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Diaper
by Roger W Hancock
Diaper chore falls to yore.
Father says,“Mother dear
Full of cheer
Diaper filled with dip”
Mother says, “Father dear,
Get off your rear!
Is it filled with lead?”
Father says, “Mother dear,
Your skill is so very clear,
Time for me to go to bed.”
Diaper fresh by baby’s flesh,
Mother’s love so dear!
Copyright March 7, 2004 Roger W Hancock
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Created for Us
by Roger W
Hancock
Oh little one please smile,
let your dark eyes brighten.
Tears that roll past your nose,
now can dry, for you I love.
Too young to understand,
time to bring you to my side.
To this family you were designed,
it was you that we selected.
Our discipline may seem tough,
with love we care for you.
You will wonder, we understand,
the ones that gave you life.
Whatever reason may they have,
loving you, they gave you up.
Now you’re ours, we thank God,
who created you for us.
Copyright 11-28-03 Roger W Hancock
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by Roger W Hancock
Love’s
first embrace,
To
teach, pass on;
Unceasing
prayer,
That
I not stray.
The
hurt I cause,
Cannot
break the ties,
Built
when just a babe.
Love
passed out,
Without
condition,
Through
love’s tears,
To
wash her pain.
Her
trust in God,
When
I do not,
Restrains
me,
In
God’s sight.
Mother’s
fervent prayer,
God’s
Son shines,
Life
on mother’s child.
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Strained
Yet Stronger Love
by Roger W Hancock
Our
family may not have been so close.
We
chipped each other’s shoulders.
You
caused me pain unjustified.
I
caused you pain when I rebelled.
Though
time would pass I still would visit
I
never have forsaken you,
I
come around even more these days,
Than
those that now are passed.
Even
though we built a barrier
The
bond is greater still.
Standing
stronger yet this day,
Bonding
love ‘tween mother, son,
Shall
never fade away.
Ó
Copyright
May 2, 2004 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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by Roger W Hancock
Cradled
close to mother’s breast,
nourishment
of food with love.
Sweet
voice . . . oh so soft,
Calms
the fears of childhood.
Gentle
touch of mother’s love,
Nurtures
. . . child’s heart.
Mother,
closest friend, the first,
Kindles
young ones trust.
Caring
touch of kiss to heal,
Hurt
of scratch and bruise.
Scolding
when protection needed . . .
Love’s
. . . tough . . . embrace.
Mother’s
arms around enwrap;
Hugs
enforce the bonds.
Expressed
love proclaimed,
Lesser
as years grow past.
Maturity
shy in adolescence,
Mother
knows to wait it out,
Knowing
we will learn so soon,
Wisdom
she tried to share.
Still
in love advice to give,
To
save us from hard times of life.
Mother’s
been there, then and now,
When
the need arise.
If
not recent . . . love expressed,
I
love you, Mom, this day.
Ó
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April 21, 2004 Roger W Hancock www.PoetPatriot.com
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Miscarried Love
by Roger W Hancock
The loss of child, short life lived,
worse than pain of miscarriage?
Does mother not talk and caress,
The baby within her belly?
The plans, anticipation, then…
Unrealized reality of future dreams?
Tears of loss freely flow,
Facial features moistened, sad.
Mother’s love, father’s pride,
Grows as baby forms in womb.
Does dad not hug, the child within,
Wrapping arms ‘round mother’s belly?
Selecting names from dad’s pride,
From mother’s love, gently label.
Caressing belly, baby’s kicks,
Loving greatly child within.
Little children, teenage rebellions,
Remind of one who never was, but loved.
Remembrance remains, pierce the years,
Loving baby’s lifeless face, still see.
Years pass by, tears roll on,
Wondering what would have been.
Following in a parent’s footsteps,
Had the lifeless child lived?
Cannot convince the parent’s loss,
When pain remains for years.
© June 21, 2005 Roger W Hancock
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