Short Mothering Poems

Soft misty morning
mothering restful ranges
cloaking her embrace...

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The birds build their nest
       The mother helps the babies
            Until they can fly
...

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When Mothering Day comes on Sunday
We all want to make it a fun day.
We all love our mum,
She's who we came from,
Though she sends us to school on a Monday!...

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Mothering Sunday
old men weeping, daffodils
at the graveyard gate

sons and daughters, motherless
everyone somebody's child

© Gail Foster 26th March 2017...

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She
studies
her children
attentively,
mothering comes at ease, navigating
each day like a hot knife through soft butter,
strict discipline
boundaries
nurture
love....

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Data 
When all this pandemic 
Mothering bull 
Is finally over and the 
CCP Virus is a memory 
We will all be living in cyberspace 
And I will work 
As a spaceship pilot 
Hahahahahaha 
Flying from one 
Data bit to another lmfao...

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There stood by the cross Mary his mother,
the disciple he loved, standing beside her.
     “Mother here is your son.”
     “John, please care for my Mum.”
So Jesus commended each to the other.

For Mothering Sunday
John 19.25-27...

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 Mother -Ever She Embraces Us 

My Mother I love
Care taking and mothering
Two calm hands She has 
And two quiet arms as well
She embraces us




3/19/19

 MOTHER--A Tanka Poem by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©...

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'Neath nocturnal bloom
the essence of self
dwindles in a pillowed horizon
twilight dies a whisper -
your voice in my ear…

the pale goddess rises
mothering angel’s tears
tending till dawn 
a moon garden vigil
bearing witness to your visit...

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Salt
flavours
the
stench
of death
Light speaks
with the spaces
lets define the light of speed
Taste the air
as smoke and mist mate
Listen listless lists the list
The sound mothering words
in the echo caverns of within
Screaming from the unheard din
of flesh parcelled bone
each must call his own...

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Rejoice
Rejoice
REJOICE

Furiously French Kissing
therapeutic telescopes
with overly open eyes

Dance
Dance 
DANCE

Helplessly hip thrusting
Music Made by Mothering instincts
And eccentric emotions

Restrain
Restain 
RESTRAIN

How sweet to see the sun
In glory freshly learned
But precious potential pleasure
Leaves every eye burned...

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Many a tears for your children you've shed
Only you fully understand that love is yours
Tears are not only for sadness but for joy
Healing the pains and wiping their tears
Everything that you do can be unrewarding
Remember nothing can replace your love

Death cannot break that mothering bond
Anyone can be a mother but you are mines
Yes I am proud to have you for my mother...

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Sacred queen a gift of rejoicing celebration…
   
Unwavering giving absent is hesitation…
   
Pure beauty kindness you display, 

sharing blessed kisses the angelic way…
   
Ascended from heaven, your spirit doth the heart leaven…
   
Merry Mothering Molds Mighty Mortals…
  
Adoration, thankfulness I give to thee my sister…
   
The life giver, The Heart Mender, The Love Creator …...

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Applied Appreciation…
Bold Benevolence…
Concentrated compassion…
Divine discernment…
Enthusiastic energy…
Fantastic fathering…
Godly guidance…
Happy humanity…
Individual illumination…
Jovial journey…
Kindred Kindness…
Luminous love…
Majestic mothering…
Nurtured nestling…
Omnipresent observation…
Prospering population…
Quietly questing…
Releasing resistance…
Shinning souls…
Teaching thanksgiving…
...

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Whey faced and ashen
Trouser leg rolled up
Jagged shinbone jutting
With a ragged grin.
Words tumbling 
From a mouth
Shocked and numb
Sitting stiffbacked
In the dentist's window
Facing the street
Two women busy
Mothering the casualty
Until the ambulance.
Outside unrelenting
Lay the pavement
 On a freezing Friday
Ice glinting coldly
And unconcerned.
Inside an old  soldier
Never before
Brought low in battle....

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Blue,
Cold, 
and Wet crashes against Stone.
smooth, 
strong,
unmoving Stone cradles Blue in its mothering bosom.

Cloud, 
independent in its constant transition,
mocks Cold from above a cliff. 
Cold,
defiant, yet afraid, 
whispers desire to Stone. 
Voice cracks Stone’s beautiful exterior;
threatening lingering stains like a blackberry against a pristine white sheet.
Wet licks Stone’s cracks promising it will never leave....

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I feel so blessed to view the sky,
To watch God’s majestic birds fly;
     To hear them wake, begin to sing,
     Then leave their tree limbs on the wing.
     As winter season turns to spring
     Mating birds hunt for twigs and string
     To build a nest for mothering.
     Soon what joy little eggs will bring
When these new fledglings learn to fly
And leave their wing prints in the sky.


*The Duo-rhyme was created by the late Mary L. Ports...

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Listen to poem:

Chaos reigned in our house
 when the girls were small.
Daddy worked long hours and 
was often not there at all.
When their cantankerous hour 
arrived between six and seven.
One on my back, one on my front, 
praying to heaven.
As I tripped over toys
 left after bath time joys.
Now all is sane,
 I have my house back again.
No tears, no tantrums, 
hair extensions or scattered clothing.
What I miss most 
I must admit is mothering.

28/01/2017...

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From buka to butry to batcher to barrow 
Mothering many they will never know 
Feeding the ever growing population 
Even men have joined to meet the need

They site at points easy to reach
They are even mobile to reach all
To sustain humanity they can reach 
Playing Vishnu in the theatre of fun 

Some grow to restaurants and lounges 
Available to all social classes of human
Serving the same function to always support 
Feeding humanity as an obligation chosen...

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Mothering
A small piece that builds up a past 
Past residency that creates anger and vexation 
True example of free independence and love 
Belonging to genuine DNA to distant relatives 
Caring for a companion, words, and faith 
Desperate for a better tomorrow because the fear of no more days 
No heir to take up empty places 
Just wanting to see a self portrait of an ideal person 
Stuck in a world of full of spring poppies 
Warm weather is what kept a whole hearted me...

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