Mom Thanks Poems | Examples
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For My Darling Sister, My Punky
I gave Him all thanks when she was born,
my sweet event, my newborn, babe sis.
All that she did, did my heart adorn.
Loving her when seven was valued bliss.
I brought Mom warm wash cloths each change time,
and told her when new bottles were prime.
Joy was snuggling her in bed or a chair.
My Elizabeth Jane's skin was fair,
with a cute button nose and eyes sky blue.
Five ten's have passed and my sis' love stays true.
You had passed on 4 years before.
It seemed to have been so long ago.
I finished high school, moved far away,
And was hoping to find a better way.
Still, I wondered if I could thrive like you;
If I could help improve the livelihood of mom.
In so many ways Dad, you were always on my mind.
When driving or gardening, you are on my mind
Because you taught me how best to do both.
Even now, when I tie my shoes, I think of you because
You showed me how to lace when I was very young.
When I was learning to raise a family, I wondered
If I could provide for them like you did for us.
I often thought about how you spoke of moving west,
But you always remained east of the Mississippi.
I never planned or desired for it to happen Dad, but
I moved to California and lived there for 40 years.
In so many ways, you have always been on my mind.
I'm sure that it was the things you said and did.
You were on my mind because you believed in family,
Never leaving or forsaking us, keeping us protected,
Sheltered, fed, and warm. Thanks, Dad. Missing you.
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Thanksgiving is a time of year
To give thanks to those both far and near.
Be it family, friends, husband, or wife
Or someone else who impacts your life.
Impacting life could be good or bad
Like a deadbeat mom or dad.
Impactful lives help us grow
And at times may even make us glow.
Glowing from a glimmer of hope
In an effort to help us grow and cope.
Help us grow by knowing what we desire
Before that glimmer begins to expire.
When that desire begins to dim
A person’s heart could resent her or him.
The resentment could be from the “what-if’s”
Although others look at you as stuck up and stiff.
So, as you sit together with others
Be kind and thankful to your sisters and brothers.
Sisters and brothers need not be related
For in God’s eyes, we are all equally created.
mom's homemade stuffing
turkey, gravy, potatoes
it smelled delicious
family meals meant so much
without mom, it's not the same
Written 10/24/2021
For A Thanksgiving Tanka Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L. Milton Hankins
I figured out how to talk
I figured out how to walk
I figured out how to read
I figured out how to lead
But none would've been done
Without my mom
Bite Sized Poem 2
Stargazer, stargazer
Bearer of bouquets
Four of stardust
Four the number of times you fussed
Hoping to see cream of the crop.
Pink, yellow, white, and orange stargazer lilies smiled
Your dimpled wife blushed
Step mom, and your auntie-in-law, hushed
Birth mother in her element rocked
You were humbled Prince of Wales with grandmother
You in garden of your mind, born to win
Stood star gazing.
The smell of lavender breeze floated in
Absolute joy soothe our soul,
We gathered not far from heaven's gate
Stargazer, you scouted shimmering colors
Shimmying still.
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Created by God to give birth,
and to populate mother earth.
Though sin made the process painful,
to the task you have been faithful.
The children you bear may cause pain,
As Eve experienced with her Cain.
He chose to become a rebel,
and to kill his brother Abel.
You do not perfection possess,
this your children do confess.
But you possess rare qualities
and have many abilities.
After months of great discomfort,
you endure the pain of childbirth.
Then comes the nurture and caring,
and the years of burden-bearing.
Mom your roles are great in number,
causing you to resist slumber.
Before daylight, you start to stir,
And many days are but a blur.
God made you and gave you the skill,
and the heart his will to fulfill.
He gave you the job to mother,
and teach us to love each other.
Join with me, say thanks to mothers,
who are always helping others.
Be they well, sick, alive, or dead,
Never let their memory fade.
Say thanks to God each day for them,
Keep them forever in your head.
Coming between a wild animal and its food is a very foolish thing to do,
but coming between a mother and her young could be the end of you,
whether you are dealing with a wild animal, or human mother too,
and for that mother dear, I am eternally grateful to you.
I could run a pie over there I think
But my baking prowess is famous for being nonexistent.
What other excuse could there be?
I want to meet your dog?
I ponder this for a day or two.
The dog looks friendly.
The guy doesn’t.
Why do I even care about meeting him?
There is a concrete fence around him
Two feet out in all directions.
He might as well be wearing a helmet
And a Darth Vadar mask.
I watch him for another week.
He is kind of cute. Maybe he is lonely.
