Mother To Son Poems | Examples
These Mother To Son poems are examples of poetry about Mother To Son. These are the best examples of Son Mother To poems written by international poets.
You were my sunshine,
once upon a time.
When I stood by your side,
day in and day out.
Do you remember who raised you for so long?
I spent every second
surrounded by you.
I found security in being needed
and my purpose in life was clear.
I catered to a life I created and held so dear.
My soul longed for you,
you saved my life before.
I stopped using and straightened out my life
because of you.
I stayed that way for 3 years,
that was the happiest I've ever been.
I believed in being the best version of me
and I miss every minute of it.
I need you to need me
and I know you do.
All I need to do is quit slipping up,
my life is worth saving
so you have a mother to look up to,
a hand to hold
and a role model to remind you
that you're destined for greatness.
To be together again,
I want to be your today and tomorrow,
to be a part of your whole.
My heart hurts without you,
with you I feel at home.
You are my sunshine
and I know it's past time.
I'm sorry for that,
but I am here now.
What's a mother to do now?
Monster of a dilemma.
Shield or give up young son for
Fatal hit and run?
"Q" Contest, New Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Quandary
Date written: 09/27/2021
A picture crept in,
Through all those memories,
Where I found myself ,
Besides my mother's knees,
When her brown hairs,
Gleamed red,
Fell on her shoulder,
Then dropped over my head.
When her hands fondled my forehead,
Stroked through my hairs,
When her words formed my babbles,
Her scolds,my care.
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
And make me again her four year old child.
From a mother to a child, Who is close to her heart.
He is just like her own child.
He is good, he is wise but some how,
He forgot his closest tie.
He moved on with success and pride.
Mom is happy for him but she's is longing to see him back in her life.
FEW WORDS SON : JUST FOR YOU
Moved out with chattels and paraphrenalia.
Moved out for ever.
With heavy heart, son leaving you there.
Son, with you emotions are entwined.
May those beautiful moments rewind.
Confusions and priorities may change your behaviour and mind.
I will always wait till you realise how closely we are affined.
Yes, I won't ever call you coz my dignity was maligned.
Son, still I can not deny that you are always in my heart and on my mind.
Son, my eyes will always wait for your sight.
All I want you to know is that son, you are my delight.
O my son listen to my words
You had born in the world of curse
In this world there is no one to show you
your way
No one to think what you eat today
You have to find your path by your own
Your doings decide you eat or not
If you win..my son,
only one or two be pride
But if you lost,
there were many to criticise
You mustn't lost confidence
You mustn't lost hope
Don't be yourself lost
In this world of smoke
Memory verse-recitation
enriched our phone conversation,
concluded with, “Mommy loves you,
but God loves you the most!”
Gaining consciousness after his accident,
“Mommy” was the first word he uttered.
He’s 22, but he’s like a two year-old, longing for Mom.*
God-instilled Mom’s love
reverberates in the heart**
oblivion can’t shut
*Such son is among the children whom I have become a mother to in our orphanage. He was brought to our custody when he was 1 and 8 months old. The last time I saw him was in 2018. He started to call me in May this year, and we had regular fellowship hours through phone... until the 2nd week of June. We are praying for his recovery as we await for his transport back to our place, to be in our care, hopefully after the community quarantine. He met an accident on June 24 in the Visayas. We are in Luzon, so he is an island away from us.
** Psalm 57:7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
July 10, 2020
3rd place, "A MEMORY" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 7/13/2020.
The child is out of control, angry, mad, mean.
Teachers have their theories about what the kid wants as a reward
For doing his work, to stay in his own space,
to leave his classmates alone to stop yelling.
They think he will want to eat lunch with the principal.
He will want to have extra computer time.
He will want to have a talk with the coach for ten minutes a week.
They come up with a list of one hundred things he probably wants.
One teacher asks the child. What does he want?
He wants his mother to put him on her lap and say she loves him.
The teacher calls the mother to put in the request.
The mother says “I don’t have time for that nonsense.”
The teacher thinks she is kidding, but she is not.
Where do they go from here?
Luke Acorn planted oak trees in a dell
and called to his mother to see,
but Mrs Acorn had other things to do.
She had cakes to bake
and shirts to make
for Luke Acorn on the go.
She had songs to sing
and plans to make,
and constant brewing tea.
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12/17/2015
Contest - Your Choice - Light Verse
Sponsor - Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
I remember the day i found out about you,
I thought my life was through,
What i didnt realize was my life was just about to start,
From your first breathe you completely stole my heart,
Never felt so much love,happiness or joy
As i did that day they handed me my baby boy
As the years go by your growing so fast,
Each moment with you adds wonderful memories that will forever last,
You are amazing so hansome and bright,
What can i say it was love at fist sight,
You are full of suprizes day after day,
I count my blessings knowing i lucky in every way,
Just want to say from a mother to her son,
That i thank god for you when the day is done
Son to Mother
(A Tribute to Langston Hughes' Mother to Son)
Mama thank you for your wisdom
that you provided since I was in womb.
