Mother Child Poems | Examples
These Mother Child poems are examples of Child poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Child Mother poems written by international poets.
Absorbed in a story
disengaged from the world
Embryo position assumed
the wonder of birth
Characters larger than life
plot nary a stall
Mother smiles fondly
she, who’s directed it all
Your wild inner child is obviously broken
Despite big smile your words when spoken
Seem to bleed from lack of something
Could it be a dream or just a need to scream
You tell stories of never being allowed
The little things of past precious child
You feel you raised siblings at home
While still a child when days were long
Your body grew into womanhood
But it’s true your inner child stood
Stuck in time in limbo as little kid
Life wasn’t simple and you did
Eventually fall in love with a teen
Who for you bore kids despite dream
To be an artist and be so esteemed
You’re trapped by life you want things
The little kid inside wasn’t ready to be
A mother a wife as destiny winds sing
Perhaps next lifetime you will find
All your hopes and dreams in time
Fathers,
You learn from them,
For better or for worse.
How to be, or not to be,a husband.
How to be or not to be a parent when it's
your turn.
There are no books, holy or otherwise.
And religion is all but useless,
It has no moral compass
Holy images on walls,stautes,moving or mute
Never,kept a mother or wife safe in her home.
Respect is basic instinct
One either has,or, hasn't got.
' He'll be on his own yet,'
My mother often exclaimed.
When there was nothing else left to say.
And true to her word;he died alone.
The dark cloud lifted,the light broke through.
The voilens played
The mad lady sang.
And I danced around the grave.
Driving on a two-lane road,
my mind focused and easy,
no worries, no mental load,
I felt good, free and breezy.
Chatting with my backseat child,
enjoying together time,
our moods were playful styled.
All things were surely fine.
A sports car came way too close,
then it slowed, but it did not pass.
Just then, my son’s question rose,
“Why is that man doing that?”
“Son, it’s how traffic news is signaled
when drivers' voices cannot be heard.
Middle fingers mimic the crass tones
of a vile species called 'Greeting Birds."
In the hushed thrum
between first light
the first bird
the first mist's
touché touch on cheek
the world pauses
to catch its breath
to sigh softly—
like a mother at
her babe's first cry.
She is the life source, a vital essence
maternus unwavering vow
instinctual guard and guide
from conception onward, no end
in her arms an eternal bond
a babe’s birth right, his light
when asked for a sign by the night star
a glimpse of beauty a moment no less
and when ether’s smoke rises afar
She’ll lift him toward the dark vastness
Complimenting the mother’s essence, & its symbolism
Mother's Day Tribute
5/10/26
Hey daddy, look at me.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
securely sheltering it in her shell
nurturing while within
heeding to each gentle whisper
to each tap from tiny feet
in time She curls it in her embrace
caresses it in her hug
fondles it with boundless care
cuddles it with sweetish love-
when fully fledged, sailing the high sea
will it care for the cowry shell, its first home!
free flowing hair, wistfully twisting in childhood.
SHE plants her feet firmly;
HER foundation of safety and security.
HER heart beats petals of joy;
HER inner mouth curves upwards.
but like a sturdy oak, with boughs on hips,
and like an owl, with steady gaze,
HER eyes will follow the girl’s date as he pulls her outdoors,
for he forewarned HER, this teen in a trench coat.
SHE adapts to the darkness of the Black Forest.
Just as a butterfly
Knows its worldly meadow
And lands on springtime buds
Leaving special footprints~
Mothers teach their children
With true love-filled knowledge
Shaping their existence
As bearers of new life
A mother's figure from my dreams,
shining bright through the sun beams.
You come like an angel so very sweet,
as many butterflies come to greet.
A world is now filled with love,
together can we both fly like a dove?
My hands are fuller,
Time spread across thin.
days I wish to end,
before they would begin.
As a woman who was losing,
I lost myself in sin.
As a woman who’s now a mother,
I strive for them to win.
My pride expands
with every chuckle,
each mischievous grin.
My hands may be fuller,
time harder to pin.
Yet all cherished in the same space,
a place , deeply guarded and special within.
Through the eyes of a child
the world is innocent
free of evil and ill doings
there is no color separation
everyone is taught to be friends
eat together- play together
everything is carefree
there are no worries
mother and father
will always be there
everything is at a child's fingertips
innocence is a virtue
until it is taken
A child gone but not just any child.
The Son of God and of Mary, mother mild.
With her husband, Joseph, she searched for three whole days
And when they found Him they were both amazed.
A child gone, and only twelve years old
A little sheep that had slipped out of the fold.
Why the boy would wander, they just could not conceieve
And when they found him they were both relieved.
They found that He was missing. He was somehow left behind.
They searched Jerusalem but they couldn’t find a sign.
They found Him in the temple with the teachers of the Law.
They were listening to Him in wonder and in awe.
A child found, with Mary reconciled
A happy end to a mother’s frightening trial.
Finally, together, for home did they depart
And Mary pondered all this in her heart.
Blessed is the mother
who gives, and gives,
and then writes a poem
to know she still lives.