Best Mommy Poems
Blue Egg Mommy
You know it’s spring when she sings.
The first to show as day greets “Hello”
Her morning song so beautiful and strong.
Soon preoccupied all day long.
Her tenacity will impress, as she builds her twiggy nest.
With her orange breast, she is the best dressed
and my most honored, welcomed guest.
Squeaking, peeping, shrieking, her shivering brood needs warmth
and food.
Feeding her flustered fledglings first, she feels blessed,
but this blue egg mommy never rests.
From her tree
she looks around.
No enemies to be found.
Just a faint worm sound.
Feeling safe,
she flies
down.
Look for her in blades of green.
Minding her business she is often seen,
in parks,
your garage,
or near a stream.
"I am so fond of you my little thrush.
Sweet dreams Blue Egg Mommy,
hush"
Why are there stars, Mommy?
What kind of stars, my child?
You know, Mommy, sticker stars, five-pointed stars and snowflakes.
Well, how about movie stars and TV stars and sports stars too, my child?
Oh, I don't know, Mommy. Besides, I asked you first: Why are there stars?
OK, you did ask first. So, I guess I'll have to answer, not that it's easy ...
Well, each star has its own unique -- style, my child. They may be as
numerous as the sands on the seashore, as God told Abraham, yet each is
a bit different from the others, ... in size, perhaps, or color or shape, or
even purpose or destiny,...
for you see, they're kind of like us in that way, aren't they?
We're all unique, all 7 billion of us earthlings. Yet each of us has a
different mission, a different purpose, a different reason for being
here. So, too, the stars...
Yet somehow there's something more to the stars, something deeper,
isn't there, my child? ~ Yes! God made those very first lights, those
original lights of the stars like our Sun, for our Sun is a star, SO dazzling,
SO incomprehensibly bright, that He had to hide that light from us
for a while, for generations and generations, even unto our very own day
~ until we would grow in stature to be able to receive ... to receive and
see... to receive and see, and welcome! … with open arms -- with all
our heart, with all our soul, and with all our might -- that special light
~ For that light, my child, that starlight, is God's very own Light,
The Light of the Creator of the Universe Himself.
And now you know why there are stars, my child.
Please love yourself,
My daughter wrote
As we chatted away
About my upcoming trip
And yet my tears spilled over
As I bared my heart
To my 19 year old daughter
The joy of my life
The light of my eyes
The reason…..
The reason I go on with life
It’s for her
I try to survive
And push on
For she still needs me
And she wrote…..
You need to appreciate yourself more mami
I can't imagine my life without you
Just thinking about my life without you in it
just makes me wanna break down
Please mama for me
Please love yourself
I dunno why it's so hard for you to see how incredible you are
She knew all my reasons
And yet she asked
Desperate to pull me out
To help me see the light
To remind me of who I was
Who I still am
And I soothed and comforted her
Knowing she’d worry
Her daddy away
And her Mama all alone
Locked in her room
Crying the night away
Yet she was the strong one
Mothering me
Giving me
A shoulder to cry on
And after all the tears those words of hers brought
I thanked her for loving me…..
And she wrote
I can't help it. You're amazing. You just need to give yourself a chance
Come here mami we'll have so much fun
And I smiled through my tears
Grateful for the blessing I have in her
And my heart decided
Once more
Once more
For a little while longer
To fight the good fight
To survive
To let the vivacious Mommy she knew
Come to life
The one all her friends loved
And said was “so cool”
That Mommy
That woman
I'd ask her to go on
And to try...
To try...
To love herself...
...For the love of a daughter
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Mommy, I have something I want to say
About the things you give to me everyday
You shower and give me all your love
So, I give thanks for you to God above
You feed me and clothe me with such great care
And if I need something else, you’re always there
You cover me with love, whenever I’m sad
And when it doesn’t help, you hand me to Dad
You teach me the things I need to know
Helping me to learn what I need as I grow
I’m sorry Mommy when I’m being bad
And I’m sorry Mommy if it makes you sad
And if I’m sick, and up all night with fever
You stay with me and don’t sleep either
You say and do things to make me glad
You make me happy and so does Dad
Thank you, Mommy, for the great big hug
Your arms around me is what I love
Thank you, Mommy, in every way
Thank you, Mommy, on this Mother’s Day!
