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,...

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Brown paper memories she puts in my hands
Twine roughly tied in a bow slightly askew
Part and parcel of a humble life once led?
My defiant eyes meet hers of black velvet dew 

Give me back my Mother I care not for memories
Don’t pressure me into accepting...

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It's always Aldi on a Sunday afternoon.  You're always waiting with your shopping bags in hand, slowly trudging along with your walking stick.  It takes you ten minutes to get into the car.  You never let me help and say "I'll manage...

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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...

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Reindeer wait
   by the pane
I see shapes


A present!
   Santa thinks
I’m asleep 



Smells like mum 
   lent Santa 
her perfume...  ?...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Oh, my brother..
I can see storms causing havoc in your eyes.
All you can do is stare,
seeking comfort from a tombstone.

Beautiful marble cannot reach out to you,
nor can it hold your hand.
Tell me who will wipe away those sympathetic tears?

For I have no sympathy for you.
Because
I...

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He’s just a dog, a mongrel pup that fitted in me hand,
short haired, tan and white, with needs of high demand,
he’s whingy and he’s whiny, I s’pose he misses Mum,
but now his Mum and Dad are what me wife and I become.

And the recommending is...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my fairy-lights in your soul, as you're my home, where this...

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When time stops,
      and the world is resting a little bit
      Where the veil of beauty
      and love is revealed by moonlight

        ...

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