Mothers Day Mother 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 MemberA Mother For Life

A person one loves

Mom of one and all that strives
O'er and under the bed who searches for you
The one that lits the candle 
   and sleeps with you
Honor thy Mother for life
Even without lost pictures 
  or unknown origin of life that bow
Remember who you are

From her, you survived and lived
  what you are and how
On and off the roads you hop and grow 
Reels of trials and challenges you blow

Life lived with or without a mother
In your heart you needed a sister or a brother 
Forever a memory you keep and live by
Every night and day you ask, "Why?"

Premium MemberMother


Although her soul and body
no longer earthly bound
The words my Mother spoke to me 
have now become profound 

She had no fame or money
but now I understand 
Her riches came in wisdom
like the countless grains of sand

Premium MemberMother's Day

Just a day?  I hear you say,
‘What of the other days
When I put on their P.Js?’

Though certainly they endear
It’s much to persevere,
How 'bout we make it a year!

Premium MemberMother’s Day

Morning sunshine is bright like her love
Onyx hair streaked with wisdom gray 
Turquoise sky blessed from God above
Honoring every mom on her special day
Even if your mom is in heaven do know
Red love like roses bloom despite demise 
Smile as she did and continue to grow

Do look up remember her words so wise
Amethyst prayers and silver scripture true
Yellow wishes a happy Mother’s Day too


Premium MemberA Mother's Worries (A Mother's Love)


Last time I saw her, you could feel the autumn breeze
Digging through all these memories of a picture and a thousand words
Remembering all the summers past, with a laugh on this day
Although a mother's worries may seem to go unnoticed
You gave us all someone to look up to all these years
With the silent love two doves could share forever
This is what we all hold onto to, your hand was always there
Raising six from child through every changing season
And, the tears of another sweet sixteen
It was with a gentle touch of a mother's love
You give us all something to believe in
Another photograph will finds its place
There are some things you can't put into words
There might not be a marching band, or banners in flight
Know that the love from all of us, is yours

Premium MemberMemories of Mothers Day


Made motherless 
in your mid teens,
father removed by grief,
brother and sister
crying out, your youth
was taken by need.
Emotions went subterranean, 
kept capped too deep in you 
to weep to the surface.
You became a mother.

As a child
I never knew your pain,
I was too busy with my own. 
You carried those unhealed 
scars under a granite veneer.
Tears were meant to be held 
back and arms kept busy 
baking and servicing
the myriad of chores 
a housewife did back then.
They were not meant
for holding me.

We loved from a distance.
Only in the slow dissolution 
of your dying did we see each
other as we were.
We talked for hours
until words were done
and there came a silence
where existed only love
between mother and son

Premium MemberMOTHER

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cradled in your heart 
loving bond there’s no other ~
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© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberMother

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 I, you may
play dress up
with showers
treat your crown
to flowers
trade in the cold
for warmer hours

M
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     y
 I, you may
tiptoe outside
whisper
to the zephyr
eye the blossoms
as they sashay
port and starboard

M
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    y
 I, you may
remember
Mother’s Day
with tears
and smiles
and cheers

M
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    y
 I, you may
look forward
to Summer days
with a plentiful
garden of praise

Premium MemberOde to Mothers

Mother – thy name is Blessed
	For thou art the
		Nurture of the Soil
		Fruit of Love 
		Product of Thy womb

Thou art the comfort of
		The Soul

None is more blessed by 
		Israel than art Thou
	
MOTHER

Thou art the progenitor of
		The Universe

The Mistress of the 
		Future

	And Time Honors you!


Mel Gill @ copyright 1963
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Premium MemberMy Children's Mother


I chose her alone and not another
To be my children's MOTHER

She is my friend, wife, and also lover
And she he is my children's MOTHER

I am blessed and could not be prouder
Than the husband of my children's MOTHER

A search the world over would not reveal a better
Mother than my children's MOTHER

Premium MemberOh, Mother



Oh, Mother. Daddy went early,
But you stayed a good while longer.

Oh Mother. I have often wondered
Over the years that if Daddy had tasted
Longevity, would I have been stronger?

Oh, Mother. In reality, you made me strong;
Encouraging me to steer away from the wrong.

Premium MemberDear Mother

Dear mother.

I think that I learned how 'To listen',
how  'Not to worry', and how
'Not to whine' from you, mother.

Mother, I never heard you say,
'Don't worry', but your attitude and actions,
and everything about you said it for you.

Mother, I don't remember a single lesson about
'Listening', but as a beautician, I saw your
ears and heart always tuned in as your clients
confided in you. You listened, and they trusted.

Mother, I never saw you 'Weeping and whining'
over spilled milk. You simply poured another
glass of milk. No, Mother. You did not waste
your emotions and time complaining about bitter
days gone by or bad days ahead. You always
believed in a better tomorrow. Thanks, mother.
I miss you.

Premium MemberSon

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

Premium MemberTHE REASON THE GODS CREATED MOTHERS

May we be blessed to understand
how the Gods…
whether it be your God…or another
knowing they could not be everywhere….
all the time…
is the reason
they created mothers.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.

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