Best Mummy Poems
Hey mum, could we have roast chicken for dinner?
You know your roast potatoes really are a winner.
Mum, remember you promised to help with my homework later?
I have to hand it in tomorrow, your help would not be greater.
Hi mum, my doctors appointment today is around ten.
Your picking me up, just wanted to know when.
Hello mum, is it ok for you to look after the kids around noon?
I have to get my hair done, will drop them over soon.
Yes mum. I texted you but you didn't reply.
Anyway did you get all those things I asked you to buy?
Well mum, the thing is, we've been really busy this week.
Could you have the kids overnight now? We really need some sleep.
Hi mum, how are you today? My car wont go!
Can you drive me to work? I really need your help you know.
Mum, when you go to the post office can you grab a parcel for me?
I'd go there myself but I don't like to wait in line you see.
Mums are really angels of God, sent from up above.
To look after children and fill there lives with love.
Happy Mothers Day to all the mums out there.
You may sometimes feel unnoticed but dads are well aware.
Something’s in life will always haunt us but sharing lessens the burden
AU-REVOIR DEAREST MUMMY
Hi Mom,
Please switch your computer on,
Wherever you are,
Perhaps you are that
Brilliant star,
That I see every night,
That shines so bright,
What I have to say,
Will not take all day,
But its time I
Recorded on email
A chapter that I’ve ignored
Of my life,
When you were still alive!
I always did cherish,
Our moments together,
I hope you did too,
For I’ve always loved you,
And my secret hope
From a little girl, was
You would never perish!
We were best friends,
It was so wholesome
But after dad died,
And you cried and cried,
You changed,
You were so lonesome,
But you became
A patriarch,
Not a matriarch
As you always had been,
But a bully,
Which truly
Made me very sad,
As I also missed dad!
Unfortunately we
Began to lose touch,
Although I always
Loved you, very much.
For one complete year
I felt so guilty,
For it was so silly,
That it all came to this,
I was unhappy and
One miserable day,
Gave you a hug and a kiss,
Immediately I felt better!
But you got sick
Shortly thereafter,
With dementia,
Every day was
Heart-rending venture!
You became bed-ridden,
But something in
Your lovable confused
Mind lay hidden,
For you always
Recognised me,
And held my hand,
As you lay dying,
And I was left crying!
All I want you to know
Is that I always have
And will always,
Love you so!
Au-revoir dearest Mummy!
MY DEAREST MUMMY
She is dead now...but I wish she was still here
To celebrate Mother's Day with her loving son
I'll Take her old clock and a fake cake by her grave with me
And a daffodil or two, I am the child she loved.
I will go in the afternoon and stay till I feel
The frenzy in the beckoning call of the unfriendly cold evening dew
Warning me that it is about time to go
To leave and wander on my journey homeward
And to ponder upon sweet green thoughts of her memories
And celebrate her wondrous life and dedication,
Celebrate another soft kissing anniversary of Mother's Day.
By Lord Cam Of Nevis -Poem
There was this enormous Mummy
Who loved to eat foods that were Yummy
She would eat and eat lots of Jelly
Which gave her a big, big Belly
And that was the Mummy with the fattest Tummy!
In the city of the dead, underneath the whispering sands,
Lies a curse written in blood's script.
Beware defilers, for death's vengeance, guards
This sacred tomb.
Beneath wrappings decayed flesh and twisted
Mangled bones,
A forsaken spirit, has been entombed alive.
The god of the dead, Osiris, has brought his wrathful
Judgment, upon this unforgiven wickedest of souls.
Brake not the seal upon the entrance door,
Caution’s salvation, could save your eternal spirit,
From a premature burial.
In beauty's charm this goddess, called once Pharaoh,
Did bless the living with her loveliness.
Yet even Osiris, himself fell beneath divinities spell,
And brought thus goddess unto him.
The Egyptian people cried a rivers tears,
And sorrows angel wept with no mercy,
To lose this queen of Egypt.
But such did a mortal priest, in arrogance
Dare to love she, whom was beyond his reach
And station.
That he read from a forbidden scroll,
Attempting to bring his beloved back,
To life once more.
The night sky, turned blackened red with
Angers fury.
A voice echoed into the desert foul beast,
Harken unto the god of death.
Doomed are thee beyond the crypt.
Dammed is your soul forever.
To guard that which you treasure the
Most, but never to be allowed to touch,
For she is mine and mine alone.
Beware thus disturbing this tomb,
For the living dead guard, she whom is
Most beautiful.
