Missing Mom Poems | Examples
These Missing Mom poems are examples of Mom poems about Missing. These are the best examples of Mom Missing poems written by international poets.
No! Mom's numbered boxes! All night we spend
Digging through papered names Red, Other, Mend
We find lights, but they aren't right
missing the Blue Silver White
Santa yawns, says, “Oh man, this house again!”
they say …
you cant take it with you
but you took so many little jewels
when you left -
your smile
your pure, unqualified love
your creativity and expression
your engaging mind
your encouragement, your empathy
your extraordinary patience …
but what I miss the most is
your exceedingly unlimited kindness
and … our talks -
about anything and nothing
and everything …
there was ne’er a doubt my heart was yours
and yours, of course, was mine
the truly ironic thing is
that we conversed SO much -
for many hours on end
when not a single, solitary word …
was ever needed.
oh, how I miss you, Mom
like a clown …
misses tears.
A empty page awaits the perfect words I hope will convey what I feel when looking back at the lifetime we shared.
But I am at a loss for words, for none hold the weight that my heart holds today, now out of sync with the world I once knew, missing beat after beat without you.
August 22nd 1929 – May 23rd, 2025
Thinking of you in everything I do;
gratefully, deep thoughts of you live on.
You are so missed- yet, promise it is true-
until my days expire and I am gone,
live memories remain while I pursue
exclaiming, “Mom, I love you still,” each dawn.
My dusty box of memories
can be compared to
Aladdins wonderful lamp
Yellow brass with a shiny
and elegant appearance
Everyone has a genie
that resides in the subconscious
When the lid is opened
it smells of jasmine and rose petals
feminine and unique
Feeds my heart with
the scent she loved
It did not belong to a royal person
but my dear mother
She was a woman who spent time
finding the right outfit
with different bijouterie
A wide range of jewelry, bracelets,
earrings, necklaces and rings
As an aged photo album -
I let the jewelry
run through my fingers as a rosary
Dear memories flow
Wanted to write you a poem for mother's day
yet with all the words I can say
nothing seems to be good enough
to express the love we had for you
each time I write the tears flow
miss you like crazy mom
so make this short and sweet
mom miss you each and every day
love you more than ever
more than words can ever say
Happy heavenly mother's day.
Happy Mother's Day to all mom's
and grandmother's past and present.
Precious moments are gone
tears of a crying soul that long
here today gone tomorrow
in the heart sorrow
reaching and touching your hand
a heart that felt broken
thousands of words left unspoken
a voice no longer heard
here today gone tomorrow
all that is left is sorrow.
Back fifty-three long years ago, she left;
my Mom- at the young age of fifty-five.
Yet, she is always with me every day;
my heart and memories keep her alive.
Three growing grandkids she embraced and loved;
her gentle heart they shared for just a while.
Then, years flew by- two generations grew-
to crown her Great-Great Grandma with a smile.
I feel her presence in the things I do,
as part of her still grows and lives in me;
and everything she taught me carries on,
as I, a Great-Grandmother now, can see.
In clouds, I often see her gentle face
and know that she's with God, and not her grave-
for she's my Saint in Heaven- there to be
the inspiration I will always crave.
*Image of Looking Out Windows by Futurity.
Futurity
I can still see dad's '65 Rambler
I can still see mom's Pineapple Upsidedown cake
Too bad I cannot still see them...
2023 January 10
Quote this
~~Rick Parise
In comfort next to you mother,
fifteen Christmas I spent with you,
in time’s orchards fruits picked together,
those fruits now bitter without you!
Tears that run down my pillow,
are tears that will not dry,
With years hope heart will mellow,
I shall try not to cry!
‘In praise of the Ode’poetry contest
2nd placement
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topic 3 about an orphan
8 lines 6 words each!
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
Missing Flowers
There are no blooms on the table.
Nothing in the vase by the window.
Empty water,
in the one near the door.
Outside in the garden...
Nothing.
The cheer is gone from my office.
The joy is absent from my rooms.
The kitchen...
no reason to bake.
The garden no cause to sow.
Remnants lie on the table,
quilts unmade,
letters unwritten.
The sweetness gone,
from the tea.
You never call.
I am not important.
That is okay.
I am lifted knowing...
"He" is with you.
All that has passed,
from the first I saw your face,
to the last I savored your visage,
has been a humble...
blessing in my life.
Thank you Lord,
for my kid.
Soon creates our journey of parts...
A barren soul
ones whole
touch of grace
ones safe
walk through time
ones fine
A tired soul
ones hold
touch of face
ones grace
looking glass
ones past
A mind made to wander
ones years made to ponder
The days are upon us
ones days remembered a wonder
Hours of peace passes by
ones essence put asunder
Now commences our journey of hearts...
2019 September 13
It's been 21 years since you went away
And I have missed you dearly every day
Never one more gentler, kinder, sweeter
Most supportive and ever understanding
Your ears were constantly opened to others
Your big heart was filled with love so genuine
I'm thinking about and missing you this Spring morning
You were always encouraging and believing in me
I always felt your love reaching out
And in your eyes, I saw no doubt
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These words of sadness sleep inside my heart
and they lie dormant for a while until
my mind awakens them with thoughts of you;
the years we've missed together, dearest Mom.
So young you were that day you left, and I
had not a chance to give you my last kiss
and thank you for our years together spent:
the loving ways that you passed on to me.
I write this poem too, with thankful thoughts.
The years went by, but you still live in me.
These words of sadness sleep inside my heart,
but all you taught remains my guiding light.
I write to you, my thoughts, with weeping words
then tuck them in my heart to sleep again.
October 6, 2017