Son Mothers Day Poems | Examples
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From the dawn of my life to this day there is only one,
From the moment my birth our eyes met our love had begun,
From the depths of heart her gentle love does give never done,
No matter how far I fall how high I fly I'm her son,
Over my young years as I learned to be a man and then,
With music and art given and nurtured I found my voice,
Blessed I was watching her play ignite the song within,
Guiding my hands upon the keys my heart could now rejoice,
Though there was a time where I lost her ear never her heart's love,
Though she hoped one day I'd return with love a gentle dove,
When I reached out she burst with joy no one could push or shove,
When she reached back my tears were shed our love like hand in glove,
No woman on earth who loves me as she does no other,
On this day I want to say I'm grateful for my mother.
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
In the middle of the woods I sit
Becoming lost
The world for me no longer a hit
Pure Peace at no cost
Watching the gentle water flow
Completely still
I am happily hiding from the everyday show
On cool, quiet hill
A smile of soft joy creeps up on me
With Happy Thoughts of You
A familiar white dove peeps in the form of She
Totally alleviating my sudden feelings of blue
'It's Alright, My Dear Son
Mom Will AllWays Be Here
Put Your Right Hand To Your Heart
And I Will Heal You With The Warmth Of My Love
You Will Never Have To Worry
You Will Never Have To Be Afraid
For I Will ForEver Love You Till The Pain Goes Completely Away'
My tears now flow as the familiar white dove waves goodbye
I wave back with a now normal sadness as she flies back into the skies so high
Reality returns but the smile of soft joy does remain
I turn to slowly walk back towards reality....calmer and much more sane
Thank you, oh familiar white dove, for once again diffusing the bomb
Sweet Memories In Pink And Green Files Will AllWays Sweetly Saturate This Special Day......HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, DEAR SWEET MOM.....
Happy mothers day
To all my female family and my female friends
You was blessed from up above when they sent you a child or children to love . They saw that your heart had a void so they sent you a girl/ boy
Someone who could fill that space and be held in your warm embrace .
No one can say when GOD will decide to take them away , but in your heart they will forever stay .
(C) poetlou 051125
When mine eyes
Got-opened!
You were,
The first sight
And all my views,
You are,
My first fond
And a true love.
Affection got a
True-bond!
You gave,
The first lesson
And of morality.
Sowing mind of
Infinite drought!
You were,
The first word.
Dear Mumma..
Keep my heart,
For the rest!
Mother: a wax crayon candle in a starless room
You have many layers, like an onion
And you're coloured, but not green
So a wax-crayon candle is favoured here.
Much more poetic.
Although I bathe in the dark
You sit in my corner
Flickering
flickering
like
this.
And you wish not intrude
In your offers of solace.
No.
You don't set my room on fire
You just light up my corner
With the gift of a place to be seen.
A place of security,
Whether I visit it or not.
AND YES, you are loved. YES, you are valued.
(so don't even doubt it)
And yes, your Crayola hues, your mix-n-match
May clash in the eyes of OTHERS
But parallel to even your Converse shoes:
They complement each other
And though I don't always visit this corner...
...Of candlelight in my room,
You should know you're not alone
With my candlelight, too.
S=Son you are the very best
O=On Mother's Day and everyday and every
N=night.
My sweetness, from you, my first meal,
Exclusively for six.
And for many more months after~
The grub that made me tick.
You'd go hungry for me to eat.
Still my tum begs for more
What yours for days has been denied,
For hunger there to roar.
Empty tummy twirls blank your eyes,
Then you fall down and faint.
Still you rise just to find me food,
Your hunger no restraint.
More I grow, so your sacrifice.
You forsake your pleasure~
For me to have a great future.
To you, I'm your treasure.
Why Mama becomes my best word~
On my lips, just your praise.
I care not what anyone thinks.
In my heart, your love stays.
Your face now wrinkled by old age,
More, to me, you're pretty.
Tell me Mama how to pay back,
I'll pay to show pity.
“Bright Shining One”
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 05/12/2024)
Dedicated to my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc
Today as the Sun is shining
I think of my beautiful Son
Though some may see him in the ground
I see him as my Bright Shining One
His Love lights up my life
His Memories warm my heart
The Joy he brought to my life
Has been with me from the start
Though I may not see him now
I know that he is there
His consciousness ever glowing
His laughter everywhere!
People don't know how I do it
I can't say I know myself
But there's something in my heart
That will not stay hidden on a shelf
My heart fills with love
There's a sparkle in my eye
I connect with him in spirit
Not as one who has died
I did not come to this conclusion
Because of the pain in my heart
But because my son has made it clear
That he never left me from the start
And though this may be Mother's Day
I still have three beautiful boys
Not a single one of them is missing
This heart has not been destroyed!
Mother mother
You are to me
All things good that life can be
This love of life
You gave to me
Then let me love it
Left me to see
The path I would choose
To go on my own
You held in your feelings
And left me alone
The person I was
The person I am
You gave me my youth
Because your my best mam
Forgive me my mam
For the years that we've lost
I should have been home
No matter the cost
So I write you this poem
To say thanks and say sorry
For over the years
For the stress and the worry
That I put you through
I write this with love
and I write this for you
My best mam,
A poet gives birth to a poem,
Just as a mother gives birth to a child.
The child looks after its mother
When it becomes grown;
So, does a poem take care of its poet,
When it becomes well-known.
Today is Mother's Day of 2024.
But you died and you can't celebrate Mother's Day anymore.
You were a wonderful mother and I'm your youngest son.
You died eleven years ago in 2013 when I was forty-one.
You were a kind and giving person and that is a fact.
Being generous was a trait that you sure didn't lack.
It broke my heart and it was painful when you passed away.
Even though you're dead, I wish you a happy Mother's Day.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
Mom’s Advice For Me
Miracle Man Tom Wright
Mothers Day 2024
Our mom was one of ten children. Her parents were farmers at a time when it required horses, mules and large families. She said that every child had daily chores that they were responsible for. Planting and harvesting was mostly done by hand.
Some of the best advice that she passed on to me was.
That Grand pa told them that “he had never heard of anyone dying from hard work.” Remembering this served me well in the successes I achieved in life that allowed me to retire at 56.
I never settled for being just as good as everyone else because
that would have made me just average. She told me that “cream always rises to the top”
Another thing, when growing up, we had linoleum floors
and she spent much time sweeping. Me and brother Joe, dared not step in front of her broom or we got a broom swat on the fanny and heard this “Trash goes in front of the broom and
we’re not trash, just poor.”
Mothers day is always hard for me Mom.
I still miss you so much.
Tom
In the vast realm of this wretched misery
There lives a prowess, with an ardent melody;
She emanates the beacon of her loving light
She is my bastion, in times of blight;
Her adoring caresses parries my solitude
For her inextensible grace, I couldn't repay my gratitude;
Her wise adorned with limitless dexterity
For none could ameliorate her mind's sagacity;
Her unwavering support, instigated with love
stands at the zenith, on the pinnacle above.
Someone had to show me the way,
though much of the time I just followed mine
so you watched from the distance, I know.
But it’s clear to me now, wish I’d seen it somehow
and done more to make sure that you know -
your example means more than the whole world to me,
for you stood your whole life for what’s true.
Yeah, somebody had to show me the way…
Mom, I’m grateful that person was you.