Sad Mothers Poems | Examples
These Sad Mothers poems are examples of Mothers poems about Sad. These are the best examples of Mothers Sad poems written by international poets.
Thoughts whisk me away to a foregone time,
when things were peaceful with much less crime.
Of a Mother who never complained of tired back,
from a ten hour day pulling a twelve foot sack.
She had six children and still worked in the field,
her sleepless nights worrying she never revealed.
A tub and rub board always kept our clothes clean,
we got new duds at school start and not between.
She used a sad iron that she heated on the range,
that kept jeans pressed for a twice a week change.
As older one’s grew up we quickly left the nest,
and all helped mother through each life test.
Mothers day retrieves thoughts of my first lady,
and God called her home at the ripe age of eighty.
God blessed our family and all life wasn’t bad,
because we couldn’t miss things that we never had.
Mothers Day
Enjoy yours
while Gaza mothers weep
if they are alive that is
remember in this beautiful springtime
to blame them
they deserved this
the ones who killed fifty thousand children
were after all defending themselves
Many arrested for my sentiments
expressed here
your silence
exposes who you really are
Mommy, I have something I want to say
About the things you give to me everyday
You shower and give me all your love
So, I give thanks for you to God above
You feed me and clothe me with such great care
And if I need something else, you’re always there
You cover me with love, whenever I’m sad
And when it doesn’t help, you hand me to Dad
You teach me the things I need to know
Helping me to learn what I need as I grow
I’m sorry Mommy when I’m being bad
And I’m sorry Mommy if it makes you sad
And if I’m sick, and up all night with fever
You stay with me and don’t sleep either
You say and do things to make me glad
You make me happy and so does Dad
Thank you, Mommy, for the great big hug
Your arms around me is what I love
Thank you, Mommy, in every way
Thank you, Mommy, on this Mother’s Day!
It’s a tradition observed in families around this time every year:
We prepare to celebrate our mothers…as Mother’s Day draws near
For some it’s a day of happiness…as we celebrate our mothers
with flowers, candy…we might take them out to eat this year!
but for others…it’s a day of mixed emotions…
remembering mothers no longer here.
Which means…we’re happy remembering our mothers…
Happy she’s been given her own day
Happy she was in our life…but sad she’s passed away.
We are happy for having known her
Grateful for the home she worked so hard to make…
Happy for all the memories she gave us
but sad for all the memories…she won’t be here to make.
Sad she’s no longer with us…
Sad there our new family members she will never get to meet.
Sad she cannot receive our calls…our gifts…
that we can no longer take her out to eat.
It’s why for some of us the only way we can celebrate Mother’s Day
as we move on from year to year
is by remembering our mothers…
with a smile
and a tear.
I was often sad
alone as a child
the stroller with no face
a forgotten object
an obligation
my father was no better
my mother is dead now
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
finally
Happy Mothers Day Shirlene
Written: by Miracle Man
5/8/2023
Who Is Shirlene our friends often query,
a woman we’ve adopted, who feels like kin.
Also a woman who’s always been our dearie,
never seen as pretentious, she needs no spin.
She entered our lives many years ago,
and since that time has captured our hearts.
She is special and we want her to know,
when it comes to friends she tops the charts.
Was she a perfect mother? Probably no,
but from what we saw, she always did her best.
She loved her children and let it show,
most days ended finding her stressed.
We pray this day you’ve no sad musings,
enjoy your day with the love of your journey.
Remember your wins and not your losings,
and squeeze in a prayer for old T. & Ernie.
We Love Our unofficially adopted Daughter.
A Real Mom
My real mom,
let us starve sometimes.
My claimed mother fed us,
when we were hungry.
My real mom,
did not care if we had shoes,
or the blues.
She did not care to hear...
about step-father lies,
as that is how she felt,
about things.
My claimed mother,
gave us blankets,
and lunch money,
bought what was needed...
when there was a miracle to be had
and we were beyond sad.
My claimed mother,
is an angel.
