Child Mom Poems | Examples
These Child Mom poems are examples of Mom poems about Child. These are the best examples of Mom Child poems written by international poets.
Blessed is the mother
who gives, and gives,
and then writes a poem
to know she still lives.
"In-form polarities merge in the heart
One that became two becomes one again
Breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start
God’s grace in-pours as we dance in the rain”
One
Meets one
Three emerge
Three lives joined but
Separate in ways
One emerges to meet one
One meets him and finds she's loved
Yet, those two lives encompass more
All the ancestors that were before
Does the weight of them bare down heavily?
My little cousin, Junior, lost his mom when she was only 39 and he was 9. It was such a devastating time for him – her pet name for Junior was “June Bug”
Junior had a beautiful mom
Unlike any other
Never knew a heart so calm
Ever the amazing mother!
Blessed by her light, her sacrifice
Unending grace beyond a price
Glory to God for love so nice!
A mother’s role is not an easy one,
A taxing undertaking, to be sure;
And if it weren’t for you, I would have none.
But you would make me feel so small, demure,
With words of anger and a cruel hand;
Of my own place and worth I was unsure.
There’s only so much hurt a child can stand
Before they numb themselves to their own hearts.
I know I’m not the daughter you had planned,
But truly we are not that far apart.
I know you loved me in your own way still,
And maybe in that love, we can restart.
Despite it all, I love you even still,
And Heaven surely knows I always will.
looking at the child
sleeping on her lap with no tears~
mom becomes a child
painful contractions
blood bath path to mom and dad
happy birth day babe
As a young child,
I loved to have a coin placed in my tiny hand.
My fingers wrapped around it tightly,
then closing my eyes and making a wish.
Into the fountain it would fly,
the water would splash up saying I have it.
As a teenager,
I would search my change purse for a coin.
The fountain seemed to know I was there,
patiently the fountain waited for my coin to be tossed.
Once again the water would splash up saying I have it,
now I knew my wish would come true.
As a mother I took my son,
to this very old fountain.
I placed a coin in his tiny hand,
he wrapped his tiny fingers around it tightly.
Closing his little eyes he made a wish,
then watching the water splash up saying I have it.
This very old fountain,
had come full circle.
I heard the special child uttered his wow
Midst yehey and yay gestures can allow
Shouting love for Mom with zest
Who does give dead level best…
By her caring deed --- morning, noon or now.
Dad can attest that such is true indeed
Since Mom is civic Ma’am with teaching creed
Having strict tenet, yet sweet
Fixing bib as son does eat…
She’s our madam God blest, meeting home need.
As a kid I had three bunnies,
they were free I paid no moneys.
It was Easter time,
I had won them and they were all mine.
I had to decorate eggs,
some were painted with heads.
I entered eggs and the total was three,
when I won three bunnies I thought I was going to pee.
My mom almost died,
but she gave us all a ride.
Home to tell my dad,
he was very glad.
I am off to join the carnival
Can I go, Mom?
Can I go?
No, honey, you have to stay here.
Learn to cook.
Sweep the floor. It is so much fun!
I run from the house, wearing my favorite tutu
It is a bit tight around the waist, but that’s okay.
When I get to the carnival someone asks me if I am kidding.
That is when I realize there is a child wrapped around my waist.
She apparently would not take no for an answer.
I apologize for wasting the ringmaster’s time
saunter home, resigned to cooking and cleaning for fourteen more years
“I am joining the carnival when you go to college,” I tell my offspring.
She nods, apparently okay with it.
Quote By Poet "Time is a funny thing. It is here, it is gone.
Never to be found again."
As l get older,
I find the same word has different meanings.
I ask myself,
how can that be?
As a child I played by myself,
I was just rambling around to kill time.
When I started working,
the work day went rambling along.
As a new mom the baby phase,
sure was not rambling anywhere.
Now older and hopefully wiser,
I can see how some words have changed my life.
Now as the years have past by so quickly,
I find myself rambling along from day to day.
Pair of sharp scissors,
Release onto a photo,
Mum and dad cut out.
by Maxwell "Max" Sebastian Burchett
However you say the name,
Mom, Mum, Momma, Mommy,
We all feel the same.
Dear Mother, Thank you!
For all you did for me.
You did not have to,
I know, it was all a genuine gift.
You wanted to.
Every meal, all I wore,
Did not matter, if a little or more,
You gave all you had, was mine,
Then touched my heart with loving words, and stories read,
Your voice, stored always in my mind.
The love you gave
Was like no other gift in this world,
Greater than all earthly things.
What carried me on,
What meant more,
Was your gift
Of love divine.
Thank you, Mama!
When your kids are grown your just a mom,
They call you to be their calm.
You’re not allowed to have advice,
Unless it’s about how to remove mice.
A friend sometimes you just want to be,
But as for feelings of the heart, you are only to agree.
The ache of them being no more a child,
With the tears of the past, you are allowed only a smile.
And with great satisfaction,
That you raised them right, and they get nothing more than an infraction.
Into pieces your heart breaks,
As tears fall into your morning cornflakes.
And you spend your day listening for a phone call,
That slowly fades into a night of listening to the sad and lonely rainfall.
© Deborah Seale Schnadelbach 2023
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