Poet: Tom S. Gold
Written from the heart, written by your son
I wouldn't trade you Mother, no, not for anyone!
Thank you for your support, thank you for your love
God look down on me and sent me you, an angel from above.
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Poet: C. A. Lynch
What did I do to deserve a Mom like you
Kind, patient, and so loving too
Thank you Mother for all you do
I will always love you too!
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Poet: Edgar Allan Poe
In the heavens above
The angels whispering to one another,
Can find, amid their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "mother"
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Poet: C. A. Lynch
There are many types of love, that's true
Some make us happy, some make us blue
But my love for my Mother will be
A love that comes so naturally.
No matter what, she is always there
Loving me and full of care.
I love you Mom!
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Poet: C. A. Lynch
Motherhood is a joy
Matters not if a girl or boy
Guiding, loving this child
Truly makes life worthwhile.
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Poet: Tom S. Gold
Happy Mother's Day to You
Thank you for all you do.
You alway show love, support and care
And always are concerned for our welfare
Mom, we love you so
We just want you to know
You're the best Mom one could have
We wouldn't trade you for another.
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Poet: C. A. Lynch
Cheers to a mom who is so special and unique,
Your kindness, gentleness and wisdom are truly a treat.
You always find time for those who you love with care,
That�s why all of us gather near you this day to share.
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Poet: Tom S. Gold
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Mom never forget
I Love YOU!
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Poet: C. A. Lynch
They say moms are good and grandmas are great,
But I think my mom is something more than that.
For her wisdom and dedication she can�t be beat,
Having to work hard makes mom a unique feat.
Mom you�re the absolute best; you shine so bright and far,
And I can�t even imagine how amazing you�ll be as a Grandma!
A grandma who�s wise and caring too - what a lucky grandchild they'll be!
But we don't have to wait,because if you ask me - Mom,you�re already great!
Poems About Grandma
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Poet: Harry G. Cole
In this world�s gay throng of fashion, oft we meet with ladies grand,
With fame and style and oh such beauty sculptured by rare nature�s hand.
Mingled with their cultured talents and their cunningness to please
Lurk the charms that please so many men of all � degrees.
Thus we learn to cherish them dearly, also father, sister, sweetheart, brother;
But grander visions loom to memory when we hear the name of mother.
She who toiled so long and faithful yet had pleasant smiles to wear
She who tried to make others happy though she had to grin and bear;
Many burdens tried her patience as they came anew each day,
With the same sweet smile that greeted us, as we would hear her say
Consoling words to comfort, when all others were in vain,
While we loved to have her near us, whenever we were in pain.
We learn to honor these kind deeds mostly after she is gone,
And her gray hair lies mouldering beneath some grassy lawn.
�Tis then we long for one short look into that dear old face,
And for one brief spell, just those careworn marks to trace,
So wandering down life�s weary stream we are asking one another
If there�s any human being that can take the place of mother.
But, ah! She like the flowers doth bloom and fade;
Too soon she departs to the realms of shade,
Though after she withers and goes back to dust,
We do not forget her but long for her thus.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home, is lisped from one shore to the other;
Mother, mother, dear, sweet mother, what is home without a mother.
Quotes About Mom
Poet: Ella Z. Harris
Say, Time, I�ve a bargain to make with you;
Take one whole year of roses and rue,
Give me a day in its place �
A day you will find in the past somewhere.
With sunshine and springtime and all things fair
Centered in one sweet face.
O Time, you have cheated me through the years,
Stolen my laughter and left me your tears,
While signs I must vainly smother.
My life is sad �neath its load of woe,
My days are gray and the years move slow �
Give me one glad day with mother.
For I know bright hours would come again,
Joy would conquer my heart�s strong pain,
Could a boon be mine like this,
My youth�s illusions, now lost and dead,
Would return with her touch on my aching head,
And the world grow new with her kiss.
One whole year of shadow and night �
What a bargain is this for one day of light!
You will never find such another.
Take what you will of sorrow and bloom,
Call back a voice from the silent tomb �
Give me a day with mother.
