Best Mum Poems
Mum sat in her aromatic garden,
admiring its charm and grace.
It was a cold morning,
but mum never seemed to feel it any more.
Her eyes were tired, life's adversities had taken their toll,
yet the smallest things filled them with joy.
Like the perennial ivory lilies blossoming
among her loyal, royal forget-me-nots.
The tranquil scents of lilac lavender,
blooming among radiant Jerusalem sage,
always made her smile.
Her hands were wrinkly, but resilient,
despite years of hard work as a single mother.
Still strong enough to tend to her grandiose display
of ruby red, aureolin yellow and puce pink roses.
Mum always told me the thorns were like knights -
there to protect the rose's fragility.
That a woman is a man's most precious flower,
requiring tender care and appreciation.
Evergreen conifers parade along the perimeter of
my lovely mother's garden, like a colony of soldiers,
protecting a beautiful, yet delicate,
Japanese cherry blossom tree.
Mum always told me it reminded her about life,
how everything was temporary, just like its fragile buds,
that only blossomed in the spring and
how the lightest breeze blew them away.
Mum taught me so much and was my inspiration,
picked me up when I was defeated,
taught me that only in defeat do we learn.
When the world tried to change me,
taught me to accept myself,
to love myself before I could love others
and be true to who I am.
As I sat with mum admiring the beauty of the seeds sown,
melancholic tones flooded my emotions,
wondering how I would cope without her.
Was I selfish wishing to die before her,
so I would not have to mourn for her,
but it would be so heartbreaking
for her to mourn for me.
My contemplation was interrupted by an outbreak of rain.
Mother simply smiled and said:
"Rain is mercy from God, my son."
Written 26 February 2016
I am from Great Britain – it’s not a rumour
I always try to write with a sense of humour
In 1996 we moved to live in the Isle of Man
I can say with hand on heart that I’m Jan NOT Stan
Work with youngsters who have ‘special needs’
Very rewarding occupation - but challenging indeed!
I am short in stature – guess I have low ‘elf esteem’
Tall greying men I adore – I love to see them in my dream
I love to eat plain chocolate – don’t need to watch my weight
I’m really quite petite – my hubby thinks I’m great
Met my husband Bob at Radio Lollipop
Both were volunteers – he loved my low cut top!
Love to listen to music and go to hear a live band
Best gig ever was ‘Queen’ - the best band in the land
I have a wonderful son he is my pride and joy
He’s at university now – no longer my little boy
Started to write poetry when my husband got cancer
To get my thoughts on paper to me it was the answer
My friend Jenny Brewer introduced me to poetry soup
Took me a month to join but I’m so glad I joined this group
Wrote thirty poems with Darren as Jadazzle United
When Daz returns to good health I will be so delighted
I am happy when with friends but like my solitude too
Try to do my best in everything I do
The past 14 months have been so challenging for me
With writing I can escape and set my emotions free
Now my dad has passed and mum is in a care home
I am now ‘free’ and my self-confidence has grown
12th April 2015
Contest: Bio of a Poet Tammy Reams
~awarded 1st place~
Engelbert Effleflump put on his disguise
Climbed in his orcetector and rose in the skies
For his mum hated flying and must never know
That Engelbert’s job was in an aerial show
Poor Engelbert hated deceiving his mother
He’d go out of the house under cloud cover
He’d loop the loop in pink polka dot skies
Twirling in his orcetector each time he flies
Over mountains of candy and lollipop trees
Floating on green clouds and lemonade seas
Only children knew his secret, they’d point with delight
Look there goes Engelbert - he’ll be home by midnight!
But disaster happened on one foggy day
Poor Engelbert crashed at a flying display
He was not badly injured - only his pride
But how could he tell his mother he’d lied
Unable to continue flying he told his mum of his work
When she discovered his secret life, she went BERSERK
She shook her gold furry arms high in the air
Now confined to his room Engelbert did despair
Engelbert begged and he pleaded, but she wouldn’t listen
Tears formed in his orange eyes, oh how they did glisten
That night he decided that he must simply be free
Couldn’t live with his mother – how they did disagree
Next morning he munched on his wigglerly grub
Drank his foaming juice from the chocberry shrub
He announced to his mother that he had a plan
We would get a new job, become a delivery man
Engelbert moved into a chocolate house
He lives there with his purple pet mouse
His new job lets him work at his own pace
Delivering dreams to Effleflumps in outer space
* an orcetector is a word that was made up by the little girl I used to be a private nanny to - she was just 2 years old and she couldn't say helicopter.
Contest:- Children’s story Dr Seuss Style
Sponsor:- Casarah Nance
~awarded 4th place~
08~21~15
Mom caught her boob in the washer’s wringer
Rotor made Mom an opera singer
Tit for tat, she got redder
Pop struggled with the lever
I pulled the plug, was able to spring ‘er
Wow! Mum is the word on this awful day
We don’t refer to this deed of foul play
“Hah! Your Dad’s a dud," she cried
As with pain pills she was plied
Now under the radar Pop stays away
*Entry for David William’s Palindrome Mad Contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
Palindrome Words:
Mom, boob, rotor, tit, tat, redder, Pop, Wow, Mum, refer, deed, Hah!, Dad, dud, radar
I wish I could walk without feeling pain
I wish I could live my life again.
I dream of a time when I could run like a deer
I could jump like a gazelle with nothing to fear.
I could climb like cat and swim like fish
I can not do these things and yet I can wish.
I can dream of a day many years gone by
I could dream and pray for that bus to pass by.
I could dream my mum missed it and didn’t get on
I could dream she forgot my vaccination had not been done.
I can sit here and daydream day after day and wish that jab had gone right
I can dream I am fit, but I’m not, it went wrong, and now I have learned how
to fight.
I can if not careful, wish and dream my whole life away
But there is no point in that, that’s what I say.
But the vaccine went wrong, and no wishes or dreams can it change
I just have to get on with my life, there is no sale or return or exchange.
Wishes are for kids and dreams are for bed
I wish I was a kid and could lay down my head.
I am tired and fed up and the wind is so cold
I wish I did not suddenly feel old.
I am reading this back and thinking boy, this isn’t me
I am going to get up and with a certainty
I am going to fix that toilet for once and for all
Even if I have to rip it off, that bloody bathroom wall.
Self Pity is over and I feel a bit of a nit
And my last dream is I am back in bed with Brad Pitt.
How do I begin to describe you
Such an incredible person
Yet even now you doubt your abilities
You lost your own mum when you were eight - you never ever got over it
You worked all your life, started off by working in a bank for almost 20 years
Then when you had children you ran a village shop from home
But also helped run the smallholding where we lived
You even had an evening job to bring in extra income
Then you began working in a care home and that had a big impact on you
At 50 you changed direction in life and studied and trained to be a nurse
No mean fete with two children to bring up
When you retired you continued to work in a care home
Then you undertook charity work every week still continuing well into your eighties
In fact you were on your way to work at the charity shop when you fell
You were found lying in the street …
Two bleeds on your brain and over three months in hospital
How you pulled through I will never know
Yet you battled on and are still with us still
Now you have short-term memory issues and are going blind
Fate struck a cruel blow when dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer
He passed away in February
Your lifelong partner for nearly sixty years
Your world turned upside down and now you live in a care home
We are selling the family home - gosh I find it tough emotionally
I know we have lost dad but I feel like I am losing you too
You are helping me clear out things from the house
Items you have known and loved for many years
Sadly we can’t keep everything
It must be so so difficult for you, yet you never complain
I just want you to know how much I love you
How much you inspire me
We only have one mum and I am so lucky I have you still
Written for a previous contest but too late to be submitted
Placed in Judy Konos' Contest - tell us about your mom
18th September 2015
Reindeer wait
by the pane
I see shapes
A present!
Santa thinks
I’m asleep
Smells like mum
lent Santa
her perfume... ?
Mum has been in a care home since dad died . I try to see her every day except when I’m unwell or on holiday. My dad gave my sister cash for 'travel' but she's never visited and for the last 2 years not sent birthday or mother’s day cards or rings her, so my visits are very precious to my mum.
When I visit my mum I take:-
One loving heart
Two arms to embrace her
Three ideas for memory games
Four funny poems to read to her
Five pounds if her wallet is getting low
Open ears ready to listen ...
