Mother Poