Ganadora del concurso de Poesía a la Madre

Felicitamos nuevamente a todas las madres, a este ser tan querido y esencial en nuestras vidas.

El concurso de Poesía fue  un éxito y recibimos poemas increíbles que quedamos conmovidos  al leer como la gente expresa sus emociones de una forma tan bella.

En nuestros principales blogs en ingles, polaco, francés, alemán y portugués recibimos varios emails y posts con poemas. Fue muy difícil seleccionar un solo ganador  y a pesar que solo haya uno solo, reconocemos el gran trabajo  poético de todos ustedes.

La persona premiada  es la señora Hariette Drayton. Ella escribió unaoda muy bella a su madre. Es admirable la facilidad de su tono y el rigor al esbozar el efecto del tiempo sobre las propiedades físicas y su incapacidad para penetrar en el impresionante firme vínculo maternal emocional. Mucha felicidades a ella y su madre recibirá un bello ramo de flores por parte de MyHeritage. A continuación su bello poema:

C’mon you can do it take mommy’s hand

You encouraged with a smile, though they could yet barely stand

with patience and love you encouraged each day and with that first step they were well on the way.

You nurtured tummy aches, tantrums and a sore, runny nose and time was a fleeting. …like the wind that blows

at first, one little friend….before long, two suddenly, opinions…decisions..not listening to you

But you loved them…spoiled them…pretended to be mad …sometimes you even promised, not to tell dad

And as the wind blew it captured time on its wings And before you knew it…. Weird… strange things

The hair… music ….too much time at the mall and for mom….hardly…………………. time at all

And as the wind of time had its own way You watched them grow stronger, taller and wiser each day

They made decisions. ….some bad….some good But the ticking of the clock signaled….their adulthood

And as the wind blew…the clock did chime And in all of this…………….. passing of time

You never noticed…..your place held by another He’d make a good dad… she’d make a good mother

You passed the torch of a nurturing heart ..a new cycle of life…….a brand new start

And as the wind did blow….the cycle did repeat And before you stood……………… two wobbly lil feet

C’mon you can do it …take granny’s hand You encouraged with a smile…though they could yet barely stand

Harryette Drayton 2010 copyright