Motherhood Poems - Poems about Motherhood

Picture this You're eight years old, in your bedroom, playing with your favorite stuffed animals. But not far from your door, the sounds of raised voices echo-voices that do not sound happy. You shift your focus back to your toys: Three different teddy bears. One is the daddy, one is the mommy, and one is the daughter. You make the bears do...

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If mothers didn't bear children, laughter would turn into monotony: can we imagine mankind's misery? No infant would cry when they are hungry, no noisy kids screaming and having fun! Wouldn't God be mad at us, calling us evil, selfish beings? Wouldn't empty cribs not be rocked while a sweet lullaby is not whispered? A mother's duty is to bear healthy children, God gave his...

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three generations of mothers created a fourth- mine, my children's, my grandchildren's between the late fifties and April this year I have welcomed thirteen births- my three five grandchildren, five great-grandchildren generations unfold in ways of the times as...

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a practiced smile on her face a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings— mistaken for a pest, but beneficial— to strike out and explore a thorny world resisting the siren call of spring’s scent turning their heads with songs of love emerging personalities unravel the cocoon spun in...

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Smile, Care, Love unconditional, sacrifice Mother, so should be Smiling, Caring, loving, sacrificing, bearing it all Mother, so she was Burdened, ridiculed, caught up in tangles, Struggling to find a way out Mother v/s I Thinking, questioning, fighting, making her way Mother in pursuit Father, brother, sister, mother all can mother Mother is not alone Mother is not just she Mother is duty, a ritual, a celebration to share...

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I sit here with guilt and recent understanding. I didn’t know what I didn’t know. I sit here with remorse, and now I’m rebranding. Because to live is to learn and to learn is it grow. It is like I stepped in your shoes when I became a mother. You were doing your best, one foot in front of the...

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I reach across the pillow bare And caress you with my thigh And upon your lips I gently bite And breathe your hungry sigh You pull me close Hip to hip My body is in song A hallucinatory return to where I still belong We are a skein of tangled feelings Traversing time and space Incantatory memories rouse us As we begin...

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We must clear the signs If visitors come. The instructions on how to Wipe and clean. It is for shame, to not Embarrass him. Signs encouraging growth and how to Self-sustain. What do they think of My old cracking bathroom? If they knew the battles fought here, the messes made! At least the dog can still be washed here. So that’s one...

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Motherhood Credit Is when you have lack of sexual activity and partners, passion, limited work options, Love, Fake Double imposter and Dating Time, Wear and Tear health and Food, depression, Debt, life experience, being stood up and call weird or to grieve, foot pain and physical pain, period pains, broken promises, baby daddy walkouts, never get...

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I woke up this morning with my hair in knots. Lines on my belly mapping where you had been. Dishes in the sink glared at me as I walked by. The stove harboring remnants of last nights dinner. Laundry remained unfolded in the hall. The washer crying as I added another load. Motherhood is ugly... But today you smiled at me....

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Dear Mother, I didn’t understand before, As much as I understand now. No matter how cruel a mother you may be, You are still my mother. You wore me down to my brittle bones, And continued to gnaw at the little marrow that was left. Go on, finish me off, and eat the rest. Birth me again, and maybe this time...

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Being a mom is a journey filled with both incredible joys and daunting challenges. Each day presents its own set of trials and tribulations, often leaving us questioning our abilities and choices. There are hard days when you look in the mirror and wonder, "How am I going to do this?" Yet, somehow, amidst the...

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Our Maureen sits, At an old kitchen table She’d say: “I love you,” If she were able But she missed her chance, And took to the bottle She cried herself sober, And ran back to her hovel She ran her hand through her golden brown hair, And battered her eye lids, Terry was there A young driver, She was two years his junior, But he said: “I love...

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My baby, he cries From dawn to dusk For all of my tries Baby will always fuss My baby, he cries Being greeted by my face Somber are your eyes God please grant me grace My baby, he cries Hearing my songs Whatever I try Please, why did I do wrong My baby, he cries In the face of all my love My child's tears not shed alone Mommy adores...

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Bryant I see him hold back the tears. His lips quiver and shake. Too young, he hasn't the years. A decision he didn't make. Mama will protect you. And when you're angry too. I will hold you when you cry. And love you if you lie. Confusion settles in. I'm at a loss myself. I just want him to smile, to grin. Those dreams are on...

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