Mom Birthday Poems | Examples
These Mom Birthday poems are examples of Birthday poems about Mom. These are the best examples of Birthday Mom poems written by international poets.
Is age really just a number
With no money no slumber
When birthdays were a fun
Why now I feel that I am done
For each year I used to wait
Now each year appear as bait
When kith and kin were all fam
When we all were herd of ram
When Aunt was another mom
And well enacted the rom com
When Dadu play my super spine
When he’s there for every dine
When love gets lost in labour
No kin, no trust and no favour
In chamber of thorn in all line
Where wonder i if all is fine
In drums of drama’n distance
In every heart there is a fence
A hope resides like star shine
In million miles i may get mine!
Keeto the apple of my eye,
Centre of attraction, smart yet shy,
The little diamond - handsome and naughty,
A new milestone- my baby prince turns 40!
Creeping into mom and my heart,
Always loved and admired though far apart,
Champion in golf, colorful in art,
Keeto! My little star is class apart!!
Full of empathy and very humble,
Smart and stunning, yet so simple,
With soft blue eyes that always sparkle,
With a cute smile he flashes those dimples!
Exemplary and radiant like the sun,
Keeto my precious gem is second to none,
Versatile and talented rolled into one,
Admired, cherished, adored & envied by everyone.
Born from my heart, to my mum he is a son,
Shining bright like the midnight sun ,
He is a superstar, pumpkin photo award he won,
He is extra ordinary , my scottish little one..
Reaching a new milestone, on a new journey he embarks,
Leaving his footprints on different landmarks,
With exuberance he defines benchmarks,
Well aware ,CEO position for him is earmarked
On his Ruby Jubilee today,
Mom and Rima from far away,
From our hearts where he stays,
We shout loud Keeto Happy Birthday!!!
When I learned how sick you became, I knew I had to pray.
If you hadn't died, we'd be celebrating your 77th birthday.
You are the reason why I exist.
You certainly have been missed.
You were born on the side of the road because the ambulance broke down.
You were my mother and I would be happier if you were still around.
You died and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening.
You were always a terrific mother and I'm proud to be your offspring.
I had to accept your death but I wish you were still alive.
You had an abdominal aneurysm and you didn't survive.
The surgeon couldn't save your life even though he tried.
Today would've been your 77th birthday if you hadn't died.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
The days keep going by,
and I am still left wondering why
you are no longer on this earth.
I remember the day I gave birth—
a tiny miracle captured my heart;
gazing at you, I never thought we would part.
My greatest joy was to see you grow;
now you are cold and resting below.
What an honour it was to be your mom;
your memory is like a balm,
soothing me during my darkest hours—
so thankful to call you ours.
Why is the pain so deep?
It brings me to my knees as I weep.
I like to believe that you are still nursing in God’s heaven,
bringing comfort I do not doubt for a second,
doing what came so naturally to you—
dressed as a nurse at two is the picture in view.
The calling you had shined brightly in your brown eyes;
I did not know that you would be saying goodbye.
Thank you, dear daughter, for the thirty years;
and now I am marking two years of your heavenly birthday, it appears.
How is it possible to keep on breathing,
or even finding meaning,
when you left too soon?
I should have wrapped you in a cocoon,
as you are wrapped tightly in my heart
since the very start.
A mother
A carer
An aunt she might be
A growing bond like a best friend is what she is to me
A warm and comforting heart of love and care
A strong personality that would take on a dare
Reflects as inspiration in her glare
Footprints I will follow as it guides me a far
Shadow I want to live in as unique and bright like a star
I might not be there physically today
Celebration of my two favourite people's birthdays -
HOORAY!
Wishing you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
It hit me just today
I saw her in a whole new way
Birthday dinner, just her and I
A thought brought a tear to my eye
Has always been "my little girl"
Now she's about to face the world
Seen her grace of a woman before
Now seeing so much more
Just a girl of seventeen
Trying to find life and what it will bring
Overnight, a woman I see
Transformation into elegance and beauty
No longer a child to hold
She faces life with courage so bold
All grown up, she has no fear
Only memories remain of yesteryear
Last year to find herself true
Final shred of "little girl" for me to cling to
For soon she won't need mom anymore
When she walks through life's front door
So fulfilling- love to watch her grow
Still painful when I have to let her go
I know she is becoming the butterfly
Spreading her wings so she can fly
When I can't weather the storm
Many beautiful memories to keep me warm
This will help see me through
Into her future, she finally grew
She will always be a little girl to me
Her mother- I am proud to be
Mother mother
You are to me
All things good that life can be
This love of life
You gave to me
Then let me love it
Left me to see
The path I would choose
To go on my own
You held in your feelings
And left me alone
The person I was
The person I am
You gave me my youth
Because your my best mam
Forgive me my mam
For the years that we've lost
I should have been home
No matter the cost
So I write you this poem
To say thanks and say sorry
For over the years
For the stress and the worry
That I put you through
I write this with love
and I write this for you
My best mam,
Happy Birthday, Mom
Happy birthday, my mom, I am wishing you all the good
You gave me a life, how can I say thank you? I don't know
God give you in my life, for life, hmm, a great parent, love
You have suffered a lot in my life, Vilmos was a bad boy
Yes, I am not a diamond, but you always took care of me
I love you, oh Mom, your life is mine, mine is yours, our kind
Thank you for your life, and mine, and my father, I love yours
Your lives, implanted in my heart, oh time, God, great parents
We are together in soul, in the God
Happy Birthday, oh my Mom! Love
Vilmos
Your death came as a surprise, it certainly wasn't foretold.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 76 years old.
