Mother's Day Challenge

OK, here's the challenge:

Write a poem as the mother of someone famous or as the child of a famous woman. (past or present as long as they are well known)

Examples:

Eve writing to Cain/Abel/everyone (or one of them writing to/about her)

George Washington's mother writing to him or us
(or him writing to/about her)

Susan B. Anthony's child writing to or about her

Rules:
1. No hate poems
2. No profanity
3. Must be your own work
4. Max of two poems per person (one as mother one as child)
5. Challenge will end on Mother's Day, May 14

Judging will be done by everyone. I will post judging procedure when challenge is over.

Have fun!!!

:S mothers day huh? thats already gone hasn't it? Or is it only in the UK that we have already celebrated it :S
I will take part though!!!! Sounds good!

sounds like fun, i will write a poem once i have the time!

~Jacklyn

I never realized that Mother's Day was different in the UK. It is May 14 in the US this year (always the second Sunday in May)

Great poems so far! I knew you two would come through!!!

wow kristen, i am so moved to see a poem about gandhiji...im from india, and it feels good that everyone thinks well of him and india :)

Dear Mr President
(A word from Barbara Bush)

Hello Son, on this summer day
I'd like for you to listen
to what I have to say.

It's hard, so many lives are lost
must I give reminders
to what this war has cost?

The prices, in a time of luxury
should the people pay
for things that once were free?

The people, who's barely scraping by
can't pay for gasoline
so they can't afford to drive.

And why Son, you cut back on education
the children you're denying
are our only true salvation.

And Son, tonight before you sleep
think of all the children
who are living in the streets.

Their sorrow, their lives filled with despair
remember they have mothers
in this world somewhere.

Dear Son, one more thing before I close
Please Son, do this first
bring our soldiers home.

The war, it's gone on much too long
the only way to stop now
a decision that was wrong.

Oh Son, for this I humbly pray
and give their mother's reason
to celebrate today.

~From George W Bush's Mother~

We're Watching Over You

Hi Mom it's me Noah
way up here in heaven
The last time you saw me
I was only seven

That was five years ago
I still don't understand
Why my siblings and I
had to die at your hands

I'm glad they don't remember
that scary June day
but I just can't forget
Mom, I was so afraid

You were not the same
something was really wrong
Where was the Mommy
that always sang me songs

She was gone so
I tried to run away
But I got caught and
went to heaven that day

My brother's were waiting for me
with our little sister Mary
We were all very brave
and it was no longer scary

Now we live together
safe within God's home
Watching over you every day
so you won't feel all alone.

There's just one last thing
that I really need to say
We love and miss you very much
Happy Mother's Day.

*Written from the perspection of Noah Yates to his mother Andrea Yates who systematically drowned her five children from youngest to oldest.

Here's a link to an article about it:
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/special/drownings/949223.html

Billy my boy you did us proud
though did you have to be so
well loud
and really son to curse so much
and the things you say about the church
and the stories bout ths drugs you had
the girls, the porn
it makes us sad

We raised you son to be a preacher
and you are, of Satan
according to your teachers
but we love you son drugs and all
you heard the voice and answered the call.

[About the late and great Bill Hicks]

~What Sunday's Paper Read~

Mom, I hope you're proud of me,
even though I lay here dead.
I'm sorry that you had to see,
what Sunday's paper read.

"Six American soldiers found dead,
as the result of a roadside bomb."
I know you said I should have stayed,
but either way I would have gone.

Now, that I look back on things,
I realize that I did wrong.
I wish I could have realized it,
before my funeral song.

I found out while in battle,
that the war had little reason.
The bullies against the nerds,
not God against the heathens.

Iraq, was like a movie,
where you can't believe the scenes.
America truly was the enemy,
"the ruiners of dreams."

Just another pointless war,
that the U.S. "had" to fight.
Instead of listening to George,
I should have done what was right.

Now, I lay here motionless,
listening to the priest.
Remembering how life was,
before I was deceased.

~Sean Dohr~

My Dear Franklin

In times of deep depression
A county in a need of hope
you were there to be strong
though your legs were brittle

Providing spirits with life
taking action to open hope
My son, you saved a country
from remaining so greatly low

A mother couldn’t be so proud
to say her son helped and loved
making a difference to the world
bring back a stronger country

~ Franklin D. Roosevelt from his mom, they had an intresting relationship from what i breifly read. if she never said anything to him about his efforts in the great depression i hope that maybe she had thought of what he's done.

http://www.nps.gov/elro/glossary/roosevelt-sara-delano.htm

OK... Let's go ahead and vote.. I don't think anyone else is going to submit a poem.

Anyone can vote... just send me an email through my profile and tell me whose poem you liked best.

You may also vote if you posted a poem (just don't vote for your own!)

Thanks,
~Ann

Sent mine too...