Best Moms Poems
I like the thought of evolution
That a fish could outsmart god
Show him something new and bold
Like a human is something odd
I guess that’s just how people are
We think we’re all so special
7 billion people, all unique
Well I hate to be your buzz kill
But anarchist are just conformist
With a little dash of black
And an individual is just another punk
Who says rap is dead and the 60’s are back
An emo kid’s just a prep
Who balks at social adaptation
And a gothic kid is just a meat head jock
With less hand-eye coordination
So you’ll all pick: Fad or Fad
And you’ll all be some kind of elitist
Remember however, no one is truly unique
…well…except for all us artists
Life building is your calling
upon faith strength, prevailing
trusting God Who’s propelling
your mission in care-giving.
With the Lord propping your zest
patience you show by love’s best
steadfast though challenges test
praying for progress that’s blest.
Life builders … such a great role
to raise kids well is your goal
mentoring to heart and soul
divine task along hope’s pole.
God surely beholds your deed
fulfilled by His grace indeed
as you sow compassion’s seed
that meets every orphan’s need.
As parents to the fatherless
and moms to the motherless
your good works nevertheless
will never become fruitless.
Building lives midst loving light
you serve as Moms day and night
guiding children to use truth-might
while in Christ you delight.
Thanks for your kind engagement
surely precious commitment
dear and priceless involvement
beyond earthly investment.
*Colossians 1:4 …We heard of your faith in Christ Jesus, and of the love which ye have to all…
May 3, 2022
1st place, "A Mother's Love, Tributes of Love for Mother's Day" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 5/3/2022.
Do you really think,
We did the best we could?
How many time did we get high?
Before doing what we should.
Many times we chose to be,
Smoking dope instead.
While someone else fed our kids,
And tucked them into bed.
But its hard to be an addict.
And its hard just being me.
But ive tried to be the best Mom.
That an addict Mom can be.
I am the sum of the ages
beginning before my mother,
before my grandmother,
and before my grandmother's mother.
I am the product of their matriarchal choices,
the quotient of their actions, reflections, and self-images.
I am the difference of their generations.
And I bequeath the equation of this inheritance
to the matrices of my living legacies.
There is no single thing to say
Mom can't do anything at home.
For she is just far more incredible
than any woman we know.
She wakes up early morning.
But no one told her so.
For she loves to prepare breakfast
and do the house chores.
She likes to wash plates,
Does laundry at the backyard.
But she expects nothing in return,
Not a money nor an award.
She exhausts herself from day to night.
But she keeps her body pain,
Just to see her kids sleeping so tight.
Anxiety kills her mind
Whenever her child gets sick.
She'll do everything in her power
Even it has to make her body weak.
But who tells her to do all these?
Those tiring chores at home
She does everything not to please.
One thing we know about mom
She does everything not because
it's her role and responsibility.
It's because of love that connects
Since the day that you were born.
One cup of happy
Two cups of kisses and hugs
Each take turns stirring
Keep wishes and dreams set high
Bake and take a slice of life...
"Mom and I and Graham Cracker Pie ~ ~"
Mom's been gone a long, long time,
forever and a day.
She always treated each of us
in a very special way!
My favorite "Mommy" memory
of all the things she did,
was a "special" reward, just for me,
ever since I was a kid.
I've always loved, Graham Cracker Pie.
The ones she made were great!
That was my very "special" gift
when there was cause to celebrate.
I had Spinal Meningitis
when I was only eight.
Despite the odds against it,
my recovery was great!
I was laid up for quite a while,
had a long hospital stay.
When I got released to go back home,
I got a Graham Cracker Pie, that very day!
I enlisted in the Air Force,
but before I went away,
Mom made my favorite pie for me,
to send me on my way!
I was headed home on my first leave,
so what did Momma say?
I gotta make Graham Cracker Pie,
cause Ralphie's on his way!
When I rejoin my Mom again,
whenever that might be,
you can bet, my favorite pie,
will be waiting there for me!
Love you Mom.
Ralph Taylor
'Mother'
The Jazz and Pizzazz would not be what it is
If not for the Moms of the musical kids
Sure it’s the Dads who build every set
But it’s the Moms of these shows that we mustn’t forget
They sew on the sequins and alter the hems
And buy the girls ear rings when the song calls for gems
They make all the calls and drive kids around
These show choir Moms just never slow down
They handle the money on fund raising schemes
They go on the trips and chaperone teens
They might stay up all night on a chair in the hall
Just to be sure no one acts a goofball
They’ve been known to bake the cookies and cake
Take tickets you know at every show
They know all the tricks with pins and duct tape
To keep costumes together or girls into shape
You’ll find them all back stage working in the wing
You know these show choir Mothers can do just anything
Their shoulders get cried on when songs don’t go right
They’re high-fives and hugs come every closing night
They don’t get recognition for all the things they do
Unless you count the love and smiles they often get from you
So on this anniversary on that final curtain call
Be sure to thank the Show Choir Moms who always gave their all
What makes a great mom,
Is love from the heart.
