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Love Poems About Mom or Mom Love Poems
by Daniel Turner |
Categories: love, mother,

A Gift of Love

Around my mom, I always felt my guilt
My conscience seemed to always take her side
Some years ago, I gave her a new quilt
I still recall the tears of joy she cried

My gift of love to warm her nights with pride
It's hand sewn patches in a ring design
It showed up at my door after she died
Inside a plain brown box tied with used twine

And though there was no note, I read her mind
She knew the message sent would be received
A gift of love, to warm, when life's unkind
She once made quilts to give to those in need

Her gift of love with message plain to see
She knew the one in need, this time... was me.



    by Daniel Turner


by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, mom, mothers day,

My Mom

My mother was your average country mom
She wasn't gorgeous. Some might call her "plain"
But had the patience to diffuse a bomb
Her eyes grew narrow, when I caused her pain

She never raised her voice nor slapped my face
Still taught me right from wrong and not to lie
Made sure I bowed my head when dad said grace
Encouraged me to find new things to try

And even though she worked, twas not for greed
She took great pleasure from the "simple things"
She told me, "Faith in God," was all one needs
That real love doesn't come with any strings

My mother was as gentle as a dove
My prayer this Mother's Day, she knows she's loved



    by Daniel Turner




by Jeremy Martin |
Categories: mother, me, love, me,

For my mom

Though many songs are written of angels
I must add to the empire 
This small hymn to a woman, a champion of life 
Nameless here, but named in all things good and pure
I'll stand beside her work, her artistry astounds the stars 
And all light that is given is humbled in her presence 
Every worry is smoothed away, all tears absolved 
God, let me take her sadness into me and carry it for her
Until I am old, and then I'll have my chance to see her once more 
I am not a religious man, but she brings the divine to me  
And cradles me forever in her selfless, adoring arms 
I love you mother, I love you
I will always love you

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: mother son,

Letter To Mom

Dear Mother,
Conceived in love, your passion gave me life
The very blood this heart pumps through these veins
A dream fulfilled as mother and as wife
I wonder now, if I was worth your pain

I did not walk the path you set me on
The gifts you gave to me are still like new
My body, I abused, A wasted pawn
I sang my song, performed my own soft shoe

But each thing I have done, I gave my all
Regardless of the deed, I did my best
I never asked you once to break my fall
Nor steal the grass or twigs that line your nest

At times in life, I know I've made you cry
Your passion, is my only alibi




                by Daniel Turner



by Emile Pinet |
Categories: emotions, family, feelings, love, mom,

Mothers Hear

When your fledgling heart is breaking
and tears silently start to fall...
mothers hear.

When you whisper of secret loves
suppressing muffled cries of joy...
mothers hear.

When lies are rehearsed in your mind
and before you utter a word...
mothers hear.

When you struggle to stifle screams
entombed in a cone of silence...
mothers hear.

When you learn to laugh at yourself
and take life less seriously...
mothers hear.

When you mumble I love you mom
and the words come straight from your heart...
mothers hear.

by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: mother daughter, thanks,

Thankful for Four O'clocks



The rain that seemed to wash my hopes away
Left an amazing gift for me to find
Beyond the puddles that remained behind
New signs of life revived one summer day

I had not planted anything at all
'Twas Mom who wanted me to find this prize
Her efforts surely took me by surprise
Three decades passed; her smile I can’t recall

But in the yard where she drew her last breath
A bed of Four O’Clocks awoke one day
It was as if my Mom were there to say
“My love for you survived beyond my death”




*Written November 7, 2018
“Thankful Poetry Contest” hosted by Tania Kitchin

by Jared Pickett |
Categories: motherlove, me,

The Christmas Card

Christmas day so full of joy,
putting a smile on my face.
Inspiring your eldest boy
with love. I say grace

I am fortunate to have
a mother like you.
No matter the distance between us,
Your love will shine through.

You've made me what I am today.
Molded me into Asavvy man.
Being there, supporting my dreams.
Doing everything you can.

I say thank you Mom,
for all that you have done.
My muse, my backbone, my mother, I love you.
Sincerely, 
Your eldest son......


