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Memorial Day Mother Poems | Memorial Day Poems About Mother

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Details | Rhyme |

A Slient Tear

A silent tear runs down her face
As she lays within this darkened place
Her mind alone cannot forget
Her memories so clear and yet
So long ago her baby's cry
When from her womb the child did fly
Into her heart forever hers
If only for a moment, "Oh why not year's"
And now the moment she has prayed to be
Her last silent tear and her broken heart free

Copyright © David McSorley | Year Posted 2015



Details | Quatern |

The Brook of Memories

Today, a storm blew through		
And tears with rain drops fell.			
Out of nowhere, thoughts of you		
And a pain began to swell.			

Yet in my still reflection,			
In this somber introspection			
A little brook of bubbling joy			
Flowed in, as I remembered as a boy...					

When God knit a common tether		
Through our daily ways and means.			
He wove our lives together			
As we courted common dreams.		

While storms will always be,			
And times of loss will sadden.		
There is a Brook of Memories		
That will always serve to gladden.	

Above the loss of those departed,		
Is a solace never leaving.			
Held dear within the heart,			
A brook of joy is heaving.		

To sooth the pain of loss			
The God of comfort sent a stream			
To wash away our hurts beneath		
The Brook of Memories.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |

Soldier's Mother

Soldier's Mother

Come sit weary mama

How can we honor you best?

Sing praises of him or her?

And when all speeches over,

Still you must continue with that longing


Come grace us with your gaze upon these fields of flowers, yes red flowers

We want you to see our fervent need to thank

Giver of lives who would give theirs

Common mothers do not comprehend

How to raise the brave 

How to show what real freedom is

How a baby face with golden locks will crawl

and giggle and look up with sparkling eyes as they suckle

Life eternally precious and trusting


And we the human race

will never get it right or learn from our mistakes

How must we learn to thrive

and still keep trying with what is left

The ultimate punishment will be paid for our naiveté 

Our foolish mistakes

We must keep trying or we will cease


And the soldiers mother understands like no other

how we long to keep our fences high

And they will go on in their tottling bouncing curls 

to devour freedom as though unending

While the brave ones grow alongside

their destinies unknown but hopeful just the same


We thank you not just today but always

Take my hand sweet soldier’s mama

through the field of memories 

when our little ones played in the sun,

red cheeks burned bright 

Rushing to your arms as they Loved to Live  

and Lived to Love so deeply


Thank You Brave mama 

for we could never deem to repay you

S. Hale

Copyright © Sherry Hale | Year Posted 2015

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MOTHER IS GOD HERSELF

When a building is collapsed, you may construct new one                                                                       When a tree is cut, with a sapling, you may get it done

When money is lost, you may earn                                                                                                       When health is lost, you may darn

When you miss to enjoy beauty of dawn, you have a chance                                                                                                              When you miss to embrace the breeze, you may get a glance

When you miss a movie, you have the prospect                                                                                     When you miss a bus, next one you may expect

When you miss a poem, you may get the text                                                                                           When you miss a chance, you may wait for the next!

When a mother is lost                                                                                                                                           It indicates the end of the most!

Is there anyone to replace?                                                                                                                         Or to assure you peace? 

None! Not even the god!                                                                                                                                     Or to get back, there is no method!

For god comes in the form of mother!                                                                                                          To compare with her, there is no other!!






Above poem is adapted from the eBook “YOU CAN CHANGE! WITH YOUR VOTE!! AND OTHER MIXED POEMS” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam.

Copyright © V.MUTHU MANICKAM | Year Posted 2015

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Maternal Blessings

Who first gave to us the gift
Of how to love each other?
Was it not from infancy,
We gleaned it from our mother?

Who first gave the loving touch
Of tenderness and care?
Was it not a daily gift
Of mother being there?

Who first kissed us on the cheek,
Who studied every trait?
Who would work and toil for us
And who would always “wait.”

Who would stop to listen
And who would kneel to pray?
Who would show the Savior’s love
Day, by day, by day?

From birth until the grave
We forever gain so much,
By laying hold of mother’s love
Like she held hold of us.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2015

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This Memorial Day

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  05/21/10

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epitaph |

Mother of the Nation

Mother of the nation is sleeping here
even birds wept in her funeral

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017