Poet: Cornella Frances Douglass
In offering a tribute to mother today,
There is joy that we cannot express
Her kindness and love we can never repay,
Though we strive to do always our best.
She labors that home may be pleasant and sweet,
A place like no other,
But it's ever her presence that makes it complete,
For what would home be without mother?
A Mother's Love Poem
Poet: Kenneth Merry
When pain and sickness make me cry,
Who wept for fear that I might die?
My Mother!
She works and saves and plans for me,
To bring me up as a man should be,
My Mother!
She corrects my faults day after day,
And tries to show me the better way,
My Mother!
I'll try to go straight for your dear sake,
And bless my God that he did make,
My Mother.
Mothers Day Messages
Poet: Nixon Waterman
My mother's heart was honey,
And her kiss was sweetest balm.
And, though the world was full of storm,
Her lap was full of calm.
Her arms and breast were filled with rest,
Her smile was full of joy.
And life was dear when she was near
And I a little boy.
The world is full of golden gifts.
And yet my spirit sighs
Between the gracious long agoes
And happy by and byes.
I am aweary of the cares
That fill the lives of men;
I would I were a little child
Within those arms again.
For my mother's heart was honey,
And her kiss was sweetest balm.
And, though the world was full of storm.
Her lap was full of calm.
Her arms and breast were filled with rest.
Her smile was full of joy,
And life was dear when she was near
And I a little boy.
Poems About Mothers
Poet: Louisa May Alcott
Faith that withstood the shocks of toil and time;
Hope that defied despair;
Patience that conquered care;
And loyalty, whose courage was sublime;
The great deep heart that was a home for all -
Just, eloquent, and strong
In protest against wrong;
Wide charity, that knew no sin, no fail;
The Spartan spirit that made life so grand,
Mating poor daily needs
With high, heroic deeds,
That wrested happiness from Fate's hard hand.
Mothers Day Poems From Daughter
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Mother, you have been a blessing in our lives.
We honor you now with this tribute of praise;
Your kindness and grace no one else can replicate,
Your unconditional love with us through every phase.
We cherish your wisdom and strength each day,
As your guidance guides us on our way;
Our gratitude we send to you,
To a Mother whom we love every day.
Mom Poems
Poet: William Hayley
Nature, who deck'd thy form with beauty's flowers,
Exhausted on thy soul her finer powers;
Taught it with all her energy to feel
Love's melting softness, friendship's fervid zeal.
The generous purpose and the active thought,
With charity's diffusive spirit fraught.
There all the best of mental gifts she placed,
Vigor of judgment, purity of taste,
Superior parts without their spleenful leaven,
Kindness to earth and confidence in heaven,
While my fond thoughts o'er all thy merits roll,
Thy praise thus gushes from my filial soul.
Nor will the public with harsh rigor blame
This my just homage to thy honored name;
To please that public, if to please be mine,
Thy virtues trained me - let the praise be thine.
Mothers Day Poems from Son
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Mom, when I think of you
And all that you do
I thank God above
For all your love.
Many times you did without
To your children you were devout
You encouraged and gave support
And you always were a good sport.
Mom, this tribute is just for you
Know that we think the world of you
Words cannot express how much
We appreciate and love you such!
Thinking of You Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
My dearest Mom, it’s true,
Your strength has seen me through;
You held my hand as I grew up,
Through worries and fears, you stood like a cup.
Your guidance shows in all I do,
To repay your love I haven’t a clue;
You taught me the meaning of life and care,
An uncrushable bond that we share.
For the unconditional love you have shown me,
I owe my life to you eternally;
Your warmth and devotion are so grand -
Thanks for being an amazing Mom!
Thank You Poems To Mom
Poet: Ellen Johnston
She is - Oh! can I name her with a name -
Too good, too great, too honoured for her worth;
What do I own that she dare not to claim?
What gives me pleasure, fills her soul with mirth.
She is - Oh! what is she? Tall, handsome, fair,
Prudent in all her ways, generous in heart;
One with whom there's few I can compare,
One whose industry few can act a part.
She is - Oh! what is she? One that hath borne
Trials and sorrows no language can express;
Still she looks fresh as summer's flowery morn.
Although her cup overflows with bitterness.
She is - Oh! what is she? One that if dead,
I might search the world and no other
What could a radiance o'er this bosom spread
Like her that gave me birth - my loving mother.