You’re a great mom.
We try our best,
To raise our children right.
Teach them wrong and right.
Guide them in the right direction.
Even in the good and bad times,
We still love them with all are hearts.
They have our hearts,
Even when they grow up.
A love from a child is forever,
It’s a gift from god,
Also the greatest love.
We raise our sons and daughters right,
It shows and will always show.
Moms are special folks with no other quite as dear;
For her child she'll face anything regardless of her fear.
Her children are her life, her purpose, and her reason;
Her Love is never out of style nor in need of any season.
She gives every day from her heart and her soul,
Knowing well the importance and privilege of her role.
Her children, for the world she wouldn't ever trade;
For they are her blessings from God, He made.
Although the cord is cut upon her child's birth,
The bond of her Love grows in value and in worth.
Besides her own pain, she feels her child's too,
Like theirs is her own, for in essence it is true.
She's fiercer than a lion's pride all combined in one,
Yet, shows understanding when mistakes are done.
Though she may feel disappointed in the short,
In the long run she wavers ever not with her support.
In her child's best interests she will always choose,
Even if her child's Love is at stake, she could lose.
A Mom's Love is about to always first protect
Even when it means her child may strongly object.
More than just a mother, biologically,
Is required to be a Mom, wholeheartedly.
Mothers do give birth to a life grown within,
But a Mom knows this is only where Love does begin.
When a mother becomes a Mom, she signs on for life,
Welcomes all the joys to come, knowing too, will be strife.
Her treasure chest of memories, all filed with such care,
Not a single memory will she be willing to ever spare.
Moms are special folks with no other quite as dear,
Who, for the challenging role of Mom, do volunteer
Their heart and Love, their life, with conditions never set
And always feeling blessed being Mom with no regret.
Art/poem by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-05-14 17:00:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
You were born in December
And you wear your trouble like a rough petrifying plum and carry the sadness of 1000 unsung voices
That's about as much as I know about you
Where are the poems about the sorrows of ordinary people?
You are 23
And gazing upon skyscrapers
You breathed in the air of a new America
And searched for your mother's eyes across the canvas of solemn Church ladies
To deal with your depression, you bought a new air fryer, a CD player and unused glassware that still lingers in the depth of our kitchen cabinets
You won't let us touch it
You are 25
And endure the searing of knuckles into skin
Like pillars of stone
A tightening grip around your neck,
hot breath from lips of silk and honey
You are 31
And your hands can heal broken bones
Ready to intrude upon unsuspecting colds, unsuspecting falls and unsuspecting men
Elegant in their form and function,
they create beauty out of nothing
and hold the bronze black skin of my face with calloused fingertips and so much love summer blooms from my cheeks
Black mother's hands are unyielding
You are 37
You bathe the boys
and groan at the sound of me
You are 38
and sorrow follows you into every room like a dark silhouette
You are 45
and have cut yourself in half
Your body ages
and your anger burns into a seam
Your CD player has broken
It is easy to become a praying woman
“Do you still love me?”
I ask searching, for an answer,
Trying not to beg
play your part
win the heart
Mortified mom wrote response in daughter's diary: "I am NOT nosy!"
December 19, 2017, entered in s. Grace's Wonderful One-Liners Contest
Mom is gone tonight
Missing her not in my way
Her pillow so soft
* New Puppy :) in the house *
Tribute to stay at home moms
( from a writing by melvina germain) 10/28/11
To the stay at home moms (sahm) I must say
I honor you in every way.
I made my wife stop working when she got pregnant
Forty six years ago, and real love is what my daughter got to know.
She is there every step of the way and
my heart thanks her every day.
up in the morning at the crack of dawn
To change diapers , bathe the baby, change the clothes
And with the baby is where she belongs.
She is a woman with many hats, and for her
There is no turning back.
A mother, housekeeper , cook, and wife
Accepting all these struggles and strife.
You may not hear her complain
But when things go wrong, she is the first to blame.
We all may have a lot of food on our plates
And forget what they are going thru , but
Do you honestly think you could do her job too?
we may be the bread winners and struggle at work
But we did not have to go through the pains of giving birth.
Do any of you men think that you could hold
A child in your stomach for nine months
Of morning sickness, weird cravings, sleepless nights
And with your partner you would fight.
They could only sleep on their backs or on their sides
Would you like to give that a try?
They look at you in your sleep and thank GOD
For all that you do, but they need compensation too.
There is another hat that they may wear, when
They have to become the C.P.A. and balance
The check book so you don’t overdraft
And turn around and get on her ass.
So many hats and so little time, and when you ask
Them they say they are doing fine.
So to all the (sahm’s) out there with you this poem I share
You deserve not just a flower, a outside dinner
Or a movie, but the biggest THANK YOU
From our hearts, because in our lives
You are the greatest part.