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Mother and Child

and she said Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams but today I live in my daughter's happiness All my goals I left behind to watch her reach her own All my friends I do not see,to stay with her at home Money might get tight,but what is money compared to pure joy of a child What is money compared to her almond eyes Success lies dormant on shelves for years to come But what is success compared to first giggles to first steps, first mouthfuls and her little grabs Compared to gurgles and babbles to first time she calls me mama and hold on to my hands What is beauty in the world compared to a pearl This innocent child,a coloured coral petite pretty girl Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams But today I live in my daughter's happiness I had my days of wine and chocolate eclaires roses on doorstep,unsigned love letters with spiced cologne and enticing words Today I live in my daughter's shadow To watch her live her own dream I watch her bloom in autumn gardens from princess of hearts become queen Tomorrow I will not be here She might not get to see the white of my hair the wrinkle in my smile But,today she knows I love her long more after petals wither long more after a mother's hug fades long after I shine from the sky.
Dedicated to my beloved Christina with love Happy first birthday wrapped with barney hugs and Winnie the pooh kisses :-$:-|B-)

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop

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a mothers love

on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith 
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you 
as your thoughts become known 
only then your age is shown

Copyright © brandy wassam

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My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom

Copyright © Shanity Rain

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The Voice of Her Mother- My Daughter's Gift

I've written the lyrics to two lullabies for my daughter, Shereen. I even made 
up the tunes, and I'd sing to her when she was a baby to put her to sleep. She 
still remembers those songs at 19 years of age. For my birthday last May, she 
wrote this poem as a gift....just like last year. The quoted parts are words taken from the lullabies. I adore my daughter, my greatest and most precious gift.

“When she smiles, I feel like a bird in the sky.”
The words softly sung to the weary child-
This bundle of whimpers
This armful of distress-
Hoping they’d ease her restlessness
Hoping they’d calm her disquieted heart…
And they did. 
Like nothing else ever could.
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother.

“She is the apple of my eye.”
Rocking gently in time with the tune, she swiftly fell 
Fell into a peaceful slumber 
Nuzzled in the warmth of her consoler 
Whimpers softened, distress vanished 
Quiet. Serene.
Floating in the promise 
That those words would be there
To welcome her in the morning. 
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother. 

“With laughter and joy she fills my heart”
Nestled in that kind embrace
The child, now almost grown
With tear-stained face and heavy heart
Couldn't fight the world alone
But whenever she was breaking, too tired to go on
She’d search for those same words-
To ease her restlessness
To calm her disquieted heart…
She’d search for those same words
To find them in those same arms.
And she’d fall. Like she always did.
Fall into that peaceful slumber
Quiet. Serene.
Floating in the promise 
That those words would be there
To welcome her in the morning. 
Nothing could comfort her
Like the voice of her mother.

Written by Shereen Nathalie Ghali (May 18, 2014)

Please read The Month of May...which is Shereen's first birthday poem written for me and posted here. You will find it if you type the title in PS's search engine. It is a beauty and is in rhyme. 

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Happy Birthday, Mom

Happy birthday, Mom
I wonder how many years have passed by
Since I gave you my first tenuous smile 
Since you steadied my first faltering step
Since the first time I called you "Mommy"
You are the place I came from
You are my first home
You are an angel in human form
Who lives inside my laughter
And crystallized in my every tear drop

I want to thank you 
For your heart, faith and hope
For teaching me right from wrong
For your tender care and warm hugs
For all your steadfast love
For filling my days with rainbow lights
For all the times we have shared
For always being there in my time of need
For helping me deal with life's stresses
For helping me accept my defeats
For everything you have done
For you made me a woman I am

One birthday after another
They seem faster each year
I just want you to know that
The years you devoted to me, 
You can trust, were worthwhile.

Happy Birthday, Mom.
You are the best Mom a daughter could have.




~For my Mom's B'day @July 12

Copyright © Shirley Candy

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FIRST GIFT OF DECEMBER


It was eleventh day of December,
When heaven sent me a gift.
A precious gem I can treasure,
Until the last breath I take.

Ten years ago I reckon,
A stranger love stole my dream.
A vernal life I still fulfill,
was now written in Petals of Dream.
  
With no regrets and time to blame,
I embraced the future about to bring.
Tha hardest task that one should take,
a motherhood I've never been prepared..-- 

Until one morning I felt excruciating pain,
after long three trimesters that we're together,
It's like one whole day of dancing in the fire,
I had my newfound happiness sent by angels.--


Everyone can receive a luxury gifts,
a brilliant jewelries,a roundtrip cruise in earth.
But this gift I have received has a value nothing can replace,
My first ever daughter,Nina Ahyaessa Charlotte was her name.