Jared Pickett
Asavvy1
12/18/05

by Melissa Tracy |
Categories: child, christmas,

Dear Santa I want a batmobile

Dear Santa I want a batmobile that can fly
I want to go way up above the sky
You probably think it's silly and are asking yourself, why?
You see I've got to get to heaven so it has to go real high
Don't get the wrong impression, I don't want to die 
I wish to meet a couple grandparents,for them mom and dad do cry
They say they'd love me and wish I could have met them as they let out a sigh
If I can't have a batmobile I'll settle for a set of wings,just bring me something that can fly

by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: happy, humorous, love, silly,

Welcome to my Bio

Brenda Gail 
I am Compassionate, love and breathe poetry, humorous and a peace maker.
Sister of Patti Lynne, Paul, David and Beth.
I love children (more), I love to sing in a choir and have a song for just about everything. I love to make others happy.
I feel loved, appreciated and very blessed.
I fear not being healthy enough to make it to my son’s wedding, getting sick this winter and losing my mom.
I’d love to be able to travel again, walk around a mall, and would love to be in a poetry slam.
Living in the GTA Greater Toronto Area, Ontario.
Meier-Hans 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.13.2014
Regina Riddles Contest: Bio Poems
1st

by jl sadberry |
Categories: angel, autumn, birth, universe,

A Zillion Stars

August eighth nineteen thirty-seven her tiny Spirit thus landed on
This distant planet, within a parallel universe her newborne galaxy..
Ancient eyes gazing as yet but another of their own; Celestial's child ?






* ...."Lawana Faye Workman-Sadberry, Born August 8th, 1937, 'Her Beauty,' 
A Journey Unto Love's Stars, May 16th, 2013 * 'I Love You Mom,' Always.... *


by Elaine George |
Categories: childhood, writing,

Putting My Life on the Line

Tiptoeing in the middle of  the night
Certain that Mom and Dad are out sight
Stealing away to do what I love best
Heart pounding like a hammer in my chest

There on those linen sheets you wait for me
All spaced out,  and as blank as blank can be
I close the door and hide away the key
Escaping  from a life of drudgery

Once again putting my life on the line
Though Mom and Dad say it is such a crime
Neglecting my homework to be with you 
Knowing to thine own self I must be true

So with pen in hand I lay myself down
And pray that this diary won’t be found

Author:  Elaine George
                  
Written:  may 19, 2014 
Inspired By my imagination for the  contest
 

by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: baby, birth, child, love, mother, son,

Son

You came to me on angels wings
Your smile was so divine,
I looked into your big blue eyes
Not believing you were mine.

With skin so soft and hair of down
You came to me that day,
And as I held you on my breast
You stole my heart away.

Sweet child if you could ever know
The love I felt for you,
As the years flew quickly by
That love just grew and grew.

So I’ll just quietly watch you grow
Into a man my son.
I want you to know what a privilege it is 
For me to be your mom.

Written by Brenda  Meier-Hans
2002
Gautami Phookans Contest:
The Sweetest Touches of Verse

by brandy wassam |
Categories: age, beauty, birthday, celebration, christian, mom, mother daughter,

a mothers love

on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith 
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you 
as your thoughts become known 
only then your age is shown

by James Nichols |
Categories: daughter, family, grandmother, life, love, mom, mother, mother daughter, day, day,

Silently She Weeps

Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.

Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.

Every day she comes and wonders,
will she wake today and speak?
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps
An imprisoned mind in body weak.

Every day she comes and touches
the woman like no other.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps.
Maternal daughter, loving mother.

1/1/2013

by Whitney-Renee Johnson |
Categories: conflict, dark, inspiration, spoken word, strength,

Stay Strong

Don't do it.
Don't fall back into that dark hole.
Not again.
You're strong.
You're very strong.
You've come far and you are able to go further.
Don't give up.
You got this.
I promise.
Mom is watching.
She's proud of you.
Just because you made 
A few bad decisions
Doesn't mean you're a bad person.
She loves you.
But you have to learn
How to love yourself.
You're not that person who's trying to take over your body.
Fight against her.
That's not you.
You're stronger than your enemy.
..
Don't do it.
Don't fall back into that dark hole.
Not again.
You ARE strong.
Now look in the mirror
And tell that reflection
That she is beautiful.
Because you are.

by wendy lee klenetsky |
Categories: appreciation, celebration, how i feel, love, memory, mom, poetry,

MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER

MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER

Throughout childhood and adolescent days,
She was my staunchest supporter,
And through teen years and young adulthood
I was glad to be her daughter.
As a mother-in-law and grandma,    
She’s there whenever/wherever she’s needed,
And if this was to be her lot in life,
She’s definitely succeeded.
But whatever she is to other folks;
A friend, sister or other,
She is to me, and will always be
MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER!

BY 
WENDY LEE KLENETSKY: PROUD DAUGHTER OF CECILE SEIGAL

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: fairy, mother,

The Fairies of Motherhood

I bet you didn’t know about the fairies
assigned to all the infants that are born.
At night beside her precious charge each tarries
while softly crooning lullabies till morn.

An extra special fairy will be sent
to first-time mothers of a girl or boy, 
for when the harried fretting mom is spent,
she only has to look upon her joy.