Self control for when she is incorrect!
Tissues for tears of laughter not sadness
Willing hands when she needs help toileting
Patience for when she repeats herself
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Hear
3/8/19
I bought a white mum plant last spring
It wilted quickly, but the plant stayed alive
I put it in the ground hoping to bring,
Life back again, so it would survive
Now it is November, the air is cold
But it is blooming white flowers brightening each day
It is strong, alive, persistent and bold
This white mum highlights my path on my way
Heidi Sands
11/27/20
When time stops,
and the world is resting a little bit
Where the veil of beauty
and love is revealed by moonlight
- I don't want to give you red roses
- or blue violets
- even the finest diamond is not enough
... a mother understands what a child does not say
04/30/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Free verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest
* Original title: Gift
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
photo: 1
2nd place in the contest
Raindrops
I must collect
In a jar on my desk
For all the tears my mum shed through
My storms
Trying something new , If you think you see something or someone you recognise .
It is purely coincidental.
I met a romantic queen
and made love to her in a dream
Her mum said . Put him down
Drive him out of town
You've no idea where he's been .
I have a friend named A.D.
I adore all of her poetry
Her writing puts me to shame
but when she mentions my name
I feel like she's flirting with me.
A beautiful lady named Nette
Said she wouldn't be kissed for a bet
but a gentleman I aint
If I kissed her she'd faint
and she'd be forever in my debt.
Our very good friend Tim
Swore a beautiful woman was stalking him
but since he's been missing
He's discovered French kissing
Now our chances of finding him are slim.
I know a young lady named SKAT
When she makes love, She purrs like a cat
She is such a cute kitten
I admit I am smitten
and I wouldn't mind hearing that.
We have a beautiful friend named F.J.
I asked what she knew about kissing one day
I could tell from her wink
She knows more than we think
and a lot more than she's willing to say.
LOL
I'll work on it.
Recent events in my life have made me think about love
and saying the words ‘I love you.’
My father was recently diagnosed with terminal cancer
Every time I see him and mum I say how much I love them both
- one day soon I will never be able to say those words to them again.
The words ‘I love you.’ We use them with our partners in a romantic way,
maybe we don’t say it often enough and just take it for granted that they
know we love them.
I say ‘I love you’ to my son – maternal love – to me it is simply the best feeling
in the world
Close family – we love them but in a different way to that of our partners
and children.
Darren Watson’s unexpected recent illness has made me appreciate how
lucky I am to have wonderful friends and I just want to let people know
how very special they are to me.
You may have noticed that I always sign off my comments
with ‘Hugs Jan xx’ – two expressions of love
and we all need a hug and a kiss from time to time.
Jan Allison
22nd August 2014
I have reformatted the poem a bit so you can see my words in full
Dripping doorsteps or bubble and squeak
I ate so much I couldn't speak
Apple pie and clotted cream
Used to make my taste buds scream.
Home made parkin or treacle toffee
Steaming mugs of dads camp coffee
Corned beef hash or dumplings and stew
Onion gravy with a Yorkshire pudding or two.
Roast beef sarnies covered with mustard
Sherry trifle with banana custard
Hot steak pie and mushy peas
Cauliflower and melted cheese .
Lemon curd tart or angel cake
The sausage rolls my mum would make
The massive helpings on my plate
Turned me into a heavy weight.
My mother thought it a wonderful sight
To see a child with a healthy appetite
After years of dieting I'm now much thinner
Though I must admit I want my dinner.
Animals have moved in next door
That must be true somehow
I swear I heard my mother say
She's a sour faced old cow .
Now she is a dirty cow
For not keeping her curtains shut
and my dad has had a rollocking
For staring at her butt .
I didn't know cows should wear a bra
but mum says ''she's showing all she's got''
To a teenage boy fresh out of puberty
That cow next door sure looks hot .
Now mum is going ballistic
She swears the cows neck is made of brass
Just because she wears a skirt
That barely covers her ass.
Now they are the best of friends
We've torn down the garden wall
Girty next door loves bingo
So there must be no barriers at all
Its not a game for me to play
but I choose my bingo ball
Dirty girty number thirty
Please give me a call.