***HAPPY 10TH birthday to my 1st daughter,Ahye****

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres

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Birthday warning!

A cold autumn morning, 
new rains have arrived 
today not so ordinary 
A little girls birthday goes by 

she had an accident 
she awoke in her bed wet 
today she is six, a present she did 
not expect 

A day without the jug cord 
would be her birthday wish 

Her hope is soon faded, 
for there her mother stood, 
A birthday beating just begun- 
her mothers' way 
of a little fun 

"you dirty little b!#@h"! 
I'm sick of washing your sheets 
this will fix you...and fix you good 
till you're black and blue 
...or till I'll make you bleed"! 

Happy Birthday to me... 
through aches and tears 
I am happy 
I survived to date six years 

alone in her closet 
she'd make this her car 
travel to far away happy lands 
go shopping for a star 

once she bet the jug cord 
she collected up the sheets 
took her mums' old coal shovel 
buried them under the house 
darkest corner beneath, 

her father gave her sixpence 
every time she was dry, 
or if she wet, he'd make her wetter 
he'd put her in a cold bath 

the little girl would trick him, 
moving the sheets about 
her mother would come in the room 
catch the little girl out 

the little girl did such things 
out of fear she lied 
the little girl was in a place 
she was trying to survive 

she adapted to her father 
she adapted to her mother 

though difficult it was 
it affected everything 
looking back the way she was 

she changed her life completely 
eradicated the fear 
her life gets better and better 
year after year 

her mum and dad to this day 
the little girl forgave 
she understands the way they were 
a woman she has grown 
forgiving to her grave 

she struggles on her birthday 
preferring to enjoy 
her spirit accepts what happened 
on that day the present 
she avoids 

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly

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Ode to my son on his 28th birthday

When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.


When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive,  mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.


Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile


Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.

Copyright © Eiken Laan

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Mother, Daughter

Very few the treasures
In my life I held so dear.
So very few the moments
When the sacred was so near.

It was sacred when I held you
For that first, intense embrace.
I was awestruck when I saw the way
The Savior graced your face.

Your eyes…your hair,
Your skin, your toes.
The perfection of your form
And the cuteness of your nose.

Darling, as the years roll by,
Our lives will start to change.
Letting go is hard at times,
But I am with you through the pains.

I’m part of you, you’re part of me
And together we are bound
To lift each other up
Until in heaven we’ll resound:

A song of thanks and worship
That God gave us to each other.
My girl with needs uniquely met
By only one…her mother.

One day you may also be
A mother so beguiled.
And you will know these words are true,
Of how a mother sees her child.

Copyright © Tom Valles

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I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
 
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
 
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
 
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
 
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
 
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything

Copyright © jaremy mount Jr

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Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger





Copyright © Christina Holmes

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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN

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For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Copyright © Naldeem Bout

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Ode to my daughter on her birthday - 26

My Sarah
When I looked at you last week trying on your new boots
Those almond eyes sparkling at something new, a gift
I saw my little pink girl, a princess, playing dress up again
Your long hair draped your high cheekbones
Life still a game, tinged with drama and theatre 
As you look for fun in all your pursuits!
A player in life with a passion for cooking and music
You have become a kind, loyal, vivacious young woman
Self assured, grounded with a love of tradition
I looked at you and felt an overwhelming pride.

Sunday’s child is ' bonny, blithe, good and gay' they say
Befitting my Sabbath girl, a model child of few demands
Your bedroom a vast sea of Barbie and friends
A Passion for story-time and books
Your Dutch life with Irish sea-touched roots, 
You are a real continental
A great scholar with degrees in Law and Psychoanalysis
You have found your true love with Luis, a Spaniard
As you both prepare to leave the Emerald Isle
I wonder at the achievement of you!

