The Friday Fling Immortalizes Mother Love in Ballads!
Friday Fling #231 for May 10th 2013
Mother’s Day is this Sunday.
The CPC has several challenges relating to Mothers’ Day coming up this month,
including the Magic Monday opening Sunday evening.
The Fling likes to challenge you to cover the topic in a format.
A good format for telling a story is the ballad.
The ballad is often in a lyrical style to facilitate being sung.
Your challenge this week is to write about one incident you remember where your mother showed you she loved you.
And write it as a ballad in this particular lyrical form: iambic (emphasis on every second syllable)
8-6-8-6 syllable count. Rhyming pattern can be your choice, ABab, AaBb or ABCb.
If long enough, a refrain every two stanzas is recommended, number of total stanzas up to you.
This week the Friday Fling writes ballads about mother love demonstrated!
Be sure to save time to read and comment appreciatively on your fellow Pals’ ballads of maternal love.
Then go enjoy Mother’s Day weekend, showing your appreication for mother in your own way!
Fickle Finger of Fate Award for May 3rd
Congratulations Barbara!
Welcome everyone to the Friday Fling’s ballad tribute to mother love! Pull up an 8-6-8-6 stanza and see how it fills out with your muse’s help!
A BALLAD OF MOTHER LOVE
When I was young my mother’s love
was always quite apparent
We both could see it in her eyes
her kindness was transparent
My sister Randi was just five
when our dad deserted
So mother raised us both herself
with effort well concerted.
Oh, motherhood is not a job
that’s suited for the weak.
A mother’s love encourages,
parenting at its peak.
No single incident stands out
in those fine thriteen years
Well maybe when my snakes got loose
which drove her near to tears,
I felt so bad I’d frightened her,
but she did not berate,
jinsisting that I take them out
in a mesh-topped crate.
She let them stay in the garage,
rather than sack the lot,
Her budding herpetologist
was clearly loved a lot!
Oh, motherhood is not a job
that’s suited for the weak.
A mother’s love encourages,
parenting at its peak.
Copyright May 9th 2013 RGD
MOM AND THE ME
~
My mom shows me her love in every way
Even to this very day
She raise me up when um down
Even some times took me to town
Holds me close to heart when um sad
My mom even loves me when um bad
She even showed love to my dad
And this just so made my day
~
Back in the day when I was very small
Playin in the yard just waitin for her call
I could so smell her busy bakin
And I knew just what she was makin
~
The love that my mom show
Every one that knew her know
Just look at just how much I have grown
But yet my love for a another kind is so thrown
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————– © May o8 , 2o13
As with all here so, Blessed with our Mothers Love cannot say enough.. :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
My mother was classy beautiful bold
She didn`t believe in being old
She stayed young and played games
Made life as hearts she tames
She knew was our mother proud to claim
She was proper without aim
She was understanding would not shame
Good heart never would blame
No matter what I did she knew it
Wonder how..did not fit
She told me she had eyes in back of head
Tried to see as she put me to bed
She never yelled at me just her look
That look knew I was hook
Needed to hit the books and behave
Not to be brave dig own grave
She taught me to be a lady in every way
Let no one take away
When asked how to repay her
Repay doing for your own