Mom We Poems | Examples
These Mom We poems are examples of We poems about Mom. These are the best examples of We Mom poems written by international poets.
Those we love don't go away
They walk beside us every day
They assure us telling- “Fear not,
We’ll abide with you and never desert”
They may not gift us with incense, myrrh or gold
But their loving assurance makes us bold
In darkness, they burn like a guiding beacon,
In loneliness, a sweet presence never letting us weaken.
When broken, I look up to my Dad and Mom
Their prayers from above make me calm.
I am sure, their love won’t part from me.
Their blessings make me swim across the turbulent sea.
Rich, I am with a treasure that never ends—
Nothing beats the love that comes from true friends.
Like the early rays of morn, they fill me with joy
Like the dulcet notes of a flute, they make me enjoy.
Our friends, a chosen crew who walk with us along life’s shore.
Their love, a strong thread, saving grace and an open door.
Their presence, a lingering scent, a life sustaining breath.
They stay on, activating and energizing us till our death.
Categories:
we, appreciation, friendship, love,
Those we love don’t go away.
They walk beside us every day.
I don’t see this as consolation,
for I’d rather they enter the pearly gate.
Nevertheless, do they follow us,
the sorrowing cheek, somehow caress?
Some picture my mom and twin with
manhattans, a cheer of cherry juice.
At first, my nose held floral scents,
a couple whisps in dream accents.
I’d wake up speedily, as Grandma
was surely at the head of my bed.
I believe, when they go, they’re near.
They leave us with comfort, not fear.
Still they must click their heels
on fine streets of gold and meet God.
So, I’m not sold on my dear one,
being near, but rather having fun.
Can you imagine all the beautiful places
and soul after soul to celebrate with?
Yes, I believe they stay long enough to
say goodbye, to dry our tears, to few.
I long to walk beside them every day,
On the brighter side, they won’t go away.
Categories:
we, hope,
"Those we love don't go away they walk beside us every day"
Years may come and years may go
still the memory of her scent still flows
"I'm praying in an angel, just for you"
she'd say then whisper, "I love you"
Echoes of her love still stir in me
beneath the silent hush of her carefree
The story of our lives, cache of gold
hidden in my chest never to grow old
Years may come and years may go
she walks beside me every day.
Those we love don't go away,
inside our hearts they always stay.
Categories:
we, analogy, memory, mom,
We chased the wind through gravel lots,
told stories in the sun-soft spots.
Spoke Spanish in the checkout line,
translated fear into “it’s fine.”
Held my brother’s hand through crowded space,
learned stillness in his silent grace.
Watched Mom brave a world not made for her,
became her voice, her messenger.
School bells rang like distant drums,
where I stood tall though doubt still comes.
The Boardroom didn’t feel like mine—
but I stayed, held steady, to redefine.
And when the cap flew toward the sky,
I didn’t cry—I knew just why:
We leave the halls but not the fight—
still shaped by love, still seeking light.
Categories:
we, 12th grade,
If we embraced caring, what a world we could have
Empathy would ooze forth from every Mom and Dad
The golden rule would be apparent on every corner of town
Six would run to help when an old lady has fallen down.
We would know our neighbors, their names, and stories too
People would be upbeat, and excited, no one would be blue
Doctors would stop prescribing medicine, for there would be no need.
Until our bodies turn one hundred and we had truly gone to seed
Murders, rapes, and home invasions would be thing of the past.
Caring is the new sheriff in town, and we all hope it will last.
If we embraced caring, on one would go homeless or hungry.
If we embraced caring, what a kind world this could be!
Categories:
we, world,
We kids sled
past the home of so-long-ago.
We kids wear
snow-black boots and warm
mittens. We kids sled,
on a cold sunny day,
across the Vale’s backyard;
Old-timers let
us kids sled
through flurried laughter,
cheeks frozen-red,
and out all day,
it seemed.
What was Mom doing,
I wonder? I wish I could
dust off the window
and see her
and get a tear in my eye.
The teardrop shape is frozen
in time. We kids sled
without a care in the world.
Categories:
we, childhood, winter,
Mom saved the blue dishes for over fifty years
when we have important guests, she told us
we thought we were the important guests
but never saw them come out of the pantry
because she forgot she had them
not because she forgot she had us
Categories:
we, women,
Mom and I liked to go on country drives,
she drove fast and I feared for our lives;
we got lost most of the time,
in lush scenery sublime;
Oh, don't worry ! 'Cause we always survives !
Down long winding roads many farms we passed,
but because they were a blur I looked fast;
we sped by brown mooing cows,
and startled farmers on ploughs;
later, I exclaimed . . . Mom that was a blast !
Categories:
we, fun,
Mama’s Thanksgiving plans went awry.
Football lovers might understand why.
Mama called for the blessing.
Everyone was obsessing
over touchdowns. Mom uttered a sigh.
