Mothering Poems - Poems about Mothering

I'd visit you in heaven if I could With a bouquet of roses, yes I would Celestial beauty of music I'd play For you mother on this your special day. I'd write a poem to your heart from mine To say I love you, and will for all time For all that you did with kindness and mirth To me you were...

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The birds build their nest The mother helps the babies Until they can fly ...

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Cluster, clan, hanging bunch of grapes - bustling collection children I dreamed - Far from rationale, imagination run wild - Adult life ridicules, idea is far less esteemed When I babysat, pretended they were mine - ...

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Mothering A small piece that builds up a past Past residency that creates anger and vexation True example of free independence and love Belonging to genuine DNA to distant relatives Caring for a companion, words, and faith Desperate for a better tomorrow because the fear of no more days No heir to take up empty places...

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Mothering Sunday old men weeping, daffodils at the graveyard gate sons and daughters, motherless everyone somebody's child © Gail Foster 26th March 2017...

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Chaos reigned in our house when the girls were small. Daddy worked long hours and was often not there at all. When their cantankerous hour arrived between six and seven. One on my back, one on my front, praying to heaven. As I tripped over toys left after bath time joys. Now all is sane, I have my house back...

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I walk in her room and pick up her toys. I call her name to help, only to hear back white noise. We're running late now and she's nowhere to be found, I feel myself start to panic and I become overwhelmed. Just as I start to fall apart at the seams, I open my eyes and realize, I'm only her...

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Transitioning from my spiritual home I resist my entry, fearing unknowns I’m swaddled and cleaned and scented with foam My mother whispers, “This now is your home.” An infant I fuss commencing great cries Mother soothes and comforts and dries my eyes She’s tired and wilted but doesn’t give up Always parenting me from her loving cup And when she grows old, it’s...

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