Copyright © Eiken Laan

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Birthday Tears

A birthday cake sits before me, laughing at me. The candles whisper mean things, they know my thoughts. The ocean of red frosting simmering in the lights above, the little black flowers that everyone has dibs on. So elegantly outlined in more black lace, this cake is not for a funeral, no of course not. It's for me and the year that passed, for the one coming my way at full speed, the year of tears and stress. The year of chores and closed doors. Birthdays were never my strong point, they always make me sweep. Makes me want to just draw the curtains and sleep the day away, but no that would be letting me off the hook. Much too easy, everyone must talk big and do nothing. The sickening smell of plastic and mold radiate from the cake, must of been on clearance from the bakery down the street. They show up at my door bearing a balloon and small bag and this atrocious cake. Mother always said it's not how good the gft is it's the fact they got one. I must smile and hold it all in till they leave but in the meantime blow out these taunting candles and force down the oily sponge. Open the gift, a bag inside a bag, a old plaid, partly fake shiny leather purse that only a five year old diva would love. The leathery fur lining the mouth of this little monster is coming off with every touch, wonder where they got this thing, but you must be nice and give them the meanness only middle school girls can pull of, the meanness with a smile and a dis but thanks all in one. I rather think of anything right now, terrible “gifts” or the fact they showed up without even picking up a phone, anything than standing here with this thing burning on my kitchen counter waiting for the howled song to be over to blow this thing out and get alone again. Go back upstairs to my little nirvana and sleep the rest of this nightmare away. All their four faces glare at me, they know exactly what I’m thinking. One stands with my balloon in her giant hands and bounces it off my head, how I wish I could take the string and strangle her with it but I do a half assed giggle and ignore it, she keeps doing it, finally her mother has the brainpower to yell at her to stop. Even she knows I will attack, don't you think I’m on edge enough as is? I feel like the candle, starting to sweat like hot wax, hands grip the knife mom handed me and can't wait to cut this thing. Big breath, be sure to get them all in one try, pretend to knock ‘em all dead.

Copyright © Cat Way

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THE MOTHERS TEAR

By Fatmir Terziu

A tear

            dripped

                           rolled.

A Globe

              fell

                   It upturned

Under the ray of light, a precious crystal

Came out of mother’s heart that night.

 

It rolled out of fear,

It appeared out of joy.

My mother’s tear!

 

Still as if shocked

It rolls for unknown motives,

My mother’s tear,

                              …that diluted tear!

 

I saw my mother when she stilled a tear,

It dripped in that dark year…

A tear,

A globe

My mother’s tear!

 

A tear still glassy in my heart…

A tear with the weight of the world

A tear which calms the others

A tear which holds the rays of the light.

A mother’s tear!

 

A tear that washed the office suits

A tear that wetted the rags of time

A tear that spilled to wash the unwashed

A tear which stood up to the enemies

The tear of the mothers!

 

A drip of a mother’s tear

Brought by God to be spilled over

Cradles,

             Chambers,

                             Window embrasures

As many times as it is necessary.

 

The tear of mothers!

Their only weakness

A tear for humankind.

Copyright © FATMIR TERZIU

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For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Copyright © Naldeem Bout

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For Zach on his 25th Birthday

In my mind's eye I still see him
running down the beach,
Little arms flailing as if
flying was in reach,
white-blond hair a mass of curls,
ringlets of spun gold,
in my mind's eye I still see him
as a toddler, two years old.

How he loved the ocean then,
how he truly loved the sea,
leaving tiny little footprints
when he was two, or maybe three.
In my mind's eye I still see him
running by the shore,
in my mind's eye he will always
be three, or maybe four.

In my mind's eye I still see him
as if time had never passed
(though that fantasy is broken
by any looking-glass),
Soon, he will be married on
that beach where he still runs
in my mind's eye young forever
building castles in the sun.

In my mind's eye I still see him,
when I was young and felt alive,
those days slipped by so quickly
and now he's twenty-five.
Time flew by as quickly as he
once flew down the sand,
in my mind's eye he's a baby
in reality, a man.

Copyright © Danielle White

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In The Moment

I am in the cliff of death that moment.
The very first life I'm about to give birth.
You were on my side and held my hands so tight.
Assuring that tomorrow I'll see the precious one of my life.


I saw in your beautiful face that you feel all my pain.
Then teardrops suddenly fall in your eyes,
When you hear a little voice cried out loud.
The fruit of thy womb of your precious one.

You were with me from the day that I born,
Then helped me become a successful person.
You're also there when I fell and destroyed.
You never left when I needed you most.

I want to dedicate this little piece.
To my only mother here on Earth.
In the moment I first saw my angel.
You made me stronger until today.


Written on: December 28 ,2014
Written by : Aiyah De Torres

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres

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GOLDEN DAYS

So she smiled at the thought of it,
Bringing a life to the world.

And she sets to the task, 
Ready to take the challenge.

Then she heaved a sigh of relief
For alas the race is on.