As magic dust releases from above,
the mother sighs and holds her baby near.
Then particles illuminate the love
of one who coos while cradling her dear.

As fairies go, there simply is no other
as blessed as she who serves the child and mother.

by kash poet |
Categories: tribute, woman,

The Perfect Woman






All women are perfect my heart knows better than you, be it mom,wife or daughter perfect they are,this is very true. Just look around you and see, there can't be imperfection in them perfectly they are doing their roles, to find imperfection is a shame. It is not that they are imperfect, it is the way we look at them give little more respect and love, see how they glitter like gems! By :kash poet Contest:The Perfect Woman ============000============

by Black Eyed Susan |
Categories: daughter, loss, love, mother, sad, me, me,

Missing Mom

Please please PLEASE
Say you recognize ME - 
My face, my name;
Please say you know me today.
Say you know me, so we can converse,
A normal chat, words unrehearsed.
No more who are you’s, or who am I’s,
No more confusion when I stop by
I miss you mom and you’d miss me too,
If just once, you only knew…



by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: introspection, mother,

Apologies to My Mother





I didn’t appreciate you enough;  I'm sorry, I didn’t know 
Difficult  times, raising us was so tough; I’m sorry I didn’t know
Little money, food in limited supply, yet you never complained
I didn’t notice  your hands were so rough; I’m sorry, I didn’t know
While working two jobs as well as keeping us all safe, fed and happy
You always seemed calm , never  harsh rebuffs; I’m sorry, I didn’t know
I don’t think you ever had  more than one dress or a new winter coat
We had more love than material stuff; I’m sorry I didn’t know
Jeanie now a mom herself and understands what it must have been like
When I speak of mother my voice gets gruff; I’m sorry, I didn’t know….


by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: encouraging, friendship, new years day,

Friend

Be my friend
Walk with me when I am walking
Sit with me when I am sitting
Hug me when I need a hug
Talk with me when I need someone to talk to

Ignore me when I am angry
Hold me when I am crying
Be there through my sorrows
Help me carry the load when I am struggling

Be there when I need someone 
Help me to move on with my life
Be the one person who never judges me
Show me how to be a better person

Most of all love me for who I am
With all my faults
Also the good parts as well
Just be the person you are
My beloved
My Friend


Written by my mom on New Years day 2014
This is the first poem of hers that I have ever read.
Mama Rocks! I hope she writes more.

by Joseph Sergi |
Categories: bereavement, death, family, goodbye, loss, mom,

Hard to say Good-Bye

I remember your smile and that twinkle in your eye.
How I miss those talks at the table by your side.
The blessings you had were very many it’s true.
A husband by your side with four children too.
Wife, Mother, and Nanny were the names you took.
Sometimes you liked to sit and read a book.
Above all you were loved and they stood by your side.
Even on that darkest night when we all cried.
We know the love you have for someone never dies.
But sometimes when we think of you we still cry.
Because sometimes it’s hard to say Good-bye.

JSergi

by Charles Henderson |
Categories: dedication,

Cyndi

She mostly sits on the outside looking
into the worlds around her.  Day by day
gazing into strong hearts interlocking
with others, bonding in the friendly way.
Her rationale, by and large is to cope
with life as a mom, with a two year old
and the love of a husband giving hope
that neither will be left out in the cold.

She is assured by his drive and his verve.
He - - in return lets her live her own life.
Sometimes her other self loses her nerve:
she revives, being mom, poet and wife

She offers a sonnet for sweet respite,
for life, being young, and living outright

by Mark Turner |
Categories: abortion, baby, religious,

The Unborn Child

The Unborn Child


I wonder will they let me in? 
Will they furnish me with life support?
I want to be my Grandpa's friend,
his pride, his joy, and his hero in sports.

Really, it’s not his decision
for these nine months to go on through.
Mom and Dad, it’s up to your religion
to see that I’m worthwhile and needed, too.


Oh God, I’ll make them love me, 
please, God, tell them both to go on.
I won't act hardheaded, nor wicked nor will I be ,
apathetic and sad, nor gripe and moan.

I’ll lie restfully in my Mother's arms.
Please, God, tell them both to let me be 
BORN.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: caregiving, love, mother, fairy, mother,

The Fairy of Motherhood

Have you heard about a certain fairy,
the one assigned to infants newly born?
Unseen, beside her precious charge she’ll tarry
softly crooning lullabies till morn.

She is the special fairy that is sent
to first-time mothers of a girl or boy, 
for when that harried fretting mom is spent,
and as the mother looks down at her joy,
the fairy sprinkles dust down from above.
The mother sighs and holds her baby near.
Those particles illuminate the love
expressed by mother cooing to her dear.

As fairies go, there simply is no other
as blessed as she who serves the child and mother.