Mother Son Poems | Examples of Mother Son Poetry

To My Son, On His Birthday Today you stand, a year more bold and bright, A soul so full of wonder, joy, and grace. Each dawn you chase with laughter and with light, A universe of love shines in your face. I’ve watched you grow through seasons vibrant hues, From tiny hands to dreams too wide to hold. The world feels kinder...

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The Queen Of Emeralds. Thy mothers name is victoria! So full of strength and love! Thy mothers voice is that of a songbird, spirit is of queen of storms. Thy mothers net is one of safety, not just for me and my siblings, however strong enough for all children of the sea. Thy mothers passion is of furious pain...

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My younger son is my best judge, I believe, Having spent more time with me, he can assess me better. His random statements about my personality, I believe are uttered with sincerity, not simply to please. To him, the outstanding qualities of his mother Are Compassion, Piety and...

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mother child nestled encircled sings a lullaby shouts rebuke forever giving endless forgiving cuddles with soft hands scolds with look of eyes a candle that gently guides a flint that fires up the child kisses heals with tender grace hugs forgives all falls from grace silence teaches more than words songs unsung are yet...

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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...

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Happy mothers day To all my female family and my female friends You was blessed from up above when they sent you a child or children to love . They saw that your heart had a void so they sent you a girl/ boy Someone who could fill that space and be held in your warm embrace...

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When mine eyes Got-opened! You were, The first sight And all my views, You are, My first fond And a true love. Affection got a True-bond! You gave, The first lesson And of morality. Sowing mind of Infinite drought! You were, The first word. Dear Mumma.. Keep my heart, For the rest!...

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Mom, you're the sunshine of my life. You're a dedicated worker, a wonderful wife, Someone who doesn't take no mess, Gives me comfort whenever I'm stressed; Encourages me to do my best, And never loves me any less. How can I repay you for all you've done? You have provided for your daughter and son. You prepared me for bed with storybook...

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There were days, so many days, I’d walk alone, With a baby in a pram, and a heart like stone. The world felt heavy, the weight on my back, As I trudged to the shop, the path turning black. I’d gather the groceries, the basics, the need, Strap my baby close, in the heat and the speed. The stroller became my...

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Anger turned to joy, With the news one day, A little life was on the way. Excitement in his eyes, a spark, A future dream, a bright new start. He told his mother, and brothers too, A father’s pride, a love so true. But when he came back, the light had dimmed, The change so swift, the warmth had thinned. At six months, the...

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...my son....my son I can see your teardrops slowly fall So please don`t...

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The young woman returned home with her baby promised never to go back to her husband's house. But after some days she left with another man. Her younger brother adopted her son. He grew up and got a goverment job. After which one day he married Then as an aged woman she came quietly and wept in a secluded room. Time moves: a grandchild was born. She...

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Mother: a wax crayon candle in a starless room You have many layers, like an onion And you're coloured, but not green So a wax-crayon candle is favoured here. Much more poetic. Although I bathe in the dark You sit in my corner Flickering ...

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Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz twenty years after mother succumbed courtesy of terminal illness that ravaged her body. I still reckon how yours truly shrugged off proffering tender loving care within whose womb, this sole prodigal son wannabe born, thus...

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Have you ever thought about the raising of Cain? Where did that boy get a rage so completely insane that he ended up murdering his younger brother? Did he learn it from his father and mother, who must've been in such deep, psychological pain for having caused Eden to go down the drain. ...

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