The race of...
Caring,
Hoping,
Illuminating,
Loving,
Daring.

She's never for once carried away,
By life's numerous events.

She's never for once forgotten,
The day the race began.

I'll make it your golden day,
she had said with a tear.

When she remembers the pains of birth,
She put in all she's got.

And since it was only me,
The day of was carefully planned.

A gong sound to announce the day,
Soft and slow music for entertainment. 

Good food and wine as supplement,
Stories and tales as encouragement.

Friends and visitors cheer in excitement,
Then a wish to crown it all.

For this single reason,
The week was usually blessed.

But all this was short lived,
My birthdays are no longer golden,
For the creator has taken the goldmine.

Copyright © Stellamoses Hart

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Because She Loves You

There is nothing more magical,
nor precious, 
than the gift of motherly love. 

Your heart thaws, as she grasps you in a warm embrace 
Her smile fills you with joy,
She putts her soul into everything she dose, 
because, she love you. 

She gives you advice,
and she helps you,
she is your guardian angel 
because she loves you. 

It is true,
You will have quarrels. 
About little miner things. 
But, at the end of the day,
She still loves you,
and you love her,
because she's you mom,
and you wouldn’t have it another way! 

Copyright © Anthony Stern

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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON

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Father/Dad/Mother/Mom (Birthday/Father's Day/Mother's Day/Thankyou/Thinking of you/Across the miles

I may not be at home with you
'though it does not mean that you're not near
I recollect those things you've done
For me throughout the years

You've picked me up when I've fell down
and soothed my broken spirit;
played games and taught me how to grow
Worked hard to feed us with it

So my heartfelt thanks are in these words
as I think of you this way;
and all my love is sent to you
All year, not just today.

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty

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Happy birthday darling

24 years ago I got a precious 
gift
A beautiful baby girl 
To love with all my heart 
And I have right from the start
To watch her grow 
From strength to strength 
And become the woman she is 
today 
So much love to give to all 
around 
I'm do proud of you in every 
way 
And I thank god for each and 
every day 
A mother daughter bond that 
cannot be broken 
And many words that don't 
need to be spoken 
We are  close in so many ways 
We share each others pain and 
joy each and every day 
Happy birthday darling 
Loving you yesterday, today, 
tomorrow and beyond 

Copyright © Belynda Holst

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Happy Birthday Antoinette

Story books have got it wrong
Step mothers are the greatest gifts of all

Antoinette you are a blessing on my family’s life
I am so happy you are my father’s wife

Michaela is the sweetest girl, glad she’s my sis
You’re my family I truly miss

God truly blessed us when he brought you around
Hope your birthday is full of love, laughter, and songs

Because you gave me the greatest gift of all
It is because of you I have my father back

You are our cornerstone the brick that keeps us up
Thank you for all of your unconditional love

Happy birthday to my mother, friend
My angel sent from God above

May you know you are truly loved

Copyright © Sarah Frieman

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See Me Again


See Me Again

"Ghost Town Treasure"
Was my fav'rite book
You'd read it to me
At the end I'd plead
You'd read it again.

The beach! Such pleasure!
A picnic you took
To eat by the sea
At the end I'd plead
You'd take me again.

My birthday that year
Two snowball cupcakes--
Best birthday I've had
'Oh, Thank you!', I'd plead
And you would just grin.

Ghost pillow-case shear
On Halloween days
Paper bag full...sad
At the end I'd plead
You'd take me again.

And ever watchfull
Over years I find
Your face...mine...one look
At the end I plead
'Mom! See Me again!'

Times' hands did Not pull
My face to your mind
Or reading my book...
At the end I plead
And you just grin.

~Deborah Burch
4/01/2012

*This poem is dedicated to all the children and spouses of Mothers (and wives) with ALZ...and to the awareness of its heartbreaking torment. Hopefully one day we can prevent it, cure it -- stop it! To all Mothers everywhere and especially those with Alzhiemers' Disease (ALZ): HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY 2012!!! 

For: ~PD's "Mother's Day Contest" part 1
Form:verse

Copyright © Deborah Burch

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happy birthday mom!

