Abigael Takes First Place in Namelok’s Poetry Competition!

June 24, 2017 · 5 comments

Abigael Mantaine-1st Pl-Love photo-N Murphy-Namelok-June2017

Does love grow old? When Abigael Mantaine sat down to think about love for Namelok’s Fourth Annual Poetry Competition, she thought of her mother. She thought of moments she felt completely comforted and at peace, of her mother’s gentleness and protection, her advice and acceptance. The love she remembers doesn’t end with her youth. Her mother ages, becomes frail; time wears away, but her love is unchanging. Abigail fears the day she’ll lose her mother, but never has to fear losing her love.

We are happy and proud to give Abigael’s poem to the Murphy Family of Pierrepont School in Westport, Connecticut. Lift the Lid hosts annual writing and poetry competitions at each of the three schools we support in Kenya, and at the Happy Family Children’s Village in Tanzania, the latest addition to our outreach! First place winners receive $100, $50 of which to use for their own needs and $50 to buy something needed or just plain fun for their class. We also choose a second place winner and honorable mentions.

Congratulations, Abigail, and a heartfelt Thank You to the Murphy’s for their donation!! Here is Abigael’s poem, both typed for ease of reading and her original work:

My Mother

“Love is a strong feeling that you have when you [feel] a mother’s love for her children.

When I was a child, [my mother] would comfort me. She wiped my tears, so tenderly.

As I laid my head upon her chest, this was my most peaceful rest.

She sang to me so I would sleep. These precious moments are mine to keep.

Her gentle touch, her caring face, there could be no other to take her place.

She tried to teach me right from wrong. She always gives and never takes. Never does she criticize my mistakes.

The years have quickly passed by, in her eyes the aging lies.

Her skin has wrinkled, her hair turned grey. How I yearn for yesterday.

She is tired, her health is poor. She sits waiting for me to walk through the door.

When she is gone, my heart will die, and I will count the days till I see her again.

This person I speak of could be no other. She is, of course, my loving mother.”

Abigael Mantaine-1st Pl-Love poem-N Murphy-Namelok-June2017

  • http://www.saragoff.com/ Sara Goff

    Congratulations, Abigael!! You’ve written a beautiful poem, and I’m thrilled to award you with First Place and $100. Please let us know how choose to spend your award money, for yourself and for your class. 🙂

    I’d love to read more of your writing. Keep it up, even when it’s just for fun. When you’re writing, you’re learning! Congrats, again!

    Sara

  • Nicole M.

    Abigael, this is such a magical poem. Thank you very much! Please keep writing, at least a little bit, everyday. I will print this out and put it up on my inspiration wall right away! Big big hug!

  • Louise Foerster

    So eloquent — brought tears to my eyes — what a loving pair!

  • http://www.saragoff.com/ Sara Goff

    I approve!

  • Connie Mann

    What a beautiful poem, Abigael! Thank you for sharing it. Your love for your mother shines so bright. It is in inspiration!

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