Child Mothers Day Poems | Examples
These Child Mothers Day poems are examples of Mothers Day poems about Child. These are the best examples of Mothers Day Child poems written by international poets.
A mother's love,
wings of a dove,
will cover me.
Starting my life,
with a midwife,
a baby cries.
Growing older,
always for me,
loving shoulder.
Life without you,
I cry daily,
so very blue.
Last time I saw her, you could feel the autumn breeze
Digging through all these memories of a picture and a thousand words
Remembering all the summers past, with a laugh on this day
Although a mother's worries may seem to go unnoticed
You gave us all someone to look up to all these years
With the silent love two doves could share forever
This is what we all hold onto to, your hand was always there
Raising six from child through every changing season
And, the tears of another sweet sixteen
It was with a gentle touch of a mother's love
You give us all something to believe in
Another photograph will finds its place
There are some things you can't put into words
There might not be a marching band, or banners in flight
Know that the love from all of us, is yours
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 meant to be held
back and arms kept busy
baking and servicing
the myriad of chores
a housewife did back then.
They were not meant
for holding me.
We loved from a distance.
Only in the slow dissolution
of your dying did we see each
other as we were.
We talked for hours
until words were done
and there came a silence
where existed only love
between mother and son
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
Hello mummy, how are you
I believe you’re here on earth
And of course, your life is new
And perhaps you gave a birth
To some other child, somewhere
In a better place than ours
I was bad, I lacked the care
About you, when after hours
You expected me to talk
But I had a will to hide
Used to go out for a walk
In the darkness of the night
At the 4 o’clock next morning
Usually I returned
I don’t know if you were yearning
Never cared what you have thought
Dear mummy, please excuse me
I remember your sweet voice
Hope your living now is easy
And this time you had a choice
Happy Mother’s day, my dear
You are always deep within
Sometimes I do miss you near
Much more often, than it’s been.
How lovely it is,
Birthing child on Mother's Day.
An example of
Someone who has made her way
To fulfilling motherhood.
He was about thirty
when he left home,
a strong man by then,
and a skilled carpenter.
He'd helped Joseph
build most of the houses
in this village you know.
It was so hard..
to let him go,
nobody believed
he could possibly be
the messiah of the writings,
even though everyone
knew of that miracle of the wine,
over in Cana.
My he was a good son,
I was so proud of him..
was that so wrong of me?
Even though I knew ever since
he was in my womb,exactly
who he was.
He was my firstborn you know ..my eldest..
such a loving,caring nature.
A mother's true intention one day blooms
When her child gives birth in glad growth of time
To revel in her grandchild's feathered plumes
Soon to mature just like her child, sublime.
As grandchild leaves the nest in fettered flight
Her mother too will feel the somber pain
That will not lessen loss felt day and night
Until her child adds to kin once again.
Then, only then, will daughter understand
How raising up a precious child from birth
With love and caution tended by her hand,
In letting go, she will endure on earth
The joys of becoming a Granny too,
And Mother's Day will triple in her view!
4-2-19
Happy Mother's Day to all
I really didn't know the depth of a mother's
love until I became a mother too,
Becoming a mother is my best achievement
and it changed my point of view.
*Happy Mother's Day to Mothers, Grand
Mothers, Future Mothers, Surrogate
Mothers worldwide!
Alexis Y.
5-11-19
Early this morning, the song of blackbirds
quell the swell of silence enfolded by night.
Dim light on a distant ridge: the sun returns,
freed from Atlantis, drenched in the cloak of life.
Soft dew-drop showers dapple the dusty
garden with pops of pastels like lavender,
lilac, tea rose and pink, from clouds that carry
cleansing tears of a newborn’s young mother,
the potter protective her infant clay.
She picks up her child, a fragile bowl, chipped,
frail from thirty years spent running away,
now run aground as a twice sunken ship.
Her hands keep a promise, one quietly spoken,
made long ago when morning had broken.
- For my mother who sang me Cat Stevens'
Morning has Broken the day
I was born.
In front of her body is a baggage
counting through the months she pray
the child kicks in its watery garage
creating its own bond and wanting to play
mama loves him, though to her, he is blind
fertility prepares in ablution
more great seeds in the hope of a rewind
like blessing this full present ignition
mall after mall for any baby bay
to shop for the new entry with all dime
preparing the road to open the way
anything less is a maternal crime
stress pricks the body like a little blade
this great hope ensures it will not fade.
Happy Mother's Day, My Dear!
I hope this finds you well.
How you've increased my spirit's wealth,
No tongue on earth can tell.
I thought I'd write this little note,
To say how proud I am,
To say that you're a child of mine,
And that I think you're grand.
Now that you're a mother too,
You understand me more.
I think we see more eye to eye,
Than we did before.
You've grown into a fine young mom,
And I just want to say,
You make me proud, my darling girl,
Every single day.
As she cups my fingers through sleep-time
Nurturing our cozy moments with delight;
Gaily, Aunt takes me to joyrides of youth
Each circus, fairy tears, or moon talk,
Lifts all seasons to brighten mad chuckles
Into a harbor of love where warmth glides.
Care-giver… delivering me at birth
A second mom, the first kin I cherish!
Tammy Reams' Acrostic on Mother's Day
Dedicated to my aunt- nurse who treasured me
as her own child till her death... I was 22 then.
3/28/2015