Birthday Mom Poems

These Birthday Mom poems are examples of Mom poems about Birthday. These are the best examples of Mom Birthday poems written by international poets.

Every day is Mother’s Day
we clean, we cook, we sew,
costumes, for kids dress up play
then out to sport we go.
Cricket, swimming, basketball,
gymnastics, ballet too,
soothe away

© Christine Watts  

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

© Randy Johnson  

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

© Michelle Cotter   

soft as a whisper, light as air
layers stacked with tender care
coconut spun like winter’s lace
a birthday wish, a warm embrace

frosting whipped, not much too sweet
but

© Alesia Leach  

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

© Lee Palmer   

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

© Vilmos Zoltan Galyo  

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

© Randy Johnson  

??????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,

© Victor Immanuel  

 

My healthy arm will be your stay; And I will smooth your pain
away; And when I see you hang your head; It will be

© Constance La France  

What is a mother?
Is she merely a caregiver?
Someone to decide?
Someone who provides?
Is she just one piece of the puzzle,
The puzzle of a life…
Does she shine

© Regina Mcintosh  

Into my future, If I get a sudden chance to peep
I'd choose my ninety-fourth birthday hoping am still alive
My mother left us at that ripe

© MB Farookh  

I am
Wednesday morning trips to the local library with my mom and younger siblings,
Wandering wondrous paths through bookshelves bustling with books.
Exploring, savoring, lingering inbetwixt paragraphs,

© Isabella Clark  

You were born on August the 2nd of 1948.
Your death was sad and hard to contemplate.
Today would've been your birthday but you didn't survive.
If you

© Randy Johnson  

Mom, my mother is a woman made of pure gold
Perfect ruby and exquisite diamond
Whose divine decoration
Is extremely beautiful and charming.

Mom is the most wonderful woman

© Hebert Logerie  

My wife's named Irina, though we all call her 'Mom'
    For her is this tribute, our little Psalm

  She cooks delicious

© Gershon Wolf