I could buy him some cookies or something.
But he doesn’t look like a cookie eater.
My mother comes over.
She is in the yard less than two seconds
Before she runs over and introduces herself
Telling him about her old maid daughter.
He goes into the house seconds later.
I never see him outside again.
Thanks Mom.
Thanks
To Mom and Dad:
Christmas words of gratitude
For all your kind parental latitude.
Thanks for all the nights you lost your sleep,
Thanks for all the junk you let me keep.
Thanks for mending faded jeans,
Thanks for making me eat my greens.
Thanks for putting up with teenage moods,
Thanks for all the drinks and food.
Thanks for all the love and all that mushy stuff,
I know now being big is tough.
Thanks for all the things you've done for me,
From buying toys to mending battered knees.
Thanks for all the thanks I forgot to say,
And being nice about it anyway.
The thanks I owe are more than I can count,
Let's say they're an undefined amount.
There'll be many more to owe, I'm sure it's true,
But mainly, thanks, just for being you.
Tragedy can strike, at any given time.
I pray that you will be ready, and in the right frame of mind.
No matter how big or how small your clan, there only needs to be one.
Who can be strong enough for the others, and can do what needs to be done.
End of life care, is not for the weak.
God will give you the strength, and help you stay on your feet.
The first time in my life, I went through hell and came back.
Was when my mother died from cancer, but my Dad was there and kept me on track.
My father said son, watching your mother die is going to be hard.
It will beat the hell out of your soul, and leave you forever scarred.
You can't possibly understand...what that man and I saw.
But he taught me to have faith in God, and his strength I could always draw.
Thanksgiving dinners are just not the same
.......when you move far away from home
But my siblings and I had no choice
.......to obtain jobs we had to roam
When our mother said she was coming to visit
.......we were so happily elated
For we all knew that we were in for a treat
.......and our tastebuds would soon be sated
Mom once again out did herself
........Thanksgiving dinner was deliciously amazing
Having her with us and cooking with love
.......she deserved all of our praising
She proudly stated, "I'm glad I haven't lost my touch"
.......her face full of loving affection
My siblings and I all readily agreed
.......that her meal was cooked to perfection
But when I added, "Yes, mom you're stilled touched"
.......you could have heard a pin drop
Then gales of laughter followed
.......that no one could seem to stop
For I was known as the sweet one
......so out of character for me to say
Mom knew I was making a joke
.......creating a memorable Thanksgiving day
Nov 5, 2019
Contest~ Thanksgiving Memory
Sponsor ~ Regina Riddle
By Paris Thulare
I am the reflection of my own shadow,
The one behind the existence of barrows .
I am the daughter with pride ,
I am the son at the top of a river nile .
She gave me the chance ,
yet I breathe and yes I believe ,
Because she choose not to abort when she was caught at lion's gate .
She chose not to leave me in a corpse's cage .
She gave me a chance to live .
Who would have thought i could say words in such ?
Who would have thought that my wrist needs a watch ?
But Mother gave me her all .
She wrapped me up when the sun ran hot ,
She lifted up me when the grass was Grey ,
That was when lions wanted to prey .
Nine months isn't a child play ,
But momma made me see the day .
She is the reason why I see this sun until dawn ,
I read book of different pages .
I stumble on top of different shapes ,
Because i've been given the chance to live .
Thank you MOOMMA for the life you gave me.
Thank you Mdali for not abandoning me .
I'm on my way up ,
Sooner you will be proud .
Dear sister...You, Charles, and Mom: all three,
a part of my life forever; I love
you all! But this sonnet is writ for thee
(and for thee only): for you are, above
all, my sibling Achates—bosom friend
in my life and help in my poverty
and suffering. You are my childhood's Godsend.
I know not the veiled reasons or the why
of my hard, joyless life; but, that nevermore
could I remain your role model, the one
you copied and looked up to like before,
because mental illness left me undone.
So, because of your steadfast love for me,
heaven's a place—I know—reserved for thee.
Me mother used to make a mince-meat tart,
Old country way, with loads of shredded meat!
Can’t say, I liked it, till the second bite!
And then, the taste caught you… there was an art
To making tarts that waited to surprise
They took three days of silent preparation,
And all three days, full joy, anticipation,
For when she baked, good cheer was in her eyes!
It was the only time she didn’t grump,
It was a dance! She closed drawers with a bump,
She got happy, when she was making pies!
Put Norman Luboff on to cheer our hearts…
I'd say, the gift was mom, not just the tarts!
7/18/2019