Best Mothersweet Poems
Pink joy sweet smell,
Love in a nutshell
Adorable, Ezzelle.
Fortune upon us fell.
We sang lullabies, noel.
“The Farmer in the Dell”
Your fears, we did dispel.
Harvested flowers: speedwell.
Time toddled, picking bluebell.
Curiosity played in the stairwell.
Your hurts we cared for well.
School days propel.
Bosoms swell.
Rebellions quell.
Cheers yell.
Amid noble dreams, you dwell.
College! Farewell.
Time will tell.
Choose well wedding bell.
Let God within you dwell.
Love living; live well.
Grow strong, pink pastel.
Mother loves you, my sweet belle.
© May 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
The sweet Soul of a mother is the sweet
smell of Love made from the singing
of birds in the sky.
She holds her little one close to her heart;
and when the precious listens to her heartbeat,
it relaxes and is calm.
Night falls; she rocks her innocent back and forth,
as he is in her arms; arms like a big beautiful bow
around a presnt--a presnt that is Life.
Morning comes and through the sweet song of
little blue birds, the lil' babe awakes. It awakes to
the sight of his only hope and love; his Mother.
Motherhood, such a sweet and loving Soul. A sweet Soul
that is forever in her young one's heart that lives
through her at every breathing moment of existence.
How innocent are thee?
Sleeping in your crib
So peacefully
Children look up 2
Watching everything you do
How sweet it is to watch a child grow
And mature
To buying their first car
And celebrating graduation
Their first prom
The day they settle down
In a nice home
And have kids.
Child of mine
How sweet is thee?
To watch u grow up and get married
How proud to say that I’m your mother today.
Kneading flour on a threshing stone
Working vigorously with failing strength
Your face is now wrinkled
Sweet Mother.
Praying silently with unmoving lips
Breakingly uttering audible sighs
Pondering on what needed to be done next
Oh sweet Mother.
Once so full of vigour and instructions
Though short, an imposing figure
Scolding severely with a fast tongue
Sweet Mother.
Mother, the years have caught up on you now
How then can I forget the memory of times~
Spent in spending yourself selflessly
Oh sweet Mother.
Maama, can I ever cease remembering
Your suffering, labour, toil and love for me
I am so very proud of you and always will
Mine Mother!