Mother Son Poems | Examples of Mother Son Poetry

Games at the baby shower ...

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when I was too small for words, my mother would dream me. I’d say “A” and she understood I wanted eternity. The next day, she’d place it in my spoon....

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her hands did not turn on light bulbs. they were light bulbs, they were clay vessels through which flowed a light tired from too much godliness. when she entered the room, it wasn’t her who entered, it was a silence that had lost its voice in a burned temple, and had come searching for it inside me. the angel beneath the bed came out like a...

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Let me tell you a story, that took place on a night in Amsterdam, where the hotel lights seemed to flicker in my native tongue. I was beside a lady, not my mother, but something deeper than all bloodlines combined. The kind of woman who doesn’t ask what weighs on you, but knows, as if you had met in a dream not yet deciphered. A being...

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My English translation of "Hai Ma" by W. S. Rendra, a son to his mother and soulmate. HAI MA ("HI MOM") by W. S. Rendra translation by Michael R. Burch for Zeelhan Zahraa Mom, It's not death that disheartens my heart but a lifeless life, a life unlived because life loses its power and nature. There are nights when I walk these corridors with nowhere...

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George was a prankster, at least one screw loose Peed in a bottle, tagged it orange juice His mom drank it all down ...

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You were my first and truest guide, With open arms and heart so wide. A listening ear through sleepless nights, A steady hand in all my fights. You taught me love, you taught me grace, You held me in your warm embrace. But I, your son, was not always kind— I lost my way, left truth behind. I broke your heart with foolish...

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I look back to the halcyon days When Mrs Johnson, A comely widow, ran fruitful Errands for the new railway, and for Our undeveloped district. A frail, little maid in green cardigan And sable wool hat for new mourners, She read the New Testament With zest, from Matthew to Revelation. And she battled with the stress of inheritance At the foot of her husband’s death...

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Come with me and have a welcome drink to my favourite Irish Inn as winter gales across glens do blow take life, a bit , more slow He stood in front of oak wood bar his drink upon the table he hadn't traveled so very far by horseback he was able He was a handsome strong built guy and the apple in ...

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It was on one early summer morn that the voice of a watchful Mama Corn told a frightful story, meant to warn her son, Pop, just recently born. "Pop", it said, her darling boy to save, "Once, in a cornfield, I too would wave. In the sun and breeze, I was brave, but you must listen up and behave. You're...

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So what’s your excuse for a blind date? My boyfriend cheated on me, what’s yours? Caught my mum in bed with my girlfriend. Did you say anything? No, she was on top, so I didn’t want to do anything Did you tell your Dad No, my Dad's girlfriend killed him when she found out he was married. Wow, you don’t have a...

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He's closed the blinds. His twilight dawns. A midday reverie. Within his mind, a vision spawns, awash in mystery. * A levee bursts, torrents crash free— a castle from a dream. Atop his throne, court bent on knee, all hail: "Long live the King!" * Then suddenly, the hall doors boom. "A beast! A beast has come!" As herald wails, and dread consumes: "The end! The...

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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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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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