Moms and Mermaids

Happy Mother’s Day to all the great moms out there…

Boat moms, Baseball/Softball + all Sport moms, New mothers, Step-mothers, Godmothers… Aunts, Abuelas/Grammies, too. Thank you for all you do.

From our Travel-School world, we have collected a few of our favorite poems in your honor –

The Dream Keeper by Langston Hughes

Bring me all your dreams

You dreamers,

Bring me all of your

Heart melodies

That I may wrap them

In a blue cloud-cloth

Away from the too-rough fingers

Of the world.

Mama is a sunrise by Evelyn Tooley Hunt

When she comes slip-footing through the door,

  she kindles us

  like lump coal lighted,

  and we wake up glowing.

She puts a spark even in Papa’s eyes

and turns out all our darkness.

When she comes sweet-talking in the room,

   she warms us

   like grits and gravy,

   and we rise up shining.

Even at night-time Mama is a sunrise

that promises tomorrow and tomorrow.

Loving our children comes hand in hand with respecting and appreciating ourselves. Having children connects us with our inner-awkward and also gives us insight as to what our parents probably went through at various stages of our infant/toddler/teen/young adult lives. 

This poem by Derek Walcott speaks to the importance of self-love, beautifully:

Love After Love  by Derek Walcott

The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

Moms make our homes, homey;
our beds cozy-warm,
our favorite meals on our birthdays
and our favorite kind of cake.
Snacks and drinks and
first-aid kits are always
at the ready.
Moms have a way
of making us feel good.
At least that is what I know.
My Mother by Valerie Worth
My mother
Wasn’t like
Some others.
She didn’t
Make cakes or
Candied apples;
She sat down
Beside her
Sewing basket
And stayed
Up late
Reading poetry.
Family by Sophia Rey
Protecting, Loving
Forgiving, Realizing, Wonky
Outgoing, Creative, Wonderfully Embarrassing
Understanding, Hard-working, Whole
Letting go
 The Dalai Lama says that happiness involves two key factors: having a purpose and helping others. Are we surprised his theory describes the core operating system of every mom, ever?
Have the ability
to Create worlds:
Artful and adventurous;
Free and fun,
yet also 
Maggie and Milly and Molly and May by e.e. cummings
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she could’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.
Mermaids by Walter de la Mare
Leagues, leagues over
The sea I sail
Couched on a wallowing
Dolphin’s tale;
The sky is on fire
The waves a-sheen;
I dabble my foot
In the billows green.
In a sea-weed hat
On the rocks I sit
Where tern and sea-mew
Glide and beat,
Where dark shadows
The cormorants meet.
In caverns cool
When the tide’s a-wash
I sound my conch
To the watery splash.
From out their grottoes
At evening’s beam
The mermaids swim
With locks agleam.
To where I watch
On the yellow sands;
And they pluck sweet music
With sea-cold hands.
They bring me coral
And amber clear;
But when the stars
In heaven appear
Their music ceases,
They glide away,
And swim to their grottoes
Across the bay.
Then listen only
To my shrill tune,
The surfy tide,
And the wandering moon.
Don’t you love
when your mom
signs you up
for something 
you exactly do not want to do,
and then
you end up
loving that thing? 

Where I’m From by Lynne Rey
I’m from pancakes and sausages
hot, homemade bread
fresh from the oven.
I’m from solid ground
and opportunity
and girls can do anything boys can do.
I’m from “work hard
and you will achieve;
Though I’m from abundance,
I’m not from wealthy.
I’m not from snobbery or jack-assedness.
I married healthy, whole grains,
fresh fruit and the sea
Our love is from respect, friendship, balance.
He shows me new lands
and holds my hand
if I’m not sure.
Our children are from
hot, homemade pancakes
and fresh fruit salad.
Our world is abundant
in whole-heart adventure,
and radical joy.
And hand-holding
when we’re
not sure.
To Carol and Lisa and Debbie – Thank you for your support and love.
& Grandma Hagedorn – We miss you.
For Amy, Cece, Carrie and Cat– Our role models and super-moms of the best kids we know. 
Happy Mother’s Day

Ref: Poetry in this post are either in the public domain or are part of my private anthology. 
The Dream Keeper by Langston Hughes, Mermaids by Walter de la Mare, Family by Sophia Rey, Maggie and Milly and Molly and May by e.e. cummings, Mama is a sunrise by Evelyn Tooley Hunt, Where I’m From by Lynne Rey, and My Mother by Valerie Worth.
Love After Love  by Derek Walcott came to me from a dear friend (Rachel Balaban): COLLECTED POEMS 1948-1984 by Derek Walcott. 
Dalai Lama Quote from:
 *Oil Paintings by Lynne Rey

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