Magdalene Is My Mother's Name
Posted: Tuesday, May 05, 2009
by Nenita Wells
I saw an angel today,
Her face is sculptured and gay,
She gave me her reassuring smile.
I went back to sleep and stayed awhile.
I was hoping I will see her again,
In the recesses of my brain,
So that I can meet her again
Even just in my dream.
The face I often see
Was so loving and carefree
She often said this with glee
"You are a good daughter to me."
Melancholic feelings I am afraid
Wishing she could have stayed
A little bit longer as we prayed
She said goodbye and we parted.
She took care of eight children.
Affection, attention, devotion freely given,
Her love for us was never hidden.
She is my mother, her name is Magdalene.
To me she is an angel,
My guidance and counsel
Things she taught me will stay
Made me what I am today.
By Nenita Wells
The author's mother passed away in June 1998. She taught the author how to sew at the age of seven, she was an excellent dressmaker. She told the author, "Dressmaking needs materials, preparation, artistic ability, creativity and patience. If you have all these, you can become good at what you do."
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The author was born in one of the 7,100 islands in the Philippines, in Leyte where the famous American five-star general, Douglas MacArthur landed during WWII. She is one of eight children, and she has thirty-five nieces and nephews. She was raised by her parents to be a good Christian. Attended public school both in Elementary and High School in the Philippines. She went to college under the work and study program, earned her bachelor's degree with honors and her first paid full-time job was as secretary to the High School Principal, her first boss was a Benedictine Sister from Germany who was the Administrator of the Catholic school. She lived in New York City from 1977 to 2004 and now lives in Providence, Rhode Island. She loves to read and write poetry.
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More commentsNenita,Sounds like a Proverb's 31 mom. It takes a very special mom to raise eight children. Thank you for sharing with us.Love and blessings,MichelleHi Michelle."...In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers..."Thank you for reading my poem and for your comments, this means a lot to me.Have a wonderful day!Best regards,Nenita
What a lovely tribute to your mother. Isn't it wonderful when you do meet your mother in a dream?No one ever fills the void when your mother leaves. It's good to know you will see her again.Dear Grammy Guru,Thank you for commenting and reading my poem.Mothers are very special people...and grandmothers, too.Have a good day.Best regards,Nenita
Great article. Well done.What a woman, eight children. Most mothers find three children a crowd.My gran was one of 12 the eldest and youngest have almost twenty years between them.Thank you Connor for commenting and reading my poem.I don't know how my mother did it, raising eight children, but she did wonderfully. My oldest sister, Dulce was born in 1936 and my youngest sister, Anita was born in 1960, 24 years between them. Your grandma is one of 12. Amazing. Thanks for sharing.Thanks again.Your fan,Nenita
Hi! SisYes, you made a great poem to our mother. Im too very happy and grateful to have a mother, who are so very kind, loving, who have a big patience to take care us (8 children). It also reminds me, when I got pregnant that she almost cry talking to me how it happened. If I had a problem, she is there to comfort me and give me an advice what to do. Its just sad that she was not around anymore that we are here in America, and we visited her sister in California on her 84th birthday. She must be very happy, but I know that she did happy because she is with us anyway.I missed her very much and she is always in our heart.Thank you for sharing this good poem, keep a good work and more power to you.Your sis,AnitaThank you sis for a warm comment on my poem. This is one of the ways I can express my longing for her. She is terribly missed by all of us. I want the world to know that she did a wonderful job raising us and we grew up to become God-fearing and good persons. I am glad you enjoyed my poem and my tribute to our mother.Thanks again sis and have a wonderful, happy Mother's Day to you.with love and prayers,Nenita
Your poem is beautiful Nenita. Your mother truly sounds like an angel. How blessed you are to have had such a wonderful mother. Thanks for sharing this tribute to her.Thank you Brianna. Your warm and kind words are greatly appreciated. I am glad that you enjoyed my poem. Yes, my mother is like an angel and she is terribly missed.May your day be filled with joy and laughter.Your fan,Nenita
Nice story--thanks--you were lucky to have her!Hi Steve.Thak you for commenting and reading my poem. I appreciate it.Have a wonderful day.Nenita
Nenita,This is a heartwarming write, and a special tribute for your Mother. Thanks for sharing this with us.Hi Ronyae.Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. Your warm and kind words meant a lot to me.Best regards,Nenita
yes indeed a very nice Poem!....i know Mama is very happy.. wala nang ibang lola na hihigit pa.Sana naabot nina Hea, Zeny, Sheena and others para malaman nila na gaano sya kabait, mapagmahal, maaruga, at religious na LOLA.Hi Jude.Thank you for your comment and for appreciating my poem. It is always good to hear from you.God bless.Tita Nenita
well, perfect again... gee.. how u do that? Wish our ancestors could see it. I also miss your Mama. My Grandma also had taught us lots of things. Sometimes, I see them in my dreams. Both of them with Grandpa. Just smiling back. Not saying a word. Wish the dream had been longer.Hi Norman.Thank you for your warm and kind words, it means a lot to me. Yes, she is truly missed.Best regards to you and yours.Nenita
wow, nenita this is a very beautiful poem of your mom, my auntie, oh how i miss her...you describe her in a way she has made you , her daughter, a very patient, loving,and caring person you are. love your poem. keep on writing
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