Mother Poems | Beautiful Poems About and For Mothers

Loitering around at the expense of my parents back, I too wish to be at the resemblance of hardworking thumbs, those same fingers that sewed the futile grounds back home, my mother’s yuca farm, my father's dying crops, dance taking their final waltz with the tumble- weeds in direction where my ancestors sleep while their bones continue...

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Why be concerned with transparency People are blind, they really can’t see With distortion and illusion in the word today And bias and lies in what people say Just be who you are, one of a kind The truth will totally blow their mind They’ll be so confused trying to figure you out Their miscalculations will still leave them doubt They’ll still try...

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The mother-in-law woke me with her dry cough. The electric alarm clock is registering 6am; two hours since the baby’s last feed— the one she came to help me with. I crawl out of my warm bed to put the kettle on and select the chipped coffee mug for her. ...

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I’m thinking of a person Who is strong and resilient. Big in personality but size is small. When mad, they turn a green pigment. All is lost when anger worsens. Tantrums raging, escalating. Tired now, limbs in a sprawl. I’m talking about toddler phasing, A daily battle of exertion....

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She started crying in the middle of rages— not the soft kind, but sharp, like she’d cut herself on something I couldn’t see. She slammed drawers. Shouted at a spoon. Broke a plate and sobbed as if the world had cracked with it. Before she left, my mother filled the kitchen with notes written on paper towels— taped to the cupboards, the countertops, the fridge. I couldn’t read, but...

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I heard the pious people say, angels live in heaven, and with the pristine celestial beauty they glow as the sparkling stars in the far away milky way, but I know they often descend on earth to be with us. If you ask me how I’ve come to know, I would say, I’ve seen the radiance of my mother’s heart...

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I know a woman who had lost her love but had a small version to cherish and enjoy... Her life was never easy, and her heart had never felt safe, yet she cared, gave herself to the job and the only tiny person she loved and lived for... Her son grew and from the nest, he flew, and she continued to love and live for him,...

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Since long ago, in this cold world, I feel I don't belong. I'm here and there in corners curled. It is so strange and wrong. Repressed memories, you say? I can't remember, Doctor. I'm trying to remember who I am, ...

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I wish I could put into words the love a mother has for her child. It is a depth that no one else can reach. They are my existence; they are my breath. My children illuminate my soul and give my life purpose. It's like seeing the world for the first time. They are so...

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He was strong in life But even stronger in death He refused to be forgotten So he stained the pavement in his blood A haunting reminder of what was done His blood spoke more than words could It's echo mourned his childhood To his friends and family he was the embodiment of love To the system they called him a thug How can that...

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lullaby has ceased mother sleeps in stars above~ best lie that comforts...

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I pick up the phone to call her But she is not there her phone is disconnected I miss her laugh Her voice inflections I miss knowing she is where she is supposed to be It has been five years two months and twenty-two days Yet in a way, it seems like she passed yesterday or maybe this morning I miss her beef and...

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A beautiful beating heart that stopped — no longer breathing. Her spirit is still alive, an unwavering connection. The link — the missing link — broken in this lifetime, will reconnect in Heaven. I feel her presence over my shoulder, sitting quietly with her grieving mother. Every day my eyes cast to the heavens, trusting in the great miracle of the wonders of God, giving me hope that Heaven...

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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...

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I creep into your room, my steps are unsteady, You went to bed with symptoms of the flu, A soft child’s breath is what I seek, To touch, to comfort—to ensure peace. But as I peel back the covers, I find Your stillness is no longer sleep. I call your name, my voice trembling, Attempt to rouse you from your peace, But you...

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