spooky's mom

spooky's mom
some poems for you-from spook

I WANTED TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME BUT I DIDNT KNOW HOW ....SO HERES SOME POEMS/STORIES FOR YOU I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE.

WHEN GOD MADE MOTHERS
When the good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day
of overtime, when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of
fiddling around on this one." And the Lord said, "Have you read the
spec on this one? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic;
have 180 moveable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and
leftovers; have a lap that disappears when she stands up; a kiss that
can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair; and
six pair of hands." The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six
pairs of hands...no way." "It's not the hands that are causing me problems,"
said the Lord. “It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. The Lord nodded. "One
pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids
doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here, in the back of her
head that sees what she shouldn't, but what she has to know, and of
course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up
and say, 'I understand and I love you,' without so much as uttering a word."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, "Rest for now.
Tomorrow...." "I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating
something close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when
she is sick, can feed a family of six on one pound ofhamburger, and
can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of the mother very slowly. "She's too soft," she sighed.
“But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what the
mother can do or endure." "Can she think?" "Not only think, but she
can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you, you were trying to put
too much into this model." "It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?" "It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain,
loneliness and pride."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
"The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there."
WHO ELSE BUT A MOTHER
Who first loves and nurtures us and takes care of every need,
as she accepts into her life someone new to bathe and feed?
Who brags about accomplishments; first teeth...first sounds...first smile
and makes every little thing that's done seem important and worthwhile?
Who’s been known to, after dark enter a room and slowly creep
to bend and kiss the forehead of a child fast asleep?
Who holds a hand while crossing as she thoughtfully conveys
a reminder to her child that he should always "look both ways?"
Who wipes peanut butter off a cheek and crayon off the wall
and knots an untied shoelace to avoid a likely fall?
Who watches the swift passing of childhood years that she will mourn,
and remembers every small detail about the day that child was born?
Who works the longest hours without a vacation...or a check,
but accepts her payment in the form of a hug around her neck?
Who never stops believing even when others are in doubt
and defends the fact her child was "safe" when the umpire calls him out!?
Who senses things just aren’t right and with the palm of her hand decrees
by placing it on her child’s brow... the fever’s 101 degrees?
Who shares life’s disappointments and feels the pain of all the bruises
and delights in her child’s winnings, but offers solace when he loses?
Who realizes as the years pass by... the further her child will roam
and who stays up late with worry when that child isn’t home?
Who tries to shield and protect by showing courage...staying strong;
trying to set a good example while her heart is breaking all along?
Who acts as a private tutor as the years fall in succession
by taking each opportunity to teach life’s every lesson?
Who listens with her heart even when her child is grown
and understands the feelings that she once herself, had known?
Who saved old cards and letters and kept pictures on the shelves
and offered unconditional love so we could learn to love, ourselves?
This poem describes one person; a woman unlike any other,
for who could possess that level of love...
Who Else, But A Mother?
DEAR KIDS,
Don't be alarmed, the world isn't coming to an end. I am simply taking a bath. It will take about 30 minutes and will involve soap and water. Yes, I know how to swim. Even if I didn't, forcing myself to drown in a half-inch of lukewarm water is more work than I've got energy for. (Which reminds me, I'm all for science projects, but the next time you want to see if Play-Doh floats, use cold water.)
Don't panic if I'm not out right on time. I've heard that people don't dissolve in water and I'd like to test the theory. While I'm in the tub, I'd like you to remember a few things, the large slab of wood between us is called a door. Do not bang to hear my
voice. I promise that even though you can't see me, I am on the other side. I'm not digging an escape tunnel and running for the border, no matter what I said a while ago, I didn't mean it.
Honest.
There will be plenty of time later to tell me about your day. Later means at a time when I am no longer naked, wet, and contemplating bubble gum in the blow dryer. I know you have important things to tell me. Please let one of them be that you have invented a new way to blow bubbles, not a new way to add gum to your hair.
Believe it or not, shouting, "TELEPHONE!" through the closed bathroom door will not make the phone stop ringing. Answer it and take a message. Since Amazing Mind-Reading Mom has the day off, you'll need to write that message down. Use paper and a pencil. Do not use your brother and the laundry marker. We can't send him to school with telephone-number tattoos.
Water makes me wet, not deaf. I can still tell the difference between the sound of "nothing" and the sound of a child playing the piano with a basketball. I can also hear you tattling at the top of your lungs. I'm choosing not to answer you.
Don't call your dad at work and tell him I am unconscious in the
bathroom. He didn't appreciate it last time. He won't appreciate it this time. Trust me.
No matter how much I would like it, water does not make me forgetful. I remember who you are and why you are grounded. No, you can't go to Shelby's house to play. No, you can't go to Shelby's house to use the bathroom.
If someone is in our other bathroom, you will just have to think dry thoughts and wait. Unless you have four feet and a tail, do not think of going outside to "water" the lawn. I know the dog does it. The neighbors don't feel the need to call me when the dog does it.
Unless the house catches on fire, stay inside and keep the doors
locked. Do not go outside and throw rocks at the bathroom window to get my attention. I know it works in the movies. This is reality, the place where people don't like to sit in a tub while rocks and broken glass rain in on them.
Do not set the house on fire. Call me if there is an emergency.
Emergencies are:
1. Dad has fallen off the roof.
2. Your brother and/or sister is bleeding.
3. There's a red fire truck in front of our house.
Emergencies are not:
1. Dad has fallen asleep.
2. Someone on TV is bleeding.
3. There's a red pickup truck in front of our house.
One other thing: Being forced to use the last roll of toilet paper for a towel does not make me happy. It makes me sticky with little white polka dots. In the future, when anything in the bathroom overflows, use a mop to clean up the water instead of
every towel in the house. For my sanity's sake, let's pretend it was the tub, O.K.?
No, I don't want to hear the real story.
Ever.
Especially not while I'm standing in the pool of water you missed.
(P.S. All Play-Doh experiments are canceled.)
Be good. Entertain yourselves. Yes, you can do both at the same time. Try coloring, playing a game, or paying that stack of bills on the coffee table.
I'll be out soon. Maybe.
Love, Mom

~....ITS NEARLY THE NEW YEAR TO 2005 AS YOU KNOW I STILL WONT BE THERE WITH YOU AND AJ AT THAT TIME BUT IVE COUNTED HOW MANY DAYS IT COULD BE UNTIL THE TIME I BE THERE AND THATS 150 DAYS OR ABOUT 20 WEEKS - DOESNT SEEM LIKE LONG BUT IF WE TAKE ONE DAY AT A TIME IT SHOULD ALL FLY BY....~

Mom, for all these months
I'm sure you've had
a heart full of hopes and dreams
and special longings of your own.
And you've always listened and shared
my dreams, my wishes, and my heartaches
as if they were the only ones in the world...
That takes a lot of love, Mom
I understand that now
and I hope you realize
how much I thank you...
how much I love you...
and how much I wish you happiness.
~....WELL THATS ALL THE POEMS N STUFF FOR NOW. HOPE YOU LIKED THEM. YOU ARE MY REAL MOM THERES NO DOUBT ABOUT THAT.
I WISH YOU ALL THE LUCK IN THE WORLD FOR 2005 AND MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE....I LOVE YOU LOADS MOM.....FROM SPO0K XXXX....~