My real mother...
is not really a real mother.
My claimed mother...
is!
Mother's Day
We salute you mothers far and near
For all of you we hold dear .
Thankyou for being at our side and in our lives.
The endless hugs and sharing the tears when
Sad and feeling blue
We always had you.
Having your listening ear and patience from you made it seem okay.
That is why we celebrate you especially today
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.
"Mothers" - A Conversation with a Daughter
In my 60th year I came to the conclusion that women are gods in their own right. Children worship and fear the power that pulses through their own blood to pin point in a waiting heart, along that road we all journey, happy or sad, just exactly where home is;
and if there is anything to be said of the strength mothers bare in victory or failure, it is this,
we are the echo of our own mother’s dreams, good and bad, and that life never ends at all - the door is always open, take that as you will. Whether we balk at the chance to confront ourselves through what waits on the other side of that door, or we rush through to embrace –
the opening always begins through an entrance -
and that, our mothers bore the pain to let us in, is the hidden key.
You could say, you love or hate your mother.
You could say, you believe or disbelieve your mother.
Mothers are not far from God. Nor that different.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
she get burn ,
whenever her turn
she proves
that she is dude
sometimes get rude .
she makes your
stomach full,
with her's null
without any rest .
she lost her beauty ,
to make you able
for duty .
her only fear ,
is you dear.
And you left her alone,
with her broken bone .
she always makes you win ,
you treat her like bin .
who bear all the waste
and you'll never regret.
she always feel bad ,
but never express, she's sad .
care your mother,
cause she is there
when you are alone
she beacome your only bone.
The end of a life
There were many flowers on her grave
from family, friends and foes.
They feared her lashing tongue.
The evening and night were cold
in the morning the flowers looked
white and bloodless.
Why does it end like this?
The utter silence it is as she never lived
The morning traffic is heavy
Friday, the week is coming to an end
and no one will ever know here wisdom
the suffering she endured.
If remembered, she was an old woman
who spokes the truth?
No one wanted to hear.
Nine Mother's Days have come around since the day when you perished.
The many years that we spent together are something that I'll always cherish.
You were such a great person because you cared.
When you died, I learned that life can be so unfair.
You were a wonderful mother and that's why I celebrate Mother's Day.
I knew that life would never be the same again when you passed away.
When you inherited $3600 in 1985, you shared it with my brother and I and Dad.
You were the most unselfish person in the world and when you died, it was so sad.
You weren't just a woman, you were a lady as well.
When you died in March of 2013, it hurt like Hell.
You were an outstanding mom to me and my brother.
Happy Mother's Day, you were the world's greatest mother.
[Dedicated to Agnes Marie Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
another Mother's day to bear
~
My son
he died
~
His mum
I cried
~
Without you son
I feel so sad ~~
I call your name
but you're not there ~~
a broken heart
cannot repair ~~~
without you son
there is no one
no hugs
no smiles
no voice I hear
to lose my son I’ll ne’er recover
~~~
no Darling Boy to call me Mother…
Written 13th March 2021 ~ the second Mothering Sunday without my Son...
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Remember the mothers
life's left behind
the old, the lonely
the one's out of time
God cries for the homeless
left on the street
tears of compassion
as he sees their need
He cries for the ragged
the tattered,and torn
the weary,the weak
the sad and the scorned
He weeps as the frail ones
that can hardly stand
as they raise their eyes to heaven
to say amen
A tear for the cold ones
with nothing to eat
the ones that are out
with no shoes on their feet
The sick and the broken
when nobody cares
when no one remembers
then God's always there....
I dreamt that you crashed your car
And, with blood in your teeth
You told me you where fine
While I beg
I beg
You to go to the hospital because
You where so pale,
I could see your bones poking out
From your skin
But you told me "I have so much to do, I can't right now"
And you picked up the groceries
And went to work
While I cried and called for help
While your skin rotted
And your hair was mattered with brain
I watched you say, with decay on your lips
"I'm okay"
Like how I watch
you say it now
With tired eyes