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Mother's Day Poems

 
M - O - T - H - E - R

"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
 Put them all together, they spell
"MOTHER," A word that means the world to me.
Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

mother's day poem

Mother's Love
Her love is like
an island in life's ocean,
vast and wide
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.
'Tis bound on the north by Hope,
 By Patience on the West,
 By tender Counsel on the South
 And on the East by Rest.
 Above it like a beacon light
 Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro' the changing scenes of life
 I find a haven there.
 Author Unknown


MY mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O, my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kiss¨¨d me,
And, pointing to the East, began to say:

'Look at the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men
receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.

'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

'For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear,
The cloud will vanish; we shall hear His voice,
Saying, "Come out from the grove, my love and care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice."'

Thus did my mother say, and kissed me,
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,
mother's day poem

I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our Father's knee;
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him, and he will then love me.
William Blake


I Love You Mum
They way I feel I can't explain
The gratitude inside
For all the days and all the nights
You spent right by my side

For every hug and every kiss
To send me on my way,
For always putting me to bed,
To prepare me for another day

For loving me through the hurt
And pain that's come my way
For holding on to me so tight
That I can barely breathe

For never letting go
Of the hope you hold for my life
For keeping it so close to you heart
All this time

For yelling at me when I'm out of place
For telling me the truth
For forgiving me for what I say
Cause I no it hurts

So now I say what I feel
At this time and day
That mum "I Love You" all the time
So happy mothers day!
by Jessica Ashton
 
Thank God for our Mothers
If life were without water, where would we be?
If life were without mothers,
There would be no you or me.
We all need to take hold, of how precious life really is,
and not take for granted the gift of love and the ability to give.
Thank you to God for creating us all
For giving us our mothers
So we can stand proud and tall.
Humans are no accident, no mistake or error
We sometimes live our lives in fear of this,v Even to the point of terror.
But when the truth is told, and recognised by all,
God does not create rubbish. He knew what he was doing when he created
me and you, but the best gift of all, is giving us loving, caring
Mothers who love us unconditionally through and through.
None of us are perfect, that includes ourselves and family.
Hold onto how precious we are and thank God for our mothers.
by Julia Hunt