The Spirit of Passion (Behind The Shadow) - Dernice Bailey Samuel

Another Burden to Remove

Kids can make you cry.
I don't know why,
but sometimes I cry.

Overwhelmed with duties,
far too many responsibilities,
they make me cry,
I guess I do know why.

Thought about how much I went through,
carried babies and still had much to do.

Talked with other women,
troubled due to men.
They sought their peace,
got a separate lease.

This too made me cry,
Yes, I do know why.

There is nothing easy about family life.
You have to know how to organize strife.

Take what you can,
share tough times with a man,
and then come up with a better plan.

The key is not to let others script your life,
and let God's words cut you like a knife.

Then when the many tears fall,
avoid spending time at a mall.
Instead, learn to live within your means,
and dump luxury scenes.

Worry, anger and resentment,
distract and lead to disappointment.

Envy, lies, and pretending,
take away the love God was sending.

Yes, I know why you cry,
the little things make you
want to die.

Yes, I know why at times you cry,
there is yet another thing in your eye.

Nicholl McGuire

Poem - Don't Talk About My Child

Child innocent, not!
He shot.
Lies a lot.
Parents bought a gravesite plot.

Dresses seductively,
the little freak of the week.
She says, "It's not me."
Parents believe her, can't see!

Mom said, "It was okay
to go over her house to play..."
--doesn't matter the day,
just don't say anything, okay?

Crazy celebrities,
holding up three,
another mom can't see
too blind to their fallacies.
She too holds up three.

Claims to be a good parent,
raises children well,
but doesn't notice
that her path leads them
straight to hell.

She says, "Don't talk,
that's my child!"
Evidence goes away, it's all been filed.
"Do you know what I've been through
and all I have to do?
In the midnight hour I cry--
feels like sometimes I'm going to die."

Mom loses it, sheds a tear,
someone comes along
to take away her fear.

Another child misled,
another parent goes to bed,
ignores all the signs
and what has been said.

Nicholl McGuire

Poem: When Mothers Cry

When mothers cry,
tears don't lie.

They don't sigh,
prepared to die.

Why?

When the pain has been too much to bear
when disappointments have left her in despair,
she says, "Why do I care?"
While many mothers just swear.

Mother is in that place of disgrace,
she needs to move on, get out of a negative space.

Children mean far more than what some think,
need to find ways to avoid the brink.

Can't do it alone, you hear her moan.
Witnesses don't offer a payday loan.

So when something happens, like things get bad,
all people do is say, "How sad?"

But when it is you and happy moments are few,
now you are saying, "What should I do?"

A mind still stable, a mind still able,
a mother with food on her table,
she can still think, she doesn't need to drink.

But one who is gone, lost and confused,
she is the one who is on the news,
she is going to hurt those she loves,
while little bodies are placed in gloves.

You see, just when you think you know it all,
that's when life throws you a curved ball,
then you have to stand real tall,
look beyond "me time" at a mall.

Support crying mothers and help them out
especially when you hear them shout.
Don't worry over your personal clout,
and what may have brought it all about.

Hold on to God's unchanging hand,
and help a mother's tired legs to stand.

Nicholl McGuire

Poem: My Children

My children what a surprise

Tears in both their eyes.

My ears can’t stand the cries

“Easy? Fun?” they told lies.

.

What oh Lord can I do

I just want to be next to you!

Was it something so special about me

That I could not see?

I should have not been first pick,

fourteen days out of the month I’m sick.

Oh what a surprise!

There they go again with their cries.

May I have a break?

While I sit down to have a steak.

Can’t answer the phone

My chores aren’t done.

No unexpected visitors please,

a bathtub moment to seize.

I always need money,

too broke to be funny.

Diapers, milk, bibs,

clothes, towels, and cribs.

No smile on my face,

a crinkled eyebrow to replace.

Was in love with your gift of lovemaking,

but my freedom was for the taking.

Regrets of time well spent,

overboard I went.

Left it all behind

to be in the light to shine.

They will get old one day,

and I pray they will say,

I understand mama

I understand.

Nicholl McGuire

Poem: Mother-in-laws

A smile

A nervous laugh

A question asked

Silence.

Didn’t want me around

Didn’t want me with him

Your child

My man

Smiling.

Go along, to get along

Is that what you learned?

Why be bothered?

Why involve yourself

Why not close your ears?

Allow your child to grow!

Be a woman

take care of your own business.

But no, you won’t.

Too busy smiling

Laughing

Putting on false fronts.

Asking questions.

And so he runs to you!

Mama help!

She’s hurting me

Help!

Nicholl McGuire

Says the Mother to the Childless

Watered my seed
and it grew, grew, grew.
But why now do I feel so blue?

"So it's true you can feel that way,
even after people have told you to pray?" says the Childless.

That's what they say.

"It isn't easy being a mother, can't always cover how you feel."

It's like being given a raw deal.

Partners and kids want and want just so they can flaunt.
You work and work for some unnamed jerk.

"Wishing things will get better,
you are told to read God's love letter."

But even he gets tired of his bratty kids,
puts them in pots and closes the lids.

Us mothers are up and sometimes down,
but we always manage to get around.

You don't know me, and I don't know you,
but we both share the same view.

"You aren't always happy,
your days sometimes are crappy."

Yeah...

But, you don't always smile,
especially after walking a mile.

So neither you or I need to tell another lie.
Just take a deep breath, and let out a sigh.

We are all in this life together,
we will withstand all types of weather.

"Heaven knows, it will get better!"

Nicholl McGuire a mother who has had her share of conversations with the childless and fellow believers about motherhood.

Poem: Cliques

Bound to a group.
Tied to one another by common interests.

Cautious not to let outsiders in.

Chained together by past experiences,
they walk
to
a
meeting
place
hidden from the world
dependent on one another.

Nicholl McGuire
http://www.twitter.com/motherhoodtips

Poem: How Soon They Forget

How forgetful some are!
when you've tried
when you given your all
and they say, "I don't remember."

How forgetful they are!
when money was low
when illness struck
when tears fell
and you were there
and they still say
"I don't remember."

But you recall it all!
Still when their hands are out
and mouths are open
YOU ARE THERE!

Nicholl McGuire, Content Producer, Blogger, Author, & Poet
http://associatedcontent.com/nichollmcguire