Mama Poems - Poems about Mama

down on the floor hands and feet would lift me ~ i was a plane blew up balloons she made me animals ~ i was dazzled taught me stitches loved skilled embroidery ~ i was craft sown drew paper dolls sketched with clothes to cut out ~ i was prized fun read tales aloud fueled my fantasies ~ i was book hooked spent time with me shared skills and joys with...

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Mama, why is it that you can't sleep well? Do you have insomnia coming on? What's keeping you up even though you're tired? Your husband who watches television half the day,  Your adult child who is packing up and moving away, Your young hyperactive child who likes to play, play, play, The ever present clutter all throughout the house, You set up...

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You remind me of a synchronized play of violins Soothing to the vibrations they play Your touch is the rhythm of a string hold me gently with similarity...

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This is for the sleepless nights you spent thinking 'bout life's ups and downs and in betweens For the efforts you continuously exert, though unseen For the hungry stomach you choose to ignore Just so on our plate you could put more This is for the silent tears you have cried For days when no one seems to be on your...

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back in the day i did not get much schoolin' but mama said boy don't let your right hand know what the left hand is doing and everything will be okay now bring mama her slippers Lord have mercy and thank ya Jesus amen...

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Gladys, an old lady, forgot she was ninety-two Her body cannot do what it could at fifty-two She climbed the farmer’s fence and dropped down six feet Broke her hip, elbow and neck, said her son, Old Pete In the hospital waiting for surgery Ninety-two! She yelped. Surely that cannot be! Old Pete stomped off angry, and left her with me. I...

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It is the quite longing in the heart of a man, to dwell in peace with the woman who bore him To know her not only as a mother but as a sanctuary There is a sacredness to her voice when it finds you in the middle of a weary week Calling not for news but...

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Out of a hole near a pond so small, A baby frog gives a croaky call. But mama frog is nowhere around— A snake lies waiting; dangers abound. The baby frog peeks out of the hole— It knows its fate—no frog would console. With fear, it leaps out into the pond; From there, it finds a way to abscond. It doesn't know snakes...

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My sweetness, from you, my first meal, Exclusively for six. And for many more months after~ The grub that made me tick. You'd go hungry for me to eat. Still my tum begs for more What yours for days has been denied, For hunger there to roar. Empty tummy twirls blank your eyes, Then you fall down and faint. Still you rise just to find...

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my mama is not the women who made me' my mama is the women who raised me the one who taught me kindness, and patience the one who taught me boundaries and late night movies, drinking coffee at 6 in the morning on my way to a tournament the one who always came to support me the one who I replied on the one...

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No one could follow the labyrinth of logic in Norman’s head He is too brilliant for commoners, his overbearing gushy mother said Norman’s commonsense father had other ideas instead She makes too many excuses like she did for our runaway son, Ned....

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The flutes afloat, am I dreaming, it seems not right. Bluebirds - I cannot see their melody in flight. From the grand-girls, I love the sunflowers - a ray. The flowers crisp; I let them die; no other way. Scent of roses, a-breeze;...

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You used to hold me Kiss my cheeks Love me without any hate Feed me sliced grapes I don’t remember those days I find memories I buried Locked up to keep My love for you How do I bury them again Mama tell me please How do I forget the hate you have for me As you throw a vase Screaming away I...

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Look mama, your daughter appears happy, but is slowly dying inside. She is suffering in silence just tryna get by. She learns to build up walls so that no one can ever see, just how badly her heart does bleed She grows accustom to her ways, sabatoging everything in her path. She subconsciously holds alot of...

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1/2/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024 A celebratory mother's legacy and eternal connection with the divine! An expression of joy, praise, and worship, reassuring us that our loved ones who have passed on are now free from sorrow and pain. The image of "mama" dancing and praising in heaven is a beautiful representation of...

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