Slight twitching of the toes
A shudder of the shins
The knocking of the knees
Is where it all begins
Vibration of the thighs
Through years of cellulite
Swinging of the hips
As it makes it's little trip
Grumbling of the belly
Way deep down inside
Till it moves up to the chest
To the thump of the hearts delight
Shoots straight to the brain
Where it bounces back and forth
Throughout the cracks and crevices
Till it feels it's run its course
Drops down to a lump in the throat
Giving way to speech
Spilling forth for all it's worth
In waves of poetry
After the funeral mommy closed the door,
"please play," she said," with your doll on the floor;"
and on the bed, she wept a real downpour.
The room got dark as night,
soon, I was in moonlight;
under the bed I hid in fright.
I hugged my doll and I prayed to Jesus,
Jesus, I'm still wearing my fancy dress;
me and dolly are in a terrible mess.
Jesus, can you help me?
Can you get my grannie?
She will make toast and tea.
Jesus, me and dolly are afraid,
I was real good, I obeyed;
oh, oh how long under the bed have I stayed?
GRANNIE is here! She came for me no doubt,
I can hear her calling my name, shout, SHOUT;
Jesus, I will be okay, over and out.
Jesus, oh, can you please wake mommy,
Wake up my mommy!
Mommy? MOMMY? M O M M Y . . . WAKE UP!
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May 16, 2015 (Edit April 30, 2019)
Poetry/Rhyme/Wake Up, Mommy
Copyright Protected, ID 15- 1140-654-0
All rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
I want to tell you a story,
About a little boy,
Who went up to his bedroom
To get his favourite toy.
But when he opened his bedroom door
And popped inside his head,
He couldn't see him anywhere
And he had left him on his bed.
So he looked inside the wardrobe,
And he looked behind the chair,
He looked on the window sill
But still he wasn't there.
So he started emptying boxes
And pulling out the drawers,
He didn't know what was happening
He had never been gone before.
His mother heard the banging
And all the crashing about.
So she went upstairs to investigate
What the noise is all about.
When she saw him sat there
He had tears in his eye,
She had never seen him so upset
She nearly started to cry.
Between the sobs he told her
That he couldn't find his ted.
That he had come upstairs to get him
So he could go to bed.
She told him it was to early,
That they hadn't had their tea.
Then we can snuggle on the sofa
And watch a little TV.
Then we can go and get your ted,
So you don't have to cry.
You can put him back on your bed,
He will be nice and clean and dry.
Wanted to make this into a picture
Nursery rhyme book.
Edited on 20/4/2021.
Mommy stopped hugging
And replaced it with hitting
Mommy stopped loving
And replaced it with drinking
Mommy stopped cooking
And replaced it with sex
Mommy stopped being mommy
And I did instead
Adamant Face
My mother used to say with an adamant face, "There is a place for everything and for everything a place!”
My goodness, this house is a total disgrace"
So every Tuesday at quarter past 4:OO
each person in our family had the same chore,
to straighten the house and pick up the floor.
We all sighed, then one replied,
“Where do we put things?”
“Where do they go?”
"Where did they come from?"
"We don’t know!”
"Just put things back in their original home.
"Whatever you do, don’t let them roam"
If you don’t know what it's called,
where to put it,
or what it does,
or you can’t throw it out or know it’s name because,
it doesn’t have a match or
there is a piece detached ;
then don’t give up, just keep your chin up.
Leave nothing astray, but please be done by the end of the day"
"There is a place for everything and for everything a place" she reminded us with her adamant face.
Our cleaning began, and what did we find ?
Interesting things of every kind.
Two birthday candles from my cake years ago, rusted nail clippers that trimmed my big toe.
A broken pencil with a very dull end, and a thank you card I forgot to send.
A soy sauce packet stuck to a fork, from a take out order of moo shoo pork.
A spool of thread, the color red, when I sewed my clumsy thumb instead!
Grandpa’s glasses missing one lens
My sister’s retainer
And 2 leaky pens
A postal stamp
A bread bag clip
The top to my mother’s pink lipstick.
A germy cold lozenge when I had the flu.
A dirty lace from a tennis shoe.
Three receipts from CVS.
A zipper from an old prom dress.