“Keep the food warm till two,” Daddy said.
A huge turkey leg glanced off his head.
To the table, all scurried,
for they’d grown rather worried
Mama might next be hurling the bread.
Categories:
we, 10th grade, football, thanksgiving
My mom asked if I wanted to go in.
He knows, and he’s waiting to tell us.
He tells us that I’m a weirdo.
He tells us that I’m quiet, and shy, and going to be like that forever.
And there’s nothing we can do about that.
He smiles, evilly.
He smiles, in pity.
I’ll never see him again.
I’ll have to go home right after.
To do homework.
I’m in my room, and it’s silent.
I know she’s downstairs,
I know she’s mad that I’m like this.
We never talk anymore.
Like we did when I was a kid.
I learned it’s better that way.
Now I know I was right.
Categories:
we, angst, anxiety,
So fondly I remember,
We would gather ‘round and sing
Mom on the piano, as Christmas
Melodies would ring.
Music always brought us joy,
Come and join us, by all means!
Come fill the house with melodies,
Saxes, trumpets, violins!
We would try to sing our parts,
Smiling all the while together
Building gilded memories
As we cavorted altogether.
Now we live in different places
And our pianist has gone home,
But we will gather ‘round in heaven
And sing again near heaven’s throne.
There, angelic chorus
And all of heaven’s host-
Will raise our mightiest praise
To the God we love the most.
How I thank Him for my family
Whom I’ll see, I don’t know when,
But I look forward to the day
When we’re gathered ‘round again.
Categories:
we, bereavement, christmas, devotion, family,
We used to label our Iowa garden at the end of the rows with seed packets.
We would plant the row first, sprinkiing the teensy seeds and covering them.
Then we would nail the seed packet to the stake at the end of the row.
Like little soldiers we saw peas packets, carrot packets, radish packets.
Lettuice packets, potato packets, green bean packets, rows and rows of them.
Mom always threw in two rows of flowers - usually marigolds and zinnias.
Dad rolled his eyes, but I think he liked them too; we kids did also.
Our table always had fresh vegetables, berries and mushrooms from nature.
The rest of the field next to the garden was left to plant corn. Big juicy corn.
We lived in Iowa, so we never had to label corn; everyone recognized it.
Categories:
we, farm,
I always felt like life ought to have larger meaning than I'd ever be able to attribute. Raised in a former Soviet republic by a single parent whose primary, righteously so, goal was to build my character - with utmost morals, good marks, great ethics, perfect behaviour, classic literature and a life goal to achieve. Time wasted was a sin. Beware of idle!
This motto, engraved in my mindset, ruled my life marathon never letting its muscular arms off my back. Never stroked, rather whipped.
Take it easy, relax and chill, lay back or even stop and smell the roses were foreign idioms I wouldn't know how to apply. "Living for myself" sounded like an oxymoron.
And "Love is all we need" wasn't the ground I walked on as a child. Pristine and pragmatic were my compass directives that sharpened my common sense (turned out not to be that common). A very handy trait.
I now dare to impart on my mom what dear life taught me: love is the most powerful sense, taking time to express it is never idle, taking it easy saves the heart beat, and smelling the roses brings out the fragrant presence of Now, all we have.
I love you, mom.
February 9, 2023
Categories:
we, childhood, life, love,
“Where is she?” Auntie asked. Not reading again, I hope.”
“She surely is,” her parents replied. “She is no kind of dope.”
“I want her to go out and play, travel, and make a friend.”
“Not right now,” her niece told her. “Not until I get to the end.”
“Why does she love it so?” her auntie asked, not understanding at all.
“She travels the world in her novels, she can be miniature or tall.
One day she is a pirate, the next day a giraffe or race car or an atom bomb.
We encourage it because it keeps her safe, and happy,” said her Mom.
Categories:
we, books,
I scream for ice cream she shouted until her lungs burned
she was a tomboy with a strawberry birth mark on her cheek
she ran like she owned gumby legs and Popeye arms of steel
never wiped a dish in her life, she was too busy climbing trees
When she was home her tongue would never stop wagging
and the stories that she told took up all of mom's afternoon
She would dig into the fridge for freshly washed strawberries
then ask with a grin " when is the ice cream truck coming? "
"Dishes don't get cleaned by themselves" mom noted
Mr. Dunbar is fixing his truck, its going to take all afternoon
then she would pull out a tub of strawberry ice cream and say
"Dig in and enjoy the taste on your tongue" while Annie smiled
I scream for ice cream shouted a hoyden girl with wild curls
she could really dish it out when she chose to holler
when she came home with a tongue on fire from hot pepper candy
"Dig in, enjoy the cool taste on your tongue " mom said with a grin.
July 5, 2022
Words used : strawberries, dish, tongue, afternoon
Categories:
appreciation, sweet,