LauraSue Gutierrez
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  LauraSue is a Mother, Award Winning Poet and Artist who was born in Suburbia New York and now resides in Pennsylvania. She has been writing Poetry since the early age of nine. Over the years of her life she has developed not only a great love for Poetry, but also a great respect for the expressions of other Poets. LauraSue Poems have been published globally in several anthologies dating back to the 90’s. Her New Poetry Book Spilled Feelings is scheduled to be released in February 2012. Oh . . . and by the way . . . my favorite color is Purple . . . Thank You LauraSue  William S. Peters, Sr. aka JustBill portrays a different take on how some mothers are viewed. His poem embodies the strength that some mothers possess and their strong will to persevere through circumstances that would defeat most. How some women despite insurmountable odds can hold their head high and forge forward without tears, at least any their child would see. This is a wonderfully heart-wrenching poem that describes more often than not the “norm” of relationships and circumstances that are at times completely uncontrollable. A stunning poem. Momma didn’t cry
i remember momma momma was a strong woman and Daddy was the Apple of Her Eye and so was i Momma was always smiling Momma didn’t cry
i remember when Daddy lost his job something about cutbacks Daddy took to drinking and hanging out cussing and fussing about every little thing momma didn’t cry
Daddy finally left Momma kept his picture by the bed i wished he was dead Momma kissed him goodbye every night Momma didn’t cry
Then came that call my wish came true Daddy was killed in a bar Room Brawl i Balled and i Brawled and i called Daddy’s name every night damn that Bar Room Fight Momma didn’t cry
Times were hard we struggled to get along before long we had to leave our home we went to Daddy’s Momma’s house there were so many rules and the schools were different as was the people yes times were hard Momma didn’t cry
Momma was working two jobs both had something to do with her on her knees i prayed hard every night and i said God Please bring my Daddy and my Momma back home to me i don’t think God paid attention to my pleas from my knees Momma prayed too but Momma didn’t cry
and then one day Momma came home early i asked her what was wrong Momma began to sing you know that song “we shall overcome” i didn’t want to hear it i was still mad as hell no damn song could quell my anger Momma smiled but Momma didn’t cry
Grammy was always complaining about something or other it seemed that she blamed Momma for Daddy’s dying i always had an anger for Grammy that left me crying and Grammy knew the truth she was just denying it shit why i ask Momma would just hold me in her bosom and rock but Momma didn’t cry
and one day i saw a piece of paper next to Daddy’s picture by the head of Momma’s bed and it was a letter from Momma to Daddy it said see you soon honey i understand and i forgive you
i have never cried for you because i knew that the day would come and we would be together again and in my heart i was happy for that and now that i have my ticket home i still will not cry unless it is for the joy
my only worry is for our girl but she is 16 now and i know somehow she will understand that life is what it is and all the times i never cried was because inside i was dying of this disease
CANCER
and my prayers to God were “Please do not let our little girl see me cry”, i prayed that she would be strong so i taught her that song “we shall overcome”
and that’s how i remember my Momma
Momma didn’t cry . . .
© 21 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.     03 First Spring Day.mp3   | a word from LauraSue . . .
This month I would like to celebrate the women who gave us life, our mothers. I also included poems of the mother/child relationship. I personally had a strained relationship with my mother who has now passed on. I will always love and respect her for the very fact that she birth me and gave me a chance to enjoy this wild ride I call my life. I am also a mother and that relationship has been complicated but blessed. I just want to wish all the beautiful ladies a blessed and beautiful Mothers Day. Thank You LauraSue 
Featured Poetry  Jamie Bond has written a powerful poem of how fiercely some mothers fight to show their children the honest truths of life and to impress upon them how important it is to live right. We all just want our children to be the best human beings that they can possibly be and to follow their own dreams. All we can do is pray for our children and give them the confidence to be up-standing young people to make us proud but most of all encourage them to be proud of their own choices. This is a very empowering poem written from the heart. GRRRRR OATH
My Lil mans' growin up he's gettin too big for his britches told em... LIFE requires you know a few things keep it movin on bitches learn CPR for snitches remember that our ancestors picked cotton so don't be a slave to it too often
know your place and don't let others speed in yo lane the rest are just lessons that you should learn fast play tha game but don't be the game gettin played
you're an explanation point not a question mark stay good at math and estimate fast how far you can swim wit a pack of sharks in Brick City you got to go from pollywog to SHARK in a matter of minuets watch yo ass but don't wash it wit em in tha river once you burn those bridges!!
Son... stay blessed if there's an on and off button don't be stressed your education and money made already can not be repossessed last but not least ya destiny aint on lease be a beast yo parents weren't having it in tha least!!
~~ Jamie Bond ♥  Elizabeth Castillo has painted a most beautiful portrait with her words. As I read her poem I can see the scene unfolding before my eyes of a devoted mother tenderly holding her baby with her heart afire with the warmest love imaginable, a mother’s love. You can feel the bond growing deeper as you read on through the poem. The imagery is just breathtaking. Then at the close of this elegy we read of a grateful child who realizes the how extremely blessed they were to have such a magnificent woman to raise them. This poem is the embodiment of the amazing relationship between a dedicated mother and an adoring child. Just an awe-inspiring write. The Hand That Rocked My Cradle
Picture this, a mother and her adorable baby With the setting sun at the background She holds the tiniest hands as tears fall on her cheeks Expressing the love for her child Overflowing through the deepest core of her heart. The velvety sky with tinges of orange, yellow at the far horizon Mixes with the blue crystal-clear waters Small waves dancing as if swaying to the rhythm of the mother and child's moment As her feet touches the fine warm, white sand by the shore. The mother's face is likened to that of a beautiful full moon in all its glory Beaming brightly with each smile of her little angel wrapped in her arms Oh, what a scene to see, a masterpiece can be created In a single second captured by either a great artist's hand or through a photographer’s nice shot. Once, the baby grows up and see's this scene, she'll reminisce and utter "This is the hand that rocked my cradle, what a wondrous experience it is to be born With her as my mother, a beautiful creation of God, I need not ask for more She has given me the best things in life and showered me with enormous love."
© 2010 Elizabeth E. Castillo  Janet Caldwell’s poem captures the intimate relationship between a child and mother. We strive to give our children the best and have them believe we are super-beings when in reality we are all just human beings. Our lives become over-complicated and our relationships with our children become interweaved where the clear lines of our defined rolls become clouded. The bond between mother and child can become extremely complex and Janet expresses the emotions of this connection with such a personal and graceful manner.
Mother and Daughter
Sitting in my cluttered room, I wanted to give her a photograph In the early morning chill, I visited her. She blanketed and scarved me. Camera in hand she captured life I watched in wonder, proud to be her Mother. Me, like an awkward child, following her Vignettes, with a thousand stories Confidence looming, she beams a certain light. This amazing woman, my love, my daughter. Thank you, Summer Elizabeth, I wanted to give you a photograph, with pearls. Instead, you gave one to me.
© Janet Caldwell January 09, 2012
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