Best Familymother Poems
Growing up is hard even harder as a teen
Only you are right and everyone else is being mean
Problems are epic and situations turn so bad,
And instead of trying - you act out pretty mad.
In my story handed there's only one to blame,
Names are for later here's the truth of fame.
My mother tried to teach me to wait on being a mom,
That I was too young and so much could go wrong.
Instead of listening I persisted on it more and more,
Until that moment that lose finally took score.
I never lost something and it felt like my own life was gone,
If only I had listened then I wouldn't be so wrong.
My mother tried to tell me stay in school you need too,
For living isn't cheep please baby I'm begging you.
Instead of listening I moved out into another state of course,
I knew what I was doing and no more stupid chores.
Lived in and out of houses had many jobs indeed,
Hell has a pretty color but only bad wounds bleed.
If only I had listened when she tried to teach me...
My mother whom i called for with every problem I'd see,
Would open up her arm's even so share the tears with me.
The time has come to step aside.
It’s been a very lovely ride.
I trained my darling daughter well.
It’s she who rings the dinner bell
on holidays and lets me rest.
She aces each and every test.
Proving herself every bit as able
as I to set Thanksgiving table,
she feeds her twenty-two hungry guests
without a sign of being stressed.
So I feel needed, I surmise,
she allowed me to make the pies.
She never loses her sweet smile.
For each grandchild she stops awhile
to hug, to listen and to praise
as I did in the olden days.
Daughter, mother and grandmother,
she’s as good at one role as the other.
The day will come I know it’s true
when she will give soup ladle to
her own sweet daughter next in line.
She’ll step aside this child of mine,
to sit and rest and watch her daughter
do as her loving mother taught her.
I watch her now with love and pride
this woman whom I helped to guide
to the super mother she became.
Her daughters now are in the game.
They’re teaching the new generation
to be the next great mom sensation.
And so it has been through the years,
moms giving love and shedding tears,
each passing on her mothering lore
learned from mothers who came before.
This dedication is to an amazing mother
that i wanted all to know and see...
Because through her....you'll know who
i was and what my mother meant to me.
I miss and I love you mommy...
4/Ever Amber...
FOREVER AMBER
Written By ; Tiffany Saxon
Every time the sun fills the sky,
remember me...
We've already kissed, hugged
and cried.
"But you know what?"
This could never be our last and
final goodbye...
"Mama?"....
You got me to the point of being
grown,
and for that...
I've Lived...
I've Fought...
I've Loved...
And now ...
I have the courage to stand
alone.
So stop crying, i'm ok...
For i Gave...
I Prayed...
and
I Forgave..
And now i'm standing on my
own.
Boy! Did i roam to find the perfect
words to this poem?...
Yes!
For i found a friend to let you know,
That i'm at peace and i finally made
it home.
So tonight while you say your
prayers
just know..
that i'm always beside you and
will always be
there.
Kiss-Kiss to you and to
everyone....for we are always
one.
FOREVER AMBER...
THE END!!
This poem was given to a mother named Tarissa, who lost her daughter
Amber to the N1H1 virus. I was asked to write a poem to the mother as
a gift. this poem was given to Tarissa on July 10, 2009. I hope all who reads
this poem will love it..God bless to Amber and her family...
I sit upon my doorstep
shallow hope now left within
broken window across the street
road resembles a litter bin
no one seems to care to much
just get on with their day
I wish to be another place
to watch kids run and play
I close my door, cannot escape
dark memories of the past
four children here I raise alone
As husband left (at last)
every day I sit and hope
for a remedy I yearn
to escape from this ditch
but money I can't earn
it's Friday morn the phone does ring
hi Mother how are you
hey Carolyne I have great news
to stop you feeling blue
a house came up across from me
up here in Ambleside
the news I could not let sink in
I listened as I cried
oh Mother am I hearing right
many nights I'd sit and pray
suddenly through window shone
the brightest, lightest ray
I gathered up the children
excitement plain to see
we squealed and laughed and jumped around
threw the best leaving party
two vans turned up and off we set
our new life was ahead
a last glance back along the street
to me it now was dead
the journey was incredible
minds filled with hopes and dreams
as we reached our brand new house
the world could here our screams
we ran inside to choose our rooms
slight squabble as you'd guess
hey I am mum as I did shout
oh yes I got the best
we decided to explore
our amazing neighbourhood
mountains, lakes and trees so green
we soaked in all we could
now twelve years on, my smile still here
just can't believe my luck
I'll never forget my mothers words
that Friday phone call that I took
THANK YOU MUM
you came to this world
as by soft angel wings,
for a mother that loves
and a father that sings.
to tell just how happy
he felt at your birth
you sweet little person
thats new to this earth,
to your mother and father
you gave a smile.
and they felt such pleasure
as there stunned for a while,
then they hold you so gently
as you wave your arms
with your smile and golden charms
your a loving baby makes our live worth while
now years are past
and you do grow old,
your still our baby
that we love to hold,
with the world is your ouster to
your mother n father
will always love you,,,,
Form:
Once on way to the hospital, one minus one was zero.
God was fighting with the Devil, and God was my hero.
My dad had also been my hero and when he died I cried.
A part of me died and went into deep depression, the lie
Of how he had died. The dream of the autopsy lingered long.
He did not suffer, but I did for twelve years. Now I'm strong.
Strong was his faith and so is mine. Love is great, divine.
For the years I was sick as my mother, I looked for a sign
To deliver me from the Hell I was feeling, dealing without hero.
My mother died when God and the Devil became a big fat zero.
God won and I dreamed she went to Heaven in a white
Dress as angel, like her sweet voice, her beauty a sight
To see. As I've gotten older, I see her in me, looks.
She read the bible, as did I and many other books.
For her soul, her death, no longer need to cry.
No longer do I need to ponder and wonder why.
She quoted to me in the Devil's voice, then apologized in her voice
Her mother had God and the Devil in her and died at 35, no choice.
My mother was seven when her mother went to Heaven.
Popi and Aunt Mae, her mother's sister, raised her then.
I pray for all of them each and every night.
I know that they are all in God's own sight.
my mother always told me
my mother always told me that i would grow up to be nothing,
lose every thing,
hope for anything
and spend the rest of my life praying to be or see something
Form:
Oh Mother and Father.
How my respect has no boundaries.
Whenever aid was needed.
You sowed the benefits I reap now.
You never cease to amaze how much you cared and put up with.
You will never be forgotten in our hearts wherever we go.
We - ? I say my sister and I.
Never did you give up on us during the hard and the very tough.
You will be our role model, while perhaps you not know it.
We are eternally proud.
To my mother and father.
Form:
Mother and daughters are best friends,
so why is it now we have just begun.
All the times I wished you were there,
but all i could do was say a prayer.
Now grown up it is starting to come clear,
although I could not see you,
in my heart in a little box is where it cares.
Times have changed lot's has gone on,
but for you and me we hung on.
Never acting quite loving for it was a fright,
we act a lot alike and I do not mind.
I know you are thinking about me all the time.
No matter what anyone said to hurt your name.
Believe me, mom I never took it in vain.
I know we missed out on a lot of things.
Life is nowhere near over,
so why not start now and have some fun?
As mother and daughter we have just begun.