learned” DedicationYou do a lot for me, Mom. You make dinner, wash the laundry, sweep and dust thehouse, take me to places I need to go, and many other things. There are way toomany to list. But, you taught me one important lesson when I was a kid.On most nights, after youre finally done working and cleaning the house, you sit on thecouch or in bed for hours reading. Normally, Dad and I are screaming at the game onTV. Im not sure how youre able to read over that but you do. You taught me theimportance of reading and learning. My love of reading comes from you.I still remember going to the library with you when I was a kid, and watching those old Dr.Seuss videos all day. You had me ready to go to school years before I even startedkindergarten.I also still remember when you would read to me before bed every night. You read manydifferent kinds of books, including mysteries, which you know are my favorite.All those other things that you do for me are important. But, giving me a love for learningwas one of the best. Thanks, Mom.
“Chorus” by Catherine BarnettSo who mothers the mothersWho tend the hallways of mothers,The spill of mothers, the smell of mothers,Who mend the eyes of mothers,The lies of mothers scaredTo turn on lights in basementsFilled with mothers called by mothers in thedark,The kin of mothers, the gin of mothers,Mothers out on bail,Who mothers the hail-mary mothersAsleep in their stockingsWhile the crows sing heigh ho carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle,Carry on, carry on-
“Chorus” Explication“Chorus” was written by Catherine Barnett. Unlike the other poems I included and wrote, this poem was notfocused on one specific person. Instead, Barnett focuses on mothers in general, by asking three different“Who” questions. By asking these questions, Barnett forces the readers to think about their mothers. Shewants the readers to appeciate all that their mothers have done for them.In her poem, Barnett lists many of the responsibilities and problems mothers face. Some of these include “thespill of mothers, the smell of mothers”, “who tends the eyes of mothers”, “the lies of mothers”, and “mothersout on bail”. Barnett wants to know who takes care of mothers while they are busy taking care of us. They areforced to deal with all their individual problems that life brings, while taking care of a family at the same time.The end of the poem sums up motherhood entirely. No matter what problems or responsibilities a mother has,she continues to “carry on, carry on”. It does not matter if the mother is sick, tired, or in a bad mood. A goodmother makes sure that her child is always taken care of. She always puts her childs (or childrens) needsabove her own.That is exactly what you do, Mom. You work 7:30 to 2:30 five days a week. Yet, even after working all day, youstill come home and take care of Dad and I. You make sure the house is clean, the dishes are washed, anddinner is taken care of. Even though you may want to just sit down on the couch all night and rest, you put usahead of what you want. Thanks again, Mom. I appreciate all you do for me. I dont know what I would dowithout you.
“Your Example” by Timothy BlauchThere are many great things about you.Youre supportive, loving, caring, and kind;A good listener, worker, and friend too.You always know what to say, and when to say it,No matter the time or the place.Youre not perfect; no one is.But, you always do you bestIn everything you do.Youve taught me through your good example.I dont know what I would do without you.
“Your Example” DedicationYou are many great things, Mom. You always look to help, whenever and wherever it isneeded. There have been numerous times that you did banquets at work for free. Iwould probably never work those banquets, unless I was paid, but you do them everyyear. You are the hardest and best worker that I have ever known.On top of working at the cafeteria all day, you still make sure the house is clean andtaken care of when you get home. We dont always help you as much as we should,but you still get everything done, no matter how tired or sore you are.You are patient, loving, caring, and kind. You are a good listener, and always supportiveof me. I know you feel Dad and I dont appreciate you enough, but we do. We wouldnot be able to function without you. You are the glue to the family.Youre not perfect, but no one is. But, you are someone that I know I can count on foranything, at anytime. I hope to someday be as hard a worker and as kind a person asyou are. Thanks for the great example to look up to, Mom.
“Disciplines [If there is prayer, a mother iskneeling]” by Dawn Lundy MartinIf there is prayer, there is a mother kneeling, hands folden to a private sign. Werecognize it.If there is a mother kneeling, hands a tent, she is praying or she is crying orcrying and praying at the same time. Although it is recognized, the signals ofit, it is private and no one knows, perhaps not even she, the content of theprayer, and perhaps its object.If there is a mother praying, she is on her kneels over some object, as one doesnot often pray in the middle of the room. One prays at the window or over thebed, the head bent slightly up or down, the eyes open or closed.This is a prayer for prayers, you know, a wanting something equal to a prayer,even though I am not a mother.
“Disciplines [If there is prayer, amother is kneeling]” ExplicationThis poem was written by Dawn Lundy Martin. It focuses on how and why a mother prays. “Disciplines” is areflective piece, and forces the reader to think about prayer and spiritual things. It is not written like normalpoems. Instead of individual lines, it is written in paragraphs.Prayer is something most mothers do. They have a burden for their children, and they would do anything toprotect and help them. They dont make a big show of it. But, they often silently ask for their childrens safetyand happiness.I added this poem because I still remember the many times I saw you and Dad praying when I was a kid. Just likeit says in the poem, you were not praying “in the middle of the room”. You were usually in your bedroomquietly praying and reading your Bible.It had a big impact on my life. You and Dad showed me the importance of the Gospel. It was because of this, thatI got saved at a young age. Your good example was something I wanted to follow.As I got older, there were other times that I knew you were praying for me. There were times I had a bad day, or abig school project was due. After asking you to pray, things usually worked out in the end. You taught me theimportance of prayer.You gave me a lot in my life, Mom. You and Dad provided for me, made sure I was happy, and took care of mewhen I was sick. But, all those things are temporary. The most important thing you have ever shared, or willever share with me is your faith. And because of this, we will be together for eternity. Thank you so much,Mom. I love you.
“Life” by Timothy BlauchLife isnt always easy.It doesnt always followYour plan. Things break, rust,And age. We get sick and old,As the days slowly go by.We dont have a lot of money;the house and cars are old.But we are still blessed,Because we have something extremelySpecial. We have each other.
“Life” DedicationWe have never had a brand new car. Most of the cars we have had were fifteen to twentyyears old. They had chipped off paint, old or broken parts, and shut off every fewmonths. The house is not a big, nice mansion. The roof leaks, the one window doesnot close right, and many other problems. Sometimes, it can be pretty discouraging.You fix one thing, and ten more break.But those different possessions and problems are meaningless in the grand scheme oflife. All those things will eventually be fixed and replaced. The most important thing inlife is the love we have for each other. We have our moments. The little fights andsquabbles that every family has. Still, I know that we always have each others backsand we are always there for each other.Even though I am going to college soon, I still am lucky enough to live at home. But, theday will come when I will move out on my own. I know, though, whever and wheneverI leave, I will still be able to count on you and Dad to be there for me. Thank you,Mom. I love you.
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