Birthday Mom Poems | Examples
These Birthday Mom poems are examples of Mom poems about Birthday. These are the best examples of Mom Birthday poems written by international poets.
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
My wife's named Irina, though we all call her 'Mom'
For her is this tribute, our little Psalm
She cooks delicious meals for our family every day
Happy to do it, without a nickel of pay
Whatever needs to be done, laundry or cleaning
She's on it cheerfully, to her it's not demeaning
For Irina takes pride in a home that sparkles and shines
A comfortable domicile, where we happily dine
The blessings she has brought to us, to count are so many
May God grant her good health and long life ~ to 120!
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Jews traditionally wish each other long life to 120 years,
since that was how long Moses lived. (He passed away
on his 120th birthday).
My mother had nine siblings
Two died young
Survivors were four girls, three boys
Girls were tight
Boys not so much
Four lived to be over eighty
I called Uncle Ray to invite him to Mom’s 80th birthday party
A total surprise to her.
Afterwards, she claimed she had not seen him for forty years.
I had no idea when I phoned him they were estranged.
He lived a mere sixty minutes away
He and his wife both came and glared at everybody.
I thought it would be a joyous reunion
It was not
I figure it will be another forty years
Today is my mom’s 107th birthday
She’s been gone for sixty-five years
Everyday, with love, I think of her,
And, I fight back those tears often.
She was a gem, a treasure, you see,
The finest mom any boy could’ve had
She was always thinking of me.
Written September 4, 2022
[tribute to Elizabeth Agnes
Allport (1915-1957)]
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Submitted to "Remember September" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Dear Mom, you probably think that I forgot
That today is the anniversary of your birth.
I couldn’t possibly, you’re the only Mom I’ve got,
So, let me express in words what I think you’re worth.
I LOVE YOU! That about sums it up.
*Image of Candles at God's Acres by Pixabay.
Happy 93rd Birthday Mom
June twenty-four mom's ninety-third birthday,
No candles or cakes except the bouquet,
Flowers for her and no banquet setting,
Just keepin' it plain -- no scene and fretting,
Illumes shed true we've aged, noted we've grown,
Blooms laid neath her imaged rosette gravestone.
Inspired: 2022 June 16
*HM*
Bite Size Poem no.47
~~Line Gauthier: Judged 2022 June 23
Mom’s birthday was yesterday. She has been gone five months.
FOR ONE MORE CHANCE
I would endure the water boarding,
the squeeze of my hair,
for one more chance
to feel the sensation
of mom’s hands.
Even the years of frowning face,
not unhappy, just a mom
doing her utmost
to take care
and put everything in its place.
I’d do more of what she asked,
even before she asked,
given another chance at childhood.
I’d do it right away.
I’d read mom’s mind,
sit by her side,
fold all the towels,
listen more to her childhood stories,
not talk back, love
her in so many unexpected ways,
all her lovely days.
9/16/2021
Mama knows
we’ll be celebrating
a sadness—
weeping.
she needs flowers—
carnations, her favorite.
her birthday this week.
(dad’s birthday comes first)
shall we place long stems
alongside the purple urn?
i’m crying—
that’s all that’s left.
ashes, we shan’t peek.
we must believe
they are contained;
we must believe
mom’s home
in heaven.
i hope her heart beats
so loud
we don’t miss
the kisses she throws
as we cheer
with her favorite
Manhattans.
three cheers
with cherries—
clinking, a sigh.
won’t be a dry
eye. I
still see her last sleep.
I tug at her cross.
O what a loss.
Mama we miss you.
9/10/2021
When I think of any goodness in me,
It’s all from my mom.
(Dad’s great, too, don’t get me wrong.)
But there was something in the growing up,
Some magical spell,
She made me feel funny, smart,
I could walk right through Hell.
With her lessons taught just south of Heaven
Behind the 7-11,
Forgiveness arrived in heaps and heaps,
Self-expression was expected behavior,
Life was something to savor.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
Thanks for being a lighthouse for my soul,
Forever shining towards love and goodness.
(Dad’s great, too, don’t get me wrong.)
Happy Birthday Mom I miss you so much.
You are still in my heart, so we are never out of touch.
I can still hear your voice and see your sweet smile.
They say life is short, so maybe I’ll see you in a little while.
You are constantly in my thoughts and I am doing just fine.
It’s October the 8th so I thought I would drop you a quick line.
How’s my baby brother, is he keeping you on your toes?
How about those twins, I’m really curious to know?
I have doubled my years since you’ve left and gone home.
My family is close by so I am never alone
Thank you so much for giving me life
I thank God everyday that you were my father’s wife.
Twice weekly I would visit my dear Mom
she'd want piano music for her day -
to hear old-fashioned hymns made her feel calm
so at the old upright I'd sit and play.
The nurse would start to wheel the old folks in
as though some kind of concert had begun!
Eyes closed, toes tapping, each one with a grin
to hear those tunes brought joy to every one.
'Amazing Grace', 'Great Is Thy Faithfulness',
The Old Rugged Cross' and 'Be Still, My Soul',
'How Great Thou Art', and 'A Mighty Fortress',
would make the old feel young; the broken whole.
Those hymns to God relieved their daily sorrow,
reminding them of a better tomorrow.
written 14 Sep 2020 (on what would have been my Mother's 101st birthday)
So much to say
You’re the first one I blame
The first one I shower with anger
You’re the first one I yell at
But you’re the first one I run to
the first one I look for
the first one I need to hug
the first one I ever loved
I love you mom
Happy Birthday
My Mother is way long gone....
But I wish I could hug her and sing her a song.
As her birthday this year is on Mother's Day.
And we cannot blow out the candles this May!
I have written about Irene before.
A most fitting name for a woman who wanted peace
forevermore.
She lives is God's golden city,
And, knowing her, making it extraordinarily pretty.
Have a room ready for me, Mom, when I come home.
So that on the stars and Milky Way, we shall forever roam.
Your daughter...Panagiota
May 10, 2020
2pm PST
My mom -- Let's see --
How old would she be...
She'd be 39 again, I guess
Though to you I confess
She's been 39 more times
Than any clock's every chimed
Oh countless oaths are given to true love
Still few can so survive life's passing tests
And rarer yet are souls bound from above
The fires of heaven lasting in their breasts
A blessing to have witnessed such a bond
The loving ones who gave to me my breath
None others have I known that are as fond
Of honoring commitment through to death
In seven decades now they have embraced
Each other midst a weaving of their dreams
United thru the bad and good they've faced
Each challenge as the truest of such teams
Of all life's blessings I have known and had
None other e'er will equal ... Mom and Dad.