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10 Mother’s Day poems that make you cry with love for mom
On Mother’s Day this year, share special poems that make you cry for your love for mom.
Mothers are the ones who take care of you at your best and worst times in life.
Creative ideas for Mother’s Day gifts can mean many things, including giving her a poem which really explains what you feel for her. Showing mom appreciation for all she does for you will make her day a bright one.
Poems are unique ways you can show mom what she means for you. While some of us can dole at a great poem, using a famous poem from a renowned author can get just the ticket on this Mother’s Day.
Consider these 10 Mother’s Day poems you might want to share with her.
- Mother to Son by Langston Hughes (1922)Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
- Nature – the Gentlest Mother is, by Emily Dickinson
Nature — the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child —
The feeblest — or the waywardest —
Her Admonition mild —In Forest — and the Hill —
By Traveller — be heard —
Restraining Rampant Squirrel —
Or too impetuous Bird —How fair Her Conversation —
A Summer Afternoon —
Her Household — Her Assembly —
And when the Sun go down —Her Voice among the Aisles
Incite the timid prayer
Of the minutest Cricket —
The most unworthy Flower —When all the Children sleep —
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light Her lamps —
Then bending from the Sky —With infinite Affection —
And infiniter Care —
Her Golden finger on Her lip —
Wills Silence — Everywhere —
3. Sonnets are full of love by Christina Rossetti (from A Pageant and Other Poems, 1881)
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
4. Edgar Allen Poe (1849)
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
My mother—my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
- “Ode to Mothers!” by George Washington, U.S. President
My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw.
All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the
moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.
- Untitled by Kristen McKendall
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.
- A Mother’s Love by Unknown
There are times when only a mother’s love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappoints
And calm all of our fears.
There are times when only a mother’s love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we’ve dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.
There are times when only a mother’s faith
Can help us on life’s way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.
For a mother’s heart and a mother’s faith
And a mother’s steadfast love
Were fashioned by the angels
And sent from God above.
- Untitled by Unknown
You’ve given me two things
One is roots
The other’s wings
- Mother by Sumita Datta
Mother is she who spends sleepless night to make you sleep
Mother is she who understands you from the very deep…
Mother is she who will laugh and cry along with you….
Mother is she who teaches how to drink, eat and how to chew…
Mother is she who scolds you for your good
Mother is she who will support you in any mood…
Mother is she who accepts you in any situation…
Mother is she who motivates you for your every little creation…
Mother is she who gives you blessings at every step…
Mother is she who is always worried for your fate…
Mother is she who can catch you if at any moment you lie…
Mother is she who never wants to see her baby cry….
Mother is she who is different from all other…
Mother is she who is never comparable to any other…
10. Morning Song by Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
Which of these Mother’s Day poems catch your eye for mom this year?