I am proud to say I’ve become a man
and on my own two feet tall I stand.
It wasn’t easy, this path I’ve led
being a counter-cultural black man – what so many dread.
But watching you made me strong over the years
and I saw how your walk brought you to tears.
With decent dignity you inspired me
to never accept less than what I should be.
While walking and doing the very best you could,
believing that crystal stairs came after the wood.
And now that I have finally arrived,
it’s because of your courage that I survived.
So for that, mama, I say a job well done;
from your example, I can teach my own son.
These walls are blinding,
Holding no reflection,
Revealing no tone, shade, or hue.
Swallowing all life and personality within.
These walls are weighted with sadness and neglect.
Wonders and horrors of the world barred off.
Alone she sits, needle at bedside.
Along with the spark in her eyes this four-cornered room has long since gone dark.
Her sun once brightened her world,
Illuminating the four-cornered abyss.
But alas, the night always comes for the day's bright sky.
Alone he sits, at her bedside,
He's lost her again hasn't he?
Day breaks, the sun is rising,
A little boy calls for his mother to come home.
You come to me on bended knee,
Mommy will you tell me a story?
Will you hold me tight,
Before you go to sleep tonight?
Tomorrow can we play,
What is a mother to say?
Can you see me in you,
Can you teach me to love as you do?
Can you make me laugh and smile,
Mommy I love being your child.
Mommy will you still love me when I'm all grown-up,
My answer of course is "Yes, my love".
Mommy can I grow up and be like you,
But my darling, it is I who wishes I were more like you.
And when I have faded from this world and all you can do is recall,
Just remember it was I who loved you first and most of all!
To my darling babies: Xach and Kylee
(Dedicated to Oluyemisi Janet Akinwande)
God empowered you mother to be a channel
Through which I found my way from heaven to earth
What a great privilege to come to the world through you
What a great privilege to come through your world oh mother,
I’m most grateful
You passionately took care of me from cradle unto maturity
Your love for me as an adult gave me
Hindsight to your immeasurable
And unconditional care for me as a child
I’m most grateful
Even after the call of father to the place of rest
You did everything decently possible,
leaving the state of convenience for the city of hardship for me to have a paradise of life
Many sleepless nights, laboring to make me a responsible figure in the society
I’m highly grateful
Hmmm!
I declare with a loud voice and humble heart, by the anointing upon my life
Your world shall be established as long as Christ tarries
You shall be a great example of honor of motherhood
You will live to see the fruitfulness of your fruits in wealth and good health
Your heart shall be made glad and joyous
Women shall call you blessed and young ladies shall come to learn from you
Foreigners shall say of you, what a blessed mother
Dear Mother
© 2007
Eric Edward, what an inspiration
Fighting for a cause in a dangerous location
Browns, greens and dark colours match
Loading shells and weapons in a particular batch
The glint in his eye of that brave young soul
Heart beating pure, being home safe is his goal
Orders given to a job he may not understand
Passionate for his country on this foreign land
Heat blazing down on his fragile body
Brotherhood so strong, never shoddy
Maybe he is used as a pawn in a political battle
Unlike weak politicians, he’ll never throw in his rattle
Leading by example in a courageous way
In a world that looses patriotic views every day.
I remember the individuals who risk their lives
They also have Sons, mothers, brothers and wives
Lets not forget ‘Sweetheart’ who worries every night
Mother to her child who worries, hoping he’ll be alright
Never judge on what is right and what is wrong
The world is a long way from singing a harmonic song
Thank you for the efforts of the brave
Hopefully one day its your life I will be able to save
Come home safe to your worried mother
The day will be soon to embrace one another.
God bless.
No child, do not think I hate you
When I hit you with the rod.
Not that I am wilder than our wildest mothers
Or hate to see you play,pick or pluck
Sweet pleasure with your hands.
Do not admire those who do the drugs
And taking too much drink, take their own wits.
You cannot afford to be at a standstill
Like those who watch and wait
For the wings of chance.
When all is harsh around and about
When your mates mark and make their way
You cannot afford to be at a standstill!
Go to school and make for yourself a man
Grow up, my little man and warm
My heart with your wisdom.
Do not let your prime wander
And by wandering lose the way.
Seize the satchel while spring is green
For if you are shiftless or lazy,
Time shall fall frozen upon your face