I learned that you were terminal shortly before you died.
When your life ended, people were sure to be misty-eyed.
If you were still alive, I'd be spending your birthday with you.
When I say that you had love and respect, it is certainly true.
If you hadn't died, today you would be eating your birthday cake.
When I found you dead, it was almost too much for me to take.
Your death was upsetting, painful and very hard for me to face.
Happy Birthday, Mom, you died and you went to a better place.
[Dedicated to Agnes M. Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
Little sister thought of bouquet so sweet,
For her older sister, gift hard to beat.
She gathered spring flowers, stem to top on
Creating a bouquet bright as the sun.
The bouquet grew bigger, out of control,
Blocking her view, she couldn't see a soul.
Holding it, she made her way to the deck,
To surprise her sister, who'd be a wreck.
With a cute smile, she offered the bouquet,
Inside the bouquet, they vanished away.
Mom and Dad are lwondering, in dismay,
Where did the kids go? They can't find a way.
Picture # 2
??????BIRTHDAY WISHES TO MOM??????
Across the miles, a love so true,
Reaches out to wish a happy birthday to you!
Though distance apart, you're always near,
In my heart, where love and memories appear.
Every year, your beauty will always shine,
A radiant soul, with a heart so divine.
Your kindness, care, and guiding light,
Have shaped my life, & made everything right.
On your special day, I want to say,
How grateful I am, in every way.
For the sacrifices, the laughter, & the tears,
For the love you've shown, through all the years.
So here's to you, dear mom, on your birthday,
May it be filled with joy, love, and every happiness in every way!
Though we're far apart, know you're always near,
In my heart, where love and memories appear.
??????VICK MANUEL POETRY??????
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?28th May, 2024.
Shooting bottle caps,
ring finger off thumb.
And a little cake -
the two breaks in half,
fixed with melting wax
and lighter.
Light years of 22
in impromptu breakfast party
then the boy is parting
for Tennessee,
to see to making a few bucks.
Toodeloos to Mom, Dad,
Aunts, Uncles, a random cousin
and a visitor. Who
can refuse to fuse together;
never knowing when
this grouping will reoccur?
Always a little drama, a smile,
too many hugs (we huddle).
Call me. I come. Gather
the troops as todays
don’t come around again,
only the memories; and
they fail to capture
the whole snapshot -
bottle caps bouncing
off familial walls.
My daughter met her boyfriend
At a camp for “special needs.”
Their story started years ago
And this is where it leads –
To her birthday celebration,
Which was perfect, yesterday,
Near at and that boyfriend’s home,
A distance two-plus hours away.
We met early at a diner
For a yummy breakfast meal;
Next came bowling and some mini-golf,
Which both have much appeal.
And the day kept getting better,
For the boyfriend had prepared
The most festive birthday venue,
Showing just how much he cared.
In his yard there were balloons and signs
And music for the mood,
Plus a slide show of their years together
And some special food.
With his chef’s hat and his apron,
Brett cooked burgers on the grill
And his mom provided sides and drinks
Of which we had our fill.
There were candles on a lovely cake
And presents to unwrap,
Plus, we got to hang with Leo
And meet Ezra (‘fore her nap).
As we all sang “Happy Birthday” –
Brett, his bro-in-law and sis
And his mom and niece and nephew,
Me & Mel, I thought of this –
That each one of us, in different ways,
Has “special needs” and yet,
With resolve and love, the day can be
As good as it can get.
The third of May
A long time ago
How can I forget the day
I had to sing hurray
To my beautiful baby twins
Kissing their cheeks is all I could all day
The scent of their tiny bodies blessed my soul
The sound of their cry almost made me run mad
But hugging them swallowed all worries
Seeing them grow was the wonderful story to tell
My neck grew long like that of the giraffe for pride
Even though my neck was long I couldn’t see the future
That on the same third of May I will be sleeping,
Sleeping in the cold lonely dark grave
Not able to see my beautiful baby girls grow,
Glow and grow into beautiful young ladies
Their happiness and greatness is my prayer from the eternal house.
In memory of our beloved Mom
The day you were born
went back to the hospital
where I was forewarned
a little bit into the night
your mother, I just told
to rest her sleepy head
as I held you in the light
it's the drugs go to bed
I guess it'd be the norm
as the test-taker I am,
first as father-dad form
you're evidence I exam
I feel like your mom now
she passed you on to me ...
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as those years were meant to be
forty-eight years and more, WOW,
six trailed the starter of the family.
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April 23, 1976
HAPPY 48th BIRTHDAY
ALOHA ~MY~ SON
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