Memory Mothers Day Poems | Examples
These Memory Mothers Day poems are examples of Mothers Day poems about Memory. These are the best examples of Mothers Day Memory poems written by international poets.
A person one loves
Mom of one and all that strives
O'er and under the bed who searches for you
The one that lits the candle
and sleeps with you
Honor thy Mother for life
Even without lost pictures
or unknown origin of life that bow
Remember who you are
From her, you survived and lived
what you are and how
On and off the roads you hop and grow
Reels of trials and challenges you blow
Life lived with or without a mother
In your heart you needed a sister or a brother
Forever a memory you keep and live by
Every night and day you ask, "Why?"
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
A clear-beaded mousie
with a pointy black nose,
twitchable beaded tail,
and ruffly yellow clothes.
The tail can tilt her head--
she nods without a squeak!
Quiet little church mouse,
I bought from a boutique.
(True story!)
This is just a note to say,
How much you mean to me,
How special are my thoughts of you,
How much you'll always be,
A very special part of me,
A warm spot in my heart,
And though you're years and miles away,
We're really not apart;
And though the road I walk be long,
With many twists and turns,
Your memory will light my days,
As though a candle burns,
Within my heart dispelling gloom,
Encouraging my spirit,
Enabling hope to come again,
With sweet words of endearment.
A mother is your first line of defense
The general who always leads the charge
She'll look right through your pleas of innocence
Then dress your wounded spirit, in her arms
How wise she is, to know when to correct
At times will even hand down discipline
Demanding daily, that you learn respect
Then nightly, ask forgiveness for your sins
And when the dreaded day comes, she is gone
You're left to fight without her by your side
Her wisdom and her love still carry on
Her compass will remain, to be your guide
My loving mother was a gift from God
I pray He passes on, this grateful nod.
by Daniel Turner
in memory of my loving mother
1
Mothers, whether here to hold us,
or only their memory to guide us,
Mothers are special people.
Without them we would not be !
2
Mom, I just want you to know how very much you are loved.
I love you for all the love you shared with me.
For your understanding, your unselfish ways,
the encouragement you gave, and most of all
I love you for being My Mom !
There is so much to be said
My earliest memory,
It was the sound of love
It meant trust and security
It set boundaries
It gave comfort and refuge
It championed and encouraged
It cautioned
It corrected and chastised
More could be understood from one word
Than from a whole book
Unique in its familiarity
And for those fortunate souls
For whom, its song is still possible
It means everything
A mother’s voice
May 13th 2018
I see the lilacs and think of you,
it's always been that way.
Memories come flooding back
of many a Mother's Day,
There was no extra money
for special gifts for you
but just outside I'd always find
the perfect gift, I knew.
I'd heap my arms with lilacs
and you'd always make a fuss
arranging them in a crystal vase.
A special memory of us.
Years later when my girls came along
those trees were still right there
and on Mother's Day, as in the past,
their beautiful bounty they'd share.
Lilacs and Mother's Day.
In my mind the two are one.
Starting with just you and me
a family tradition had begun.
23/04/2016
BE QUIET
DON’T AWAKE MOM
SHE IS GONE
A LONG TIME AGO
HER MEMORY WILL AWAKE IN YOU
MEMORIES
OF A TIME
OF YOUTH
OF CHILDREN AND GAMES
OF FUN, PARTIES
AND SCHOOL LUNCHES
OF A TIME
OF INNOCENCE AND LOVE
WITHOUT SHAME
OF A TIME
BE QUIET
DON’T AWAKE MOM
GO OUT AND PLAY
SHE WILL ALWAYS BE THERE