Soon we finished, and one replied,
“Our cleaning is done, we picked up the floor,
No longer a disgrace anymore!"
"We put things back in their original home,
where they belonged and could not roam”
“Mother, that place was the kitchen drawer!"
Our job is done, say no more!
Santa, I want a mommy who doesn’t weep,
maybe she could have a good night sleep.
See, she’s been so down since daddy’s death,
I find her all the time catching her breath.
Under the tree for me would be a tissue of gold,
to wipe away her tears until she grows old.
She’s been so nice this year, even though she’s sad,
I just want to give her the best Christmas she’s had.
Dear Santa, I Want.... Contest
December 5, 2017
Her lavender light shone bright
Surrounded my thoughts
With inspiration
Hope
Her gentleness whispered soft
Against my tender heart
With musical notes
Songs
Her kindness breathed life
All across my prayers
Soothing, caressing
Dreams
Her blushing rose rays of bliss
Sighed sensitivity within
With compassion that
Lives
Her brilliant wisdom, flourishing
Murmured hope and faith
Through my spirit’s
Soaring
Her reflections of benevolence
Poured humility and humble
Love through my soul
Healing
Her truth came alive in praises
Of summer sun and starlight
Singing into the night
Vibrant
Her sparkle shone like diamonds
Shimmering through the noon
In sunlight echoes
Laughing
Her name was mom
I was her child
She was my
World!
Without her
I wouldn’t be who I am today
I always am reminded to pray and praise
When I think of her loving ways
For today… Happy Mother’s Day!
It’s not fair
Mommy
I love you so
Why are you so tired
Why are you always sick
You look so sad
I see you crying
Are you going to die
Where’s heaven
I need to talk to God
It’s not fair Mommy
I love you
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Mommy Can You Hear Me?
I know you're not ready to raise a baby, because you're all alone now, but mommy can you hear me?
You thought he was going to stay because he made you feel as if, the feeling of your body pressed on his, was a feeling that world could't resist, but mommy just hear me
where are you going mommy, don't do it
this man isn't your friend, he wants to take me
mommy just hear me
lay your legs and spread, it won't hurt
words that were too easy to hear, words that were too familiar to your mind, words that every time was said, always transitioned to be a lie
because he left me, left me with the burden that I have to bear of killing my only child
and you doctor, you're a liar, because although it may not hurt physically, this three hundred dollars, that's going towards your check, I can feel it, in my stomach
oh gosh my stomach
this pain is sucking my babies life away
300 dollars? the price that it took to take my babies life away
would you believe these tears came alive, as if the same time these tears coming down my face, the blood coming from my veins, rushing down my leg, baby it's you
my vagina bleed your tears
baby I hear you
but now I disgust me
because the lies, that I heard from him, you or her, did not give me the right to kill my only child
because I could of loved you
even if you were a product of a one night stand
because you would of loved me
when the days were dark we could of ran, jumped and played in the park
made up for all the mistakes, starting with the night that I laid my back on a bed to a boy who I knew wasn't enough
how could I be so naive, to let him break your dreams of me being the best person you'll ever meet
baby I hear you
I know sorry isn't enough, because it's messed up I never gave you a chance
but baby, I'm sorry
Can You Hear Me?
Mother
*yoruba edition*
'Better lose the saddle than the horse'.
Every mother's voice echo these 7 words
To her child, not just out of love,
Not entirely for love but for joy.
The joy of motherhood.
This life will be hard for you
Omo mi, sugbon yio dara fun e
She assures her young child.
Nitori ti omo ko ba ni ayeye o wa ni owo iya
The pains of motherhood.
A mother is a child's guide through life.
Come, follow me, close your eyes
Think of the rose, and let us go;
She said to her child at birth.
The duty of motherhood.
Iya ni Wura!
A woman who has children, does not die.
She is a mother, in life and beyond.
Her name forever in the hearts of her children
And their children.
Her presence felt through memories when she's gone.
Every child will grow up,
Age and fade off with time.
This life cycle of ours is like a river,
It goes and comes.
But a mother's milk is priceless.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
SPEAREPOETRY™
put a spell on me now
as I know it somehow
external forces
internal course
wish him deed
did your nurse said
mexican houses
hocus pocus
and the suit
like a quilt
Pattersun
snow Saturn?
Mommy Mills