Best Motherthanksgiving Poems
I smile as I remember the holidays past
The table full
The smells are wonderful
You are in total control
Like a little general you command your kitchen
And all who dare to enter
I love you mom
I smile now for another Thanksgiving
The table full
The smells are wonderful
But the general fights to hold on to some control
I love you mom
The eyes question
You make yourself busy
You need to feel needed
I love you mom
You question many times what you are supposed to cook
And I smile when I get there and you cooked the same as I
You tire quickly but tough as they come you work diligently
Until all is done
I love you mom
We’re a little too fast
A little too loud
Your conversations have fallen quiet
But having all of us around you
I can read in your face is what puts you at ease
It gives much peace
I love you mom
Did you have a good Thanksgiving
Others will ask
It was spent with my mom
So I was blessed
I love you mom
God make me the daughter
That my mom now needs
The daughter becomes the parent
And now takes the lead
I love you mom
You ask the same question
Over and over and frustrated
You figure it out and get upset
I touch your cheek
And say the same thing I always say
That always sounds brand new to you
Mom you can forget everything else
But just remember
I’m your favorite
The smile in your eyes,
The smile on your face
The laughter it brings
It works every time
I love you mom
dedicated to Nell Young Wise
with many, many tears
I burned the crescent rolls,
and then her tears flowed...
We knew they were inevitable,
she was definitely on overload.
Too many people in the house,
and way too much commotion...
“You brought a dish not on the menu?”
Turned her tears into an ocean.
“I’ll just scrape the burned part off,”
evoked another muffled sob...
“My dinner's ruined and nobody cares
I’m just too old for this job.”
“Think I’ll have a glass of wine,
Care to join me sis?”
Think we’re going to need it
To survive this Thanksgiving bliss!”
“I’m never doing this again
I just cannot take the stress…
Hosting a family gathering
Causes me nothing but duress!”
A year since then has passed
My telephone starts to ring
“Coming home for Thanksgiving dear?”
“Of course, what should I bring?”
here I sit words around
thoughts of loved ones I'm putting down
a time past of a place a simple sound
laughs, smiles, and faces holiday abound,
here I sit with memories of you
how early today brought you things to do
the smell of pies yams and turkey too
how anticipation of the day grew,
here I sit smiling and remembering when
how family would gather with loved ones and friends
how around your cooking hard fillings would mend
the day went by so fast we hoped it wouldn't end,
here I sit and I wouldn't want it any other way
thoughts of you...how you looked...what you would say
it's the memories that comfort me and makes it OK
here's to thinking of you mom on this thanksgiving day.