Son Mother Poems
These Son Mother poems are examples of Mother poems about Son. These are the best examples of Mother Son poems written by international poets.
Christmas is Special
mother, birthday, christmas, jesus, miracle,
Submitted Dec. 9, 2022
Wooed by the Spirit's Immaculate Grace,
The Blessed Virgin Mary couldn't say 'No.'
(She could've, but the Incarnate Embrace
let her instantly love Baby Jesus,...
mother, family, giving, me, mom,
I built a new stand for my mom
A pine tree was into my palms
It was for our shoes
And also boots too
Did all the work till...
The Pearls in The Ocean
devotion, heart, love, mother,
My mother is like the ocean
She gives a lot of devotion
So around her neck
I put pearls perfect
For all her heart's emotion
son of a tank
your life wasn't easy
I was nine that morning
your battered face
you said you ran into
a clothesline pole
but it was a tank
the same one...
To My Wonderful Sons
depression, loss, love, mother
To My Wonderful Sons
Life is not perfect, and most of the time it's unfair, but the days I had my boys, I had not another...
To Jesus' Mother, --yours, and mine-- Love Divine:
beauty, jesus, joy, mother
Your titles bring me reverie,
but even so,
a unique "you" helps me on every
path I go...
Our Lady of Good Counsel? Sure,
Sweetest Mama Mary, most pure?
CALM THE NURTURER-
analogy, caregiving, inspirational, mother,
Calm the nurture
calm the nurture
Ease the burdens Lord
comes the nurture
comes the nurturer
single alone but as you keeping her whole
The Disheveled Prisoner
betrayal, conflict, mother son,
A bum rap the disheveled prisoner claims
Clamoring about in his padded cell
Unable to recall the women he maims,
He made their lives a living hell.
Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - May 4th, 2005
mother, absence, age, anniversary, birthday,
Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005
untimely death sentence ordained
approximately six months prior
to mother dearest celebrating
her seventieth birthday,
Child of the Christmas Night
mother, baby, child, christian, christmas,
This is the time of the first sunrise
When light self-born came as a helpless babe
With hands to wipe away Mary’s tears
And to wipe away seas...
Swaying tall and pliant
like lanky-legged teenage girls,
flashing eyes as blue as any
July summer’s sky, they wave
me down (I’d like to think)
to stop and pick them...
mother, birth, dad, father son,
The tale I tell is about three brothers
All three of them had different mothers
All three had the same dad
One thing still made them sad
Fifty years ago today, on this National Holiday,
I was busy laboring away..
At the tender age of twenty-two God blessed
me with a son, Matthew..
Heaven opened up...
An old New England Tombstone
Here lies a mother and son.
She died at twenty-one
he on being born.
Death took both away
in a single day.
She lost a son who never grew,
YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT
mother, angel, child, color, death,
The Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
A skeletal knock overturning a bowl of oats
Smelling of frankincense and ashes
To carry you to a yellow field...