Do not release the living mummy,
For she shall find thee and destroy,
The defilers responsible.
Behold the curse of the mummy,
A death worse than life itself.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Aspen, ponderosa pine, blue spruce
pink glacier-cut rock, scree, ravens
gray jay, peregrine falcon, hawk.
We climb to 11,000 feet in three days,
camp at Lawn Lake for three days. Alpine
tundra. Elk, bighorn sheep, marmot.
Tileston Meadows, ticks in grass,
rock face of Mummy Mountain.
Binoculars show pink cracks in gray rock.
Stoke gas stoves, play cards.
Boil water, set up tarps, lay out
sleeping bags, hang bear bag.
Watch crescent moon slice into
Fairchild Mountain. Moonlight
makes a mosque of the rocks.
Yellow aspen splash in dark green
spruce and pine. Gullies where streams
slash during spring snowmelt.
One rock, feather or flower worth
more than money. Need no wallet,
keys. Just clothes for fur.
All day climb toward saddle to see
what's on other side. One hawk floating
among bare peaks and over valleys.
Wind at 13,000 feet
turns to sleet. Turn back from peak,
take boulders two at a time down.
Winter moves into mountains.
Then we fly from Denver to New York
where it's still summer.
sugar mummy
honey old rich mistress
so lonely yet so wealthy
her desire so close
yet so far
as she is so eager for love
men in her age don't needs her
any more
and now despite
she is rich and wealthy
she is now a hunter
for love
sugar mummy
a business
honey old rich mistress
yet you can never call her old
or else hell will rain on earth
she always feel young than
the youngest girl on the street
as she catwalk every time as
a model
she keeps her eyes open
cos she is a hunter
she knows the most young boys
in her area
she knows their needs
she knows most of the boys
are jobless some homeless
she knows most of them are from
poor families
she knows is easy to catch them
young with her
showers of wealth
sugar mummy
a matured young smart chaser
oh you are a sweet sixteen
the young lover swear
as he lays his head on
her warm big flat breast
in his heart he found a god saint
cos now he could
dress well
eat well
drive flashy cars
provide for his poor family
as his sugar mummy
showers him with her
material wealth
oh sweet sixteen
you are sweeter than
sugar another
bla bla bla
as the young fellow
lost after her wealth
sugar mummy
her charm is so strong
it killing alot young men
out there
she possesses alot power
yet
she possesses alot grives
as she glitters
with her cosmetic beauty
bewarn you young desperate boys
out there
what ever she gave away? is never for free
what ever benefit you gain
from her got a price
as long as you are under her
control
you are okay
once you say No
is better you were not born
so you see all that glitters
are not gold
not even with your
sugar mummy
Placing a red rose on her grave;
tears welled up in his huge brown eyes.
Daddy told him he must be brave -
mummy is watching from the skies.
He hopes his mummy can see him
placing a red rose on her grave.
Losing his mummy was so grim,
her comforting arms he does crave.
He tries his hardest to behave,
but the anger he feels is raw.
Placing a red rose on her grave,
he’d love to see her face once more.
He’s so thankful he still has dad;
smiling, he gives heaven a wave.
Though his heart is heavy and sad
placing a red rose on her grave.
It dawned on me that you had gone, long before I could fathom your character
That thawed my heart away, into a tune that cannot be stopped
A tune of generosity and happiness, Oh mother you lived a life well charmed
Gave alms and the little you had, A smile ever donned on your face
Unfortunately, you left in a dash, not to be seen again.
We have your memories, closely linked in our hearts
Like the woven linen from the willows, we cluster them dearly
But sorrow sips our nerves, to our cradles we fall
For your presence savored our fear, that was too palpable
Even in death, your precepts shall abide with us
So that our sojourn can be a harbor for all
I feel like making a sonata, for us to be connected in a glance
Here you have left us in limbo, with moments of despair
Oh death you are so cruel
Heaven is your new home, we will meet someday
Hope you are watching over us and I will not fear again
For your life’s reflection strengthens me, till the crow of the night fades
I shall feel you close in my heart
For Jesus wipes away our tears as your family
I once had a dream that I was a mummy
Don't ask me why But it wasn't funny
I was scared out my mind
Where is this place and this time
When I woke up I felt like a dummy
I am ready, big day today, my first meal,
And what I smell to my taste does appeal,
You have both been so busy preparing,
Love the deal that the three of us sharing.
Oh, it looks exciting, 3 bowls I see,
Never underestimate me,
Which one shall we try mummy
The orange one looks so yummy,
I’m in my chair, and wearing my bib,
Daddy you have my best pose, hip hip
Hurray, do I hold the spoon,
Or is it still a little too soon.
