Mothers Day Mom Poems | Examples

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Premium MemberMother Of Life


The miracle of birth alone 
For unto you can only be known 
Now your arduous journey has begun 
Like a flower blossoming under the sun 
The pain and emotions you go through and endure
A love unsullied and so pure 
And the source of strength you somehow derived 
Till your new born arrived 
For unto one’s life is born another 
There is no love greater than that of a mother


Premium MemberSon

S=Son you are the very best
O=On Mother's Day and everyday and every
N=night.

Premium MemberMy 1st gift to Mom

A clear-beaded mousie
with a pointy black nose,
twitchable beaded tail,
and ruffly yellow clothes.

The tail can tilt her head--
she nods without a squeak!
Quiet little church mouse,
I bought from a boutique.



(True story!)

Premium MemberThe Life of a Mom

teeth marks in this page
some puncture wounds
I write anyway
Loud music from hallways
Annoying kid argument
I write more rapidly
Knowing kids and dogs will find me momentarily

the life of a mom

Premium MemberA Little Psalm For Mom

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!



   _______________________________________________ 
   Jews traditionally wish each other long life to 120 years,
   since that was how long Moses lived. (He passed away
   on his 120th birthday).


Premium MemberA Real Mom

A Real Mom

My real mom, 
let us starve sometimes. 
My claimed mother fed us, 
when we were hungry. 
My real mom, 
did not care if we had shoes, 
or the blues. 
She did not care to hear... 
about step-father lies, 
as that is how she felt, 
about things. 
My claimed mother, 
gave us blankets, 
and lunch money, 
bought what was needed... 
when there was a miracle to be had
and we were beyond sad.

My claimed mother, 
is an angel. 

My real mother... 
is not really a real mother. 
My claimed mother... 
is!
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberRock Me

Rock Me

Dearest Mother, 
how should I begin? 
You were/are mine, 
"Claimed", forever.

You adopted me, 
to see that life was not...
meant to be: cruel or hard, 
evil or even maddening and manic. 
It was instead, 
a gift and blessing. 

You made me feel of worth, 
and that I had some value,
to someone... 
other than the darkness.
 
Then you blessed me 
beyond all reason, 
and told me of Him, 
on high... 
You really do love me I know. 

Miss you Mom.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberA Letter To Mom

This is just a note to say,
How much you mean to me,
How special are my thoughts of you,
How much you'll always be,

A very special part of me,
A warm spot in my heart,
And though you're years and miles away,
We're really not apart;

And though the road I walk be long,
With many twists and turns,
Your memory will light my days,
As though a candle burns,

Within my heart dispelling gloom,
Encouraging my spirit,
Enabling hope to come again,
With sweet words of endearment.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberHappy Birthday, Mom





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
 


Premium MemberMom

Motherly making modestly comforting comes to me
Orderly onslaught of ordinary endearing caresses
Maintaining assurances endearing a masterful heart



---MOM




5/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Premium MemberHappy Mother's Day Poetry Soup Mother's-

To all those mothers that make homemade and or can or powder soups; To all those nature waters in this exclusive group; A prayerful inspirational beautiful; This is the truth; To every woman who's a poetess; The brilliant word sleuth; Thank you for all you do; God bless you; And the children who; You co created This is the truth; You belong to an exclusive group; Poetess, author, writer sleuth; God bless you, thank you for all you do; HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY ALL YOU MOTHER'S of Poetry Soup; 5/10/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020

Premium MemberReturning the Favor

“What are you doing, son?” she asked after he began to carry her
when she was having trouble as they walked down by the sea?

“Just returning the favor,” Mom, he said, 
“for all those years…you carried me.”
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberGood Morning Mom

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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Premium MemberA Prayer For Mother

I prayed many years ago
For a favor from the Lord.
I asked Him for a special gift
One that I could not afford.

I thought about the blessings
My mother gave to me,
And nothing here on earth  
Matched her generosity.

So one night, I laid in bed,
Gazing up toward Paradise.
I asked that He would make for me
A crown, surpassing price.

One bedecked with precious stones;
Of gold and glorious metals.
The finest heaven has to give
That my debt of love be settled.

I believe He heard my prayer
Though God has other, greater crowns
Mine will satisfy my soul’s travail:
To crown her brow as praise resounds.
© Tom Valles  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberMom's Inner Voice

When she wondered if she had ever seen anything as beautiful as her baby
a voice inside her answered
Never
and when she wondered how long this feeling of love would last
that same voice whispered
forever.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.

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