With the little words
You taught us to speak
 the encouragement you gave
When every time we went weak…

The times you scolded us
The times you prepared the delicious food
Though you starved many times 
You never had a selfish mood…

With every night when we laid on bed
The hands would caress our head
The love, the beauty, the rhymes, the logon
I bet, can never be forgotten…

With beautiful memories you have taught us to keep
You knitted wonderful dreams when we were asleep,
Your talents, courage, love, care and sacrifice
Are matchless, and you are so satisfied…

Sometimes when we look up the mirror 
We try to find some resemblance 
To have a tad of your unmatched beauty
For you would never make us feel guilty

The times we speak in millions of crowd
In some way, we represent your vision
And if people praise us, mom,
It’s all your season…

You had us believing 
For you are the support we have
You showed us the world; you showed us the life,
You showed us the bottom and you showed us the height

Though we do a million things 
We won’t be able to repay the pains
today is your special day, and we give you warm wishes
for you gave us shed even in the rains !!!!!!!!!

Copyright © Manali Shrivastava

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Loving Words a tribute to my mom on her birthday

Inspiration personified,
magic twinkles in her eyes,
with a beautiful smile & creative soul, 
she writes enchanting tales of dragons & trolls. 
Looking great in all she wears 
and always stylish with her hair, 
she brightens life with her multi-colored air.
 A doctor she could never be ....
 her excellent penmanship is much too neat. 
With others she is always friendly, 
she never sees a glass half empty. 
Original & generous, 
her heart so pure & full of trust. 
She's filled with faith & courageous strength.
 Energetic, outgoing & fun, 
she'll never leave a task undone. 
She's loyal with her honesty, 
kind and patient until the end. 
Not only a loving mother ....
.... She's the truest of all friends.

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Birthday Wishes to Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Everyday is your birthday 
and a holiday,
your life and time... worth 
more than a day,
each moment marks the 
birth of great memories,
of a great mother 
unlocking matchless 
legacies.

Happy birthday to a star 
that shines all day,
Special wishes of love on 
this precious day!
For me, you mean more 
than I can say.
You are a key that opens 
paradise'... way.

For you, this birthday 
ought to be a sparkling sun
Overriding all the other 
shining stars.
For me, your birthday is 
another occasion
to show you God's love 
with purest passion!

I wished to present you a 
lot of flowers, but none of 
them is as beautiful, as 
your heart.
I wanted to paint your 
portrait with a super star,
but it can't be compared to 
your awesome art, 

Soar to the skies, snug the 
moonlight,
blow beautiful balloons, 
give them flight.
Hold unto your allure and 
God's golden grains,
on this happy day, count 
your great gain.
Happy Birthday great 
friend, mother and mentor  
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen.
With love<3

(c)  2013
Adeleke Adeite
Adeleke

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My Birthday Wish

I sit on the floor and wait from dusk to dawn, for a new day will soon be reborn. I count all 
the blooming flowers, and count down the long hours, while mum takes her shower. 
Today's the day, for it's my birthday. I hope I get A car, or A guitar or maybe even become 
A movie star, but that's asking A bit too much of me. I walk around singing out A loud, 
acting proud feeling as if my heads in A cloud. To my surprise I start stumbling over my 
words and begin mumbling. Maybe mum just forgot about me, or are they just hiding the 
presents from me? I walk through the hall, with my head dragging looking at the floor, 
and go to bed with my heart feeling torn. It's getting late and I can no longer wait. I turn 
off my light, and close my eyes and cry having so much things go through my mind. I 
drift to sleep but then I see, mum walking in my room in the middle of the night with A 
light. It's so bright. She raises my heart like A kite, taking of it flight and she says, good 
night, and turns of the lights. She raised my hopes high and then shot them out of the 
sky. I break down and cry, it feels as if I've just died. No one remembered why today was 
A special day for it was my birthday. I look at the sky and wonder why? I light my candle 
and close my eyes, tears dripping down onto my thighs, and I start to whisper in my 
mind. "I don't want A car, or even A guitar. I don't even want to become A movie star. I 
just want to be free of this disease called poverty, I just want people to stop running away 
from me. Free me of aids so I can stop feeling afraid. Stop me from being poor, so I can 
afford to stop sleeping on the floor. Make me smile for there is no reason to smile, but 
please make my life worth while. Take me away from Africa, for all I see is people being 
raped and all the kids hearts filled with hate, I'm loosing my faith for I am living each day 
even though there is nothing to live for". A Tear drops on my candle, And puts out the 
flame I whisper in pain,This is "My Birthday Wish"
 
We wish for luxuries that only money can afford. They wish for water for they are poor. 
People need to learn to smile, for kids living in poverty have A legitimate reason not too. 
Be happy for what we have, and never complain for what we don't have.
 
- Wiko Te Maru

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