Mother Epitaph Poems | Examples

These Mother Epitaph poems are examples of Epitaph poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Epitaph Mother poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberQueen Elizabeth Ii

Mother Mary, on your birthday,
will you please intervene--

Bring my prayers to your Son:
God save the queen



[September 8, 2022]


Premium MemberChoosing a Gravestone Epitaph For Your Mother and Father As An Allegory For Writing Poetry

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Premium MemberIn Memoriam: Cousin Bruce



Beneath this green sod, lies
my Cousin Bruce.
It's true, his mother called him
'Silly Goose.'
Oh, that Nordic DNA, those
gorgeous blue eyes, and sense
of humor.
A skier and a Porsche race car
driver, he grew up to be.
Always filled with humor and
a genuine love for humanity.
Leukemia took his life at forty.
He serves God now, in grateful
and glowing, angelic glory.

July 10, 2019
11: 20am PST

Premium MemberElmo Strain 1917 One Day

Elmo Strain

1917  (one day)

On the cusp

Of deliberate morning,

I saw the mysterious light.

I saw the grace of one day.

It was but a momentary specter.

And I was rich for an hour!

It held me in its warm essences,

It dangled me for one flashing hot day.

One single day of human heartbeats.

Please spare me your sad tales,

Of times wasted and loves lost,

Of missed opportunities and decisions postponed, 

Thinking it would never end.

As with you all,

I took for granted 

The ticking tryranny of Old Cronus.

It’s okay mother.

You can let go now.

No tears.

No tears.

Premium MemberChloe Broadbent - Stillborn 1899

Chloe Broadbent

Stillborn  1899


My simple soul, my eyes,
Have never beheld the jewel of the night,
The morning star that ushers in
The dawning of a new day.
My brief inner heartbeat has never felt
The gentle pelting of the rain,
As it descends downward
Gently, peacefully, magically,
Like the mist of a cascading waterfall
Hidden deeply
Far away
Somewhere in the distance
In the mysterious grottos and crevices
Created by God,
My only friend.
Dearest mother.
Although we were together for those nine months,
I never knew you.
My simple soul, my eyes,
Never beheld your soul, and your eyes.
And although you held me,
I never held you.
Citizens of Earth:
You have no idea.
You have no idea.


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