My Mom - My best Friend
My friend was there from the day she screamed,
"Help, help, get her out of me!"
She changed the diapers, spread the bed
Although I put pressure on her head.
She was there through the good and through the bad
My first heartbreak, now that was sad.
Heartaches and pain, through the storms and through the rain
I know you can relate
Moms are the best, aren't they?
- Kristyn Sewell, 9
A strong woman,
A married woman,
A black woman,
A Jamaican woman,
A woman with many trades,
A heart of gold, a lover of children,
The birth facilitator of my brothers, sisters and yours truly.
A humble being, a loving being,
The simplest one you can find,
Experienced in household management,
Experienced in the production of good children,
Loved by her husband,
Loved by her offspring.
A survivor, a fighter,
A financial manager,
A woman of great worth,
A woman with many stories,
Always there for her children,
Always seeking a better and cheaper way,
Aged but young at heart,
Serious but knows how to make you laugh.
I love this woman,
I am happy when she is happy,
I am sad when she is sad,
She knows me more than anyone,
No other woman can take her place,
She is my best friend,
She is my favourite sister,
She is my favourite aunt,
She is as real as you can get.
This woman knows how to pray,
This woman will never make you go astray.
A god-fearing woman,
A woman with vision,
A woman with soul,
I came from her womb,
I am flesh of her flesh,
I am blood of her blood,
This woman, a phenomenal woman,
This woman is my mother.
- Erika N. Heslop Martin
Memoirs of mom
From the cradle to
Eating at the table, I'll always remember mom.
I was tender aged,
too young to know what's right and what's wrong,
she helped to protect me from all harm.
Month end visits to fast food restaurants,
we would sit as a family, having dinner in the town.
From conception I was brought to church.
This solidified my foundation for worship on Earth.
Weekdays review of my schoolwork and 'Homework book',
I was given questions by mom in a 'quiz book'.
Which helped me understand
the importance of study and academic excellence.
Sacrificing time and energy, all for me.
And for her, I still laugh with glee.
Grateful for all she's done,
for without her I wouldn't have life
My mom, a strong, black stalwart of Christ.
- Melissa-Ann Campbell
She is a black woman
She was a poor woman
She was a hard working woman
She was a trying woman
She was a good woman
She was a kind woman
But it was the lack of ideas that
could ease the pain of the poorness
that had her bound from birth
She was a pleasant woman
She was a determined woman
She became a sickly woman
But she was a hard working
My mother, my mother
Committed to the family she had
The cutlass was her pen
The basket was her crown
Through the mud she
Through the bushes that were
covered with the night dew
As she walked her skirt soaking
But she slowly and with determination
My mother, my mother
Back-bending tasks from
day to day
She had never wished to go away
She gently put them through
With a wooden tub on her head
A scrubbing board in her hand
The riverside was her destiny
The spirit of meekness captures
her features as she boldly stepped with gently strides
She became a sickly woman
She was a determined woman
She was a foolish woman
My heart aches for my mother
Because I now understand
- V. O. Ricketts
A Mother's Delight
Joyous giggles erupted punctuated the air
Exciting chuckles permeated the atmosphere
Angelic face wreathed in smiles
Her chubby legs wriggled in exuberance
Tiny hands grasped wildly
for what was not there
Torrents of emotions soared within
illuminating my heart, my soul
Exploded in adoration, overflowed in pride
Smile, laughter, emanated
As together we played
Tranquil, calm, how peaceful she seem
An alluring beauty; I beamed
So lovable, so serene
This amazing, delightful child of mine.
Cuddled, in my arms, it was like yesterday
you could only lay and play
Oh! How awesome, wonderful
As you stooped, giggled, ignored all
and stated to crawl
Then on wobbling, tottering tiny feet you stood
Trying to balance, and then you fall
My happiness, contain I cannot
My baby is now a tiny tot
Your agility, wit amuses me a lot
My love for you is at the utmost top
Nurturing you forever until my heartbeat stops
My delightful bundle of joy,
None of your kind
This child of mine
Mother, you are wonderful.
A marvellous member of the family of God,
That's who you are.
Like lilies in the garden, you beautify our lives.
You are a blessing.
You are an inspiration.
From the very beginning you loved me and nurtured me.
You protected me instinctively.
For nine long months you kept me warm inside of you.
For nine long months you told me all your secrets.
For nine long months you gave me your all.
Mother, you are beautiful.
You are kind.
I love you for loving me.
My love for you extends beyond outer space.
My love for you shines brighter than the stars at night.
My love for you cannot be extinguished.
Mother, you are strong.
You have endured so much for me.
You have moulded and shaped me into who I am today.
You are my super woman, my wonder woman,
My guardian angel.
You are the essence of my strength.
Mother, you are great.
I admire you.
I appreciate you more and more each second,
Each minute and each hour of every day.
For everything that you have done for me,
You never asked me to pay.
You are the cherry on my pie.
You are the sugar in my lemonade.
For you I am grateful.
You are the butter on my bread,
And the ketchup on my chicken.
But, on you I would never put any form of tax.
You are important, you are needed, you are essential.
You are significant to my existence.
Like salt, you are the flavour of my life.
Mother, I am forever yours.
You are forever mine.
You are always in my heart.
In my success and happiness, you have played your part.
I celebrate you.
I dedicate my love to you.
Mother, from the core of my heart,
I declare my love to you.
Oh mother, dear mother, I love you.
- Erika Heslop Martin
"Ewana" or any derivative
truly it is in the pages of the Gleaner that life unfolds
her picture recently retrieved by the Gleaner archives
made my day, my smile, made my sister cry
beheld by her beauty at 20
Mom we still "loving you" beyond "70"
The Media like the Gleaner must be praised
for being the mediator, the fourth estate when
all other intervention fails
for documenting the lives of a people, in page, print
digital form, arguments, counter statements pictures
that give form history meaning, A kind of Mother of print...
thou faded print and pixels blur
the "carbon image" is something that her greatgrand children
and those follow can touch feel and enlarge
and who knows with advancing technology experience a piece of
her life at moment in ways we do not yet know of today
they say you love a man, the way you love your mother
her picture says it is okay to be obsessed with her beauty
her unique copy of a person, I don't have that person
but this picture out of the womb of the North Street giant
makes me understand why my Mother so loved the Gleaner with
her article "Me and Me Gleaner" documented in the library
at the Centre for Latin America and Caribbean Studies,
York University, Ontario Canada
I touch the newspaper clippings
of her writings, year after year throughout the years published
by the Gleaner, anecdotes, marriage announcements, births
even in those simple prints
thanks to the Editors, past and present who make possible
preservation giving a voice and a face
and to the Gleaner for giving my Mother that space
a picture is worth much more than a "thousand words"
I'd rather have the "PERSON" but life sometimes removes them,
but a PICTURE you can take everywhere!
- Helen-Ann Elizabeth Wilkinson