Hey dad not the aeroplane trick,
That was your era – hic, hic, hic,
I have hiccups, please take the video later,
Dirtied my bib, thanks mom, that’s better.
First taste, first dish, mm, tastes good I’m glad,
Could I have another, oh that tipped a tad,
Looked away, sorry guys, now a third,
Slowly please, I nearly chocked.
I keep cleaning my mouth with my bib,
No more thank you, see my lips,
They are closed tight, and my eyes.
Say don’t proceed past go,
No more, I also have rights you know.
Thank you from the depths of my heart,
You are both the greatest mom and dad,
Can we go hiking tomorrow, love been
Strapped on dads back and mom
Takings shots of every scene.
I think I would like to remain anonymous,
And so my stories will stay unique, never with
Anyone else’s synonymous.
This way no hearts will ever be broken or stolen,
The stork till I know better, had you well chosen.
Dedicated to my 5 month old grand-daughter.
Chloe ann my little baby girl to whom I never got the chance to hold god took you
from me to that special world heven. where you will be with loads of people who
will love and care for you.
Never to see your smile never to hear you cry these are things a mother
cherisesh's from deep with in her heart a special bounding of which no one
could ever pull apart.
you know my heart is always with you even though were apart I love you with all
my heart and dream of you each and every time I close my eyes. your short
bloned hair your big blue eyes your tiny hands and feet and a button nose that
looks so sweet. This from the first and last time I sare you. mummuy's with you
baby even though i'am not insight mummy loves you baby so sleep well and
good nigh.
By Tracey McDonnell
A is for Ant (and for ass, your dad is an example of an ass)
B is for Bee (and for b*stard, your dad is a bast*rd - first class)
C is for Chicken (and for a word I don’t want to say - but see K)
D is for Dog (and also for Dynamite - which I’d like to shove up your dad’s... see A)
E is for Eagle (and for egotistical effing... see K... and C)
F is for Frog (and for Fu*ker, which your dad’s been doing with someone who isn’t me)
G is for Giraffe (and for Git - your dad is a Git... and he has two faces)
H is for Horse (and for Hard Up - which your dad was... in too many places)
I is for Insect (and for Insolvent, which thanks to me, he’ll soon be, with just one legal shove)
J is for Jellyfish (and Judas. Your Dad’s a Judas... with a rash from his illicit love)
K is for Kitten (and for making some words sound worse - see C)
L is for Lion (and Lobster, a creature with claws that belongs at the bottom of the sea - hmmm...)
M is for Mouse (and for machete and for manhood... which gives me an idea)
N is for Newt (and Nymphomaniac - neither should work at IKEA)
O is for Owl (and Optimistic, well, he thought that he left me fulfilled)
P is for Penguin (and for Philandering, at which your daddy is skilled)
Q is for Quail (and for Quickie, the best that your daddy could do)
R is for Rabbit (and Rampant - and once I got that, how did we get you?)
S is for Snail (and for Slug, which describes both your dad and his di*k)
T is for Tiger (and Torrid, your dad was this with some Randy chick)
U is for Unicorn (and Underhand, your dad was this night and day)
V is for Vole (and also VD, hence the rash that was listed in J)
W is for Worm (and for Merchant Banker, thats rhyming slang for your father)
X is for Xerus (and X-rated gel, I bet he’ll work up quite a lather)
Y is for Yak (and for Yesterday’s News, which is all your dad turns out to be
Z is for Zebra (and for Zeees, that his Nympho is catching, asleep next to me)
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[Xerus is a genus of African ground squirrel]
I
Euphonious today is the tone
And though tomorrow is shrouded , unknown,
I trust it holds a blissful opaline pod
And to this repose a prayer to our Lord and God.
II
Some court are songless and dark
Some have lost their Eden park
But I saw a songbird over your window sill
And you sat cushy on Croesus seal
Away, away from fears,away from tears.
III
Your place is among the stars
Where the twelve streams of Elysus
Flow; God has made you
A salt to this nation,
The candelabra of the world!
Choice birthday greetings to you.
Curious Kitty hops onto a table;
it spots a roll of thread with marvel.
It plays with the roll with it's little paws;
this is a cute scene God only knows.
Excitement gets to its head,
making its paws entangled by the thread.
It jumps around the thread, finally getting wrapped.
It calls out for help, for it is completely trapped.
Only the paws, eyes, and nose stick out funny,
making it look like a little, feline mummy.
Date: 16/01/2017