Quotes About Blessings
Poet: Unknown
Name that tis breathed on battlefields,
And from the dying bed;
Name that we chisel on the stone
Above our holiest dead;
Name that twe lisped in infancy,
The first we learned to call;
Name that endures when memory
Can naught but that recall;
Name that means rest and tenderness
Our lips can frame no other �
So precious that �tis half divine �
The blessed name of Mother
Poet: Margaret E. Sangster
Here�s to the white carnation,
Sturdy and spicy and sweet,
Wafting a breath of perfume
On the stony way of the street;
Bringing a freight of gladness
Whenever the breezes blow;
Here�s to the white carnation,
Pure as the virgin snow.
This is the flower for mother,
Wear it on Mothers� Day;
Flower for rain and sunshine,
Winsome, gallant and gay,
Wear it in mother�s honor,
Pinned to the coat�s lapel;
Wear it in belt and courage,
For her that you love so well.
For mother in lowly cabin,
Or mother in palace hall,
Is ever the truest and dearest,
And ever the best of all.
In travail and pain she bore us,
In laughter and love she nursed,
And who that would shame the mother
Is of all mankind accursed.
Tired and wan to often,
Weary and weak at times,
But always full of the courage
That thrills when the future chimes.
Mother with hands toil-hardened,
Mother in pearls and lace,
The light of heavenly beauty
Shines in her tender face.
So here�s to the white carnation,
Wear it on Mothers� Day;
Flower that blooms for mother,
Winsome, gallant and gay.
Flower of a perfect sweetness,
Flower for hut and hall,
Here�s to the white carnation,
And to mother � our best of all.
Poet: Unknown
No earthly friend can fill a mother's place!
There is an instinct love, an added sense,
Within a mother's breast, that draweth hence
Rare quickness of perception, to discern
Her offspring's wants. She needeth not to learn
By voice or gesture. Swift her footsteps glide.
Noiseless as Silence's self; and at the side
Of her beloved one, with love's strength inspired,
She is content to watch for hours untired -
To move the weary limb, and soft recline
The aching head; the language of a sigh.
Wishes unshaped in words, by glance or sign,
Quick to interpret and to gratify.
Poet: Melville Miller
Somehow God always seemed so real,
Somehow I could not doubt, nor feel
That God was ever far away,
When I could hear my mother pray;
Somehow when she would kneel in prayer,
God always seemed to meet her there.
When she would kneel beside my bed,
With her dear hands upon my head,
My little heart would cease to fear,
And God would seem to come so near;
Somehow, someway, when Mother prayed,
I could not, dared not, feel afraid.
And when she prayed for him to keep
Me through the night, and give me sleep
And rest until the break of day,
I felt that it must be, someway;
That round about me was his arm,
And he could keep me safe from harm.
When Mother prayed! O precious hour,
When God would come in mighty power!
O memory sweet! O hallowed place
Where God did shine in Mother's face!
Somehow in prayer she found such rest;
Somehow her soul God always blest.
When Mother prayed! Ah, then I knew
Within my soul that God is true;
I could no longer doubt his love;
And, yielding all, born from above,
My soul was filled with peace divine,
And mother's God was thenceforth mine.
Christian Poems
This poem describes some of the trials and tribulations of being a mother and how things can get a little out of hand sometimes but ultimately our mothers want the best for us and how we need to remember they are only human and we need to be patient with them just like they are so very patient with us!
Poet: Dr. T. Wilkins
Do not speak cross to your mother, though your angry heart may break.
For you do not know the hours she has suffered for your sake
And you cannot tell what moment that her earthly sun may set,
Then for every cross word spoken you will carry a regret.
Her old heart is often breaking and her eyes oft filled with tears,
While her thoughts are for her children in the coming of the years.
Her kind spirit shows no falter in the duty to her own.
And her bosom covers sorrows by her children never known.
All grandchildren are her idols, aye, far more to her than gold.
And though sometime while correcting she may get real cross and scold,
There is always warm and tender in her voice's undertone
That deep feeling of affection that true mothers only own.
Oft her language may be cutting when her nerves are all unstrung.
But be patient, she's your mother, and her nerves are not so young.
She was patient, kind and gentle to her children in the past.
And it is a bounden duty that they love her to the last.
She may scold you as she used to in the days that are gone by.
Till it wounds your very spirit and you feel that you must cry,
But be patient with your mother, yes, be calm e'en then and smile
For she loves you and can linger with you but a little while.
Kindly make her life a heaven while she stays upon the earth.
If you have the kind of spirit to appreciate your birth.
Through the sunshine and the shadows of this life she guarded you.
And your love and sweetest kindness to your mother is now due.
