Birthday Mother Daughter Poems | Examples
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Do not….
I repeat…
Do not not not not not
Have brand new carpeting put in
The same day as a rain storm and an 8-year-old girl's slumber party.
I am usually the fun-loving, happy, excited birthday girl’s mama.
I was yelling my head off within hours as thirteen girls tromped mud
onto my brand new carpeting
in the dining room where the sliding glass doors were
through the living room
up the stairs and into the bedroom.
My eight-year-old daughter straightened me out.
Remember Mom, all of these girls are not as smart as I am.
I can tell them and you can tell them, but they are excited.
Some of them have never been to a slumber party.
They need a bit more fun and less drama from you.
I stopped yelling at that point, feeling badly about my behavior.
Nothing new; nothing normal. Not much to talk about.
She speaks of people I do not know.
I have already told her my stories.
She is my mother, yet, what do we have in common?
I visit less and less often.
Angry about one thing, yet I do not tell her.
Figuring she should know how she wronged me.
Not enjoying our visit actually. A have to. Her birthday week.
Nothing new. A stilted hug good bye.
She is not a hugger. She says I love you only on the phone
When she cannot see me. I do not say it to her either.
Two women who do not know each other.
Looking back now I wish there had been more.
But there wasn’t.
And now there is no second chance.
Tomorrow is June 11th
My mother’s birthday
Her first one in heaven since her birth
The day I am determined to return to the land of the living
I will visit my favorite gardening store
Pick up some garden gloves, birdseed and plants
I will nurture myself with plant therapy
In honor of my mother
Who will be glad I am revived, and alive
I am looking forward to the risk.
I plan to make the most of it.
My first venture anywhere since March twelfth.
If it is the end of me
So be it.
I will join my mother and we will enjoy my beautiful yard.
an LP where a mother should be
flip and repeat
embracing divine madness
*Bette Midler, Divine Madness Concert Tour 1980
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Mum has been in a care home since dad died . I try to see her every day except when I’m unwell or on holiday. My dad gave my sister cash for 'travel' but she's never visited and for the last 2 years not sent birthday or mother’s day cards or rings her, so my visits are very precious to my mum.
When I visit my mum I take:-
One loving heart
Two arms to embrace her
Three ideas for memory games
Four funny poems to read to her
Five pounds if her wallet is getting low
Open ears ready to listen ...
Self control for when she is incorrect!
Tissues for tears of laughter not sadness
Willing hands when she needs help toileting
Patience for when she repeats herself
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around her neck
she wears her heart
dangled on a silver chain
the pink of polished quartz
-- more valuable than any treasure --
the special gift she gave
her precious daughter
now each caress awakens memories
of Sophie’s laughter and
million dollar smile
in the blissfully awaited moment
of forgotten visits to the cancer ward
she can still see Sophie
blowing out her birthday candles
her eyes lit up with joy
and when she clasped the chain
around Sophie’s tiny neck
how proud she looked!
how Sophie shone with glee
but she’d never see another birthday
Sophie was destined to remain forever four
and around mom’s neck
she wears her heart
dangled on a silver chain
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You are no longer here, but live on in me.
You who stood up for everyone, so fearless
were you!
Like George Bernard Shaw, who said:
" You see things the way they are,
and say, why?
But I dream things that never were!
And I ask why not?
It was you, Mother who created the fearless
soul in me!
Becoming a poet who asks questions of
life, poetry and reality, with fearless audacity!
Love evermore,
Panagiota
5/10/2019
12:00 pm PST
I took seventeen girl scouts sledding on January 21st, 1979,
But I only went down on the sled twice.
You don’t remember that!
Yes, I do.
No, you don’t!
Yes, I really really really really really do.
To make these really’s totally effective you have to stick out your tongue at the end of this.
You do NOT remember THIS DATE after 38 years.
Yes, I do.
How do you remember it? Was it your birthday?
No.
Was it someone else’s birthday?
No.
My husband is exasperated by now, because
We are ruining the ending of his T.V. Show.
He yells in from the living room,
“She had Susie the very next day!”
Susie, our third baby, is a girl scout troop leader for two girl scout troops
And that my friends, is what I call Serendipity.
I am in the cliff of death that moment.
The very first life I'm about to give birth.
You were on my side and held my hands so tight.
Assuring that tomorrow I'll see the precious one of my life.
I saw in your beautiful face that you feel all my pain.
Then teardrops suddenly fall in your eyes,
When you hear a little voice cried out loud.
The fruit of thy womb of your precious one.
You were with me from the day that I born,
Then helped me become a successful person.
You're also there when I fell and destroyed.
You never left when I needed you most.
I want to dedicate this little piece.
To my only mother here on Earth.
In the moment I first saw my angel.
You made me stronger until today.
Written on: December 28 ,2014
Written by : Aiyah De Torres