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My Mother Poems - Poems about My Mother

A Letter from My Mother
Little girl, don't you give up now, Unravel that quizzical brow. Run like a roar, not with dread, Stand tall, hold high your head. Remember the words your mother said: "O sweet daughter of mine, Let the whole world see you shine, Everything will be fine, O sweet daughter of mine." Become an alchemist, See through the mist. Turn the pain into your...

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Categories: my mother, beautiful, blessing, light, mother
Form: Rhyme
My Mother Is
My Mother Is my blonde roots I’ve box dyed black since I was 17 a sunrise in Barcelona a sunset on Highway 70 the stretch marks between my thighs a ripe tomato, sliced and salted an empty pantry a school ceremony with no one in the crowd moonlight on the levee every Bob Dylan song a redwood tree an unlived dream...

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Categories: my mother, absence, abuse, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse

My Mother
Her face is a clock I know by heart, laugh lines like sunbeams, worry wrinkles like pencil marks from all the times she erased my fears. Her eyes are forget-me-nots, blooming blue even on cloudy days. Her voice is summertime, warm as sidewalk chalk, sweet as lemonade. Her smile? That’s how love feels; a breeze that sneaks in to straighten my tangled thoughts. Being with her is...

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Categories: my mother, daughter, mother, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse
My mother and sister cannot read
Childhood was to see my mother get abused by my father and wanting to do something about it But it’s her who allowed that abuse It’s her who stopped me, but didn’t stop my father Adulthood is to see my sister getting abused by her husband and not being able to do anything because it’s her...

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Categories: my mother, abuse, books, conflict, home,
Form: Free verse
What My Mother Does After My Father's Death
She finds a bird fallen from its nest, crashed like an apple to the ground. Sliding her fingers through the rain soaked grass, she scoops the quivering ball of feathers into her palm. She takes it inside, to the same kitchen where she wept over her dead husband every night for nearly a decade. She feeds it baby formula from an eye-dropper, whispering I believe in...

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Categories: my mother, bird, father, grief, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse

But why did my mother faint?
Mangoes, golden and full, their scent~ a whispered promise of mischief. My mother’s eyes, wide as warning bells. "Where did you get these?" Her voice, a blade slicing the air. Silence, a held breath. Five minutes, five hours, an eternity suspended. "Were you alone?" The question, a thread pulled loose, unraveling the fabric of innocence. "No, Mum." The words, a hesitant confession. My classmates, a chorus of laughter, the...

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Categories: my mother, allegory, daughter, funny, innocence,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member my mother was not a hugger
a hug seems to always be welcome if the recipient is a child older people may be more hesitant, but they might warm up my mother was not a hugger; but I began hugging her when I was fifty she was seventy-one; she hugged back at seventy-five. worth it....

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Categories: my mother, mother,
Form: Free verse
my mother
My mother’s daughter “I’m not a monster. I’m a mother.” - every waking day l am my mother’s daughter. from the shining of the floors l sweep to the dusting of the mukwa furniture On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (novel) I've always wanted to know who my mother was before she had me, before...

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Categories: my mother, allusion, i love you,
Form: Free verse
My Mother 4-volume
4. Everyone lives life in their own way, But why am I spared, I’d often say. Once more, my mother and the bearded elder, Saved me from death, my life to shelter. It was summer, the skies restless and wild, Sun blazed, then thunder roared, tempers piled. With my wife in a tub on the back of my ride, I drove my motobike,...

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Categories: my mother, mother,
Form: Ballad
My Mother 3-volume
3. Am I destined to face calamity, Or is it my cursed fate, a harsh reality? At ten years old, I met the old man once more, At the gates of paradise, as I stood unsure. At ten, we thought we were fearless and bold, Driving sheep into water, braving the cold. We caught the sheep as they swam in the deep, One...

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Categories: my mother, mother,
Form: Ballad
My Mother 2-volume
2. A white-bearded man came near me, And said, "Come with me, my child." "Innocent angel, untainted by sin, I'll take you to paradise," he smiled. I kept crying, tears streaming down, Yet warmth radiated from his gentle frown. Suddenly, I stopped my tears and asked, "What is paradise, this task so vast?" "Ah, child, you love riddles, I see," "Listen closely, and the truth...

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Categories: my mother, mother,
Form: Ballad
My Mother 1-volume
1. I received from my kind mother, Her care, her tender and compassionate heart. She sheltered us warmly in the cold, Shielding us from storms with her embrace. She would cry out, defending us in the crowd, Protecting her chicks, even in the fire's shroud. Offering us the sweetest part of her meal, While she took only what was left to feel. Children learn...

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Categories: my mother, 1st grade,
Form: Ballad
My Mother Was Catatonic
My mother was catatonic, symphonic chronic is what I smoke. Livinin it bougie, choosin floosies no uzis and then I choke. You can be me, insane cerebral cortex is just what I feel. Living pervy swerving Lexus and hexes to get the deal! I'm the homosexual, heterosexual, suicidal bloke. I was adopted by white family and to them I'm just a...

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Categories: my mother, abuse, mental health, racism,
Form: Rhyme
With my mother in mind
#With_my_mother_in_mind My heart aches but some distance hunch, clears the odds, thus far I have traveled, the little spark in that very distant, blows soft breeze to my weakling faith, that; your body still shielding that breath, it's an envetable precision that your better days are pulling closer. Thinking of my mother, crying tears in...

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Categories: my mother, blessing, for her, giving,
Form: Free verse
Abused Love
Abused Children, Unhealed Children, Passed down from, Abused Mothers, And unhealed mothers Mothers who act like children just because they grew up too fast Because their mother was a little too harsh on them There's no victims in our story There’s just hopeless children Seeking for their mother’s warmth For their mother’s acceptance As daughters, we hide our pain from our mothers Because if they saw...

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Categories: my mother, child, child abuse, dark,
Form: Free verse

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