Mother's Day Poems -- 2




Poems -- 2

THAT WONDERFUL MOTHER OF MINE

The moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of that wonderful mother of mine.

The birds never sing but a message they bring
Of that wonderful mother of mine.

Just to bring back the time, that was so sweet to me,
Just to bring back the days, when I sat on her knee.

I pray ev'ry night to our Father above,
For that wonderful mother of mine.

I ask Him to keep her as long as He can
That -- wonderful mother of mine.

There are treasures on earth,
that made life seem worthwhile,

But there's none can compare
to my mother's smile.
(Refrain)

You are a wonderful mother,
dear old Mother of mine.

You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart,
'Till the stars no longer shine.

Your soul shall live on forever,
On through the fields of time.

For there'll never be another to me,
Like that wonderful Mother of mine.

~~ Clyde Hager

ODE TO MOTHERS

Mothers cannot do it all
But surely do they try.

Mothers hear the angel's call,
To comfort all who cry.

Mothers for themselves may fall,
For others they will fly.

Mother's bear the weight of all,
For their children, they would die.

A Mother's gift extends beyond
All bounds of time and space.

Her lovingness and nurturing
Make Earth a peaceful place.

~~ Kristin F. McKendall

I TOOK HIS HAND AND FOLLOWED

My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn't make the bed.

I took his hand and followed
where his eager footsteps led.

Oh, yes, we went adventuring,
my little son and I...

Exploring all the great outdoors
beneath the summer sky.

We waded in a crystal stream,
we wandered through a wood...

My kitchen wasn't swept today,
but life was rich and good.

We found a cool, sun-dappled glade,
and now my small son knows

How mother bunny hides her nest,
where Jack-in-the-pulpit grows,

We watched a robin feed her young,
we climbed a sunlit hill...

Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,
we plucked a daffodil.

That my house was neglected,
that i didn't brush the stairs,

In twenty years no one on earth will know
or even care.

But that I've helped my little boy
to noble manhood grow

In twenty years the whole wide world
may look and see and know.

~~ Author Unknown

A mother understands
what a child
does not say.
Thanks for listening, Mom.

TEACHER

You taught me lots of things, Mom
-- more than any other teacher.

You taught me how to cook and sew,
how to dust and clean and do the laundry.

You taught me how to shop for groceries
and compare prices, how to plant
flowers and even how to "play second fiddle."

And you never got angry when I learned slowly
or made mistakes. You just patiently started again
and again until I could do it on my own.

But you also taught me
the more important things in life --
things that made life exciting and worthwhile.

You taught me it was more blessed to give
than to receive by taking cakes to the neighbors.

You taught me to love the lonely
by visiting the retirement homes
and your aging relatives and friends.

You taught me the meaning of humility
by quietly serving others
and taking no credit for yourself.

And you taught me kindness
by the way you spoke to the mailman,
the paperboy and the old man
who came to our backdoor for something to eat.

You taught me how to live.

~~ Mary Hollingsworth

As a child your
love nurtured me...
now it sustains me

A MOTHER

God sought to give the sweetest thing
In His almighty power
To earth; and deeply pondering
What it should be, one hour
In fondest joy and love of heart
Outweighing every other,
He moved the gates of heaven apart
And gave to earth a mother.

~~ Author Unknown

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS...

Twas the night before Christmas,
when all thru the abode
Only one creature was stirring,
And she was cleaning the commode.

The children were finally sleeping
All snug in their beds,
While visions of Nintendo 64 and Barbie
flipped through their heads.

The dad was snoring in front of the T.V.
with a half-constructed bicycle on his knee.

So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter
Which made her sigh, "Now whats the matter?"

With the toliet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,
she descended the stairs And saw the old man.

He was covered with ashes and soot,
which fell with a shrug.
"Oh great," muttered the mom,
"Now I have to clean the rug."

"Ho-ho-ho!" cried Santa, "I'm glad you're awake."
"Your gift was especially difficult to make."

"Thanks Santa, but all I want is some time alone."
"Exactly!" he chuckled, "I've made you a clone."

"A clone?" she asked, "What good is that?
Run along Santa, I've got no time for chit-chat."

The mother's twin,
Same hair, same eyes,
Same double chin.

"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess.
You'll relax, take it easy,
Watch the Young and the Restless."

"Fantastic!" the mom cheered. "My dream come true!"
I'll shop. I'll read, I'll sleep the whole night through!"

From the room above The youngest began to fret.
"Mommy?! I scared..." "and I wet."

The clone replied, "I'm coming sweetheart."
"Hey," the mom smiled, "She knows her part."

The clone changed the small one and hummed a tune
As she bundled the child In a blanket cocoon.

"You the best mommy ever." "I really love you."
The clone smiled and sighed, "I love you, too."

The mom frowned and said, "Sorry, Santa, no deal.
Thats my child's love she's trying to steal."

Smiling wisely Santa said, "To me it is clear
Only one loving mother Is needed here."

The mom kissed her child and tucked her into bed.
"Thank you, Santa, for clearing my head.

I sometimes forget it won't be very long
when they'll be too old for my cradle-song."

The clock on the mantle began to chime,
Santa whispered to the clone, "It works every time."

With the clone by his side Santa said "Goodnight.
Merry Christmas, Mom. You'll be all right."

~~ Karen Spiegler

A MOTHER'S POEM

My hands were busy through the day,
I didn't have much time to play,

the little games you asked me to.
I didn't have much time for you.

I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book,

and ask me, please to share your fun,
I'd say, "A little later son."

I'd tuck you in all safe at night,
and hear your prayers, turn out the light,

then tiptoe softly to the door,
I wish I'd stayed a little more.

For life is short, and years rush past,
A little boy grows up so fast.

No longer is he at your side,
his precious secrets to confide.

The picture books are put away,
There are no children's games to play,

No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear,
that all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands once busy now lie still,
the days are long and hard to fill,

I wish I might go back and do,
the little things you asked me to!

Below are the Ku-kai offerings
submitted in a writing contest....
The subject was "Mother's Day."

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old woman catnaps
near the phone
--Mother's Day

~~ Susan

"A subtle, but poignant image,
with lots of possible implications..."

"This haiku is funny and yet poignant.
I hope she received her call(s)."

"Even though my spouse says
a male chauvinist pig wrote it!"

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Mother's Day
a fresh bouquet
at her grave.

~~ Lael

"Simple and to the point, yet..."

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chill in the air
warmth of the homefire
Mother's Day.

~~ Pearl

"A nice contrast here.
Escaping the chill for a welcome warmth.
Cozy."

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a labored sigh,
the newborn baby cries -
it's mother's day

~~ Brad

"Remembering how it all begins,
starting with Mom's labored sigh."

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Mother's Day --
he proffers tulips
freshly picked

~~ acm

"'Freshly picked' hints that this is a boy
-- perhaps a young man --
picking from Mom's garden.
I like the spontaneity implied here."

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once a child
even my mother
on Mother's Day

~~ Jeanne

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burnt offerings
teary smiles -
Mother's Day

~~ doris

"An ambitious "offering."
At our house the norm is
a giant bowl of Cheerios and milk."

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some assembly required,
eight boys a-bakin'
mother's day eve

~~ Lee

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Mother's Day -
she holds grown-up son's
home-made card

~~ Izak

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a baby slept
forever
- first mother's day

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Mother's Day--
first time
without her

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Mother's Day--
again you're not here,
memories of harsh words

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Flowers on Mother's Day.
I visit as always --
brushing snow from your stone.

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refrigerator art-
rainbow flying ponies
for Mother's Day

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Mother's Day card--
the wild scribbles
her signature

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this year's Mother's Day-
I bring flowers and my time...
she can comb my hair

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Lost and found
at Mother's Day concert:
a wallet, a child, harmony.

THE MOTHER'S DAY SONG

Once each year on Sunday
There comes such a special day,

A day to honor mothers
In a somewhat special way.

We send them gifts and flowers,
And a card that tries to say

How we appreciate our mothers
More than just in May.

Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for giving my life to me.

Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for mending my torn up knee.

Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for teaching me how to pray.

Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for helping me on my way.

But after Mother's Day is gone,
We seldome find the time

To think about our mothers,
Or to call them for a dime.

We act as though to show them love
Would constitute a crime

Oh how selfish it appears
When deeds and words don't rhyme.

Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for giving my life to me.

Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for mending my torn up knee.

Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for teaching me how to pray.

Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for helping me on my way.

We've gathered here to honor
Mothers everywhere today.

The ones who gave us everything
By knowing how to pray.

And, in this hour once a year,
We're hoping we can say

The thanks we seldom say to her,
Going on our way.

Let's thank our mothers.
Thank them on every day of the week.

Let's thank our mothers.
Thank them in deed, not in words that we speak.

Please thank your mother,
Turn to her now and smile and say,

"Oh thank you, mother,
Thank you for helping me on my way!"

"We love you and that's all we'd like to say!"

~~ Shamblin Stone, 1977

MOMS

To the sweetest mom in all the world
This is a special wish

To make this very special day
A very special treat

But when this day is passed and gone
You mom will still be mom.

Still caring and still sharing
In those very special ways

To the nicest mom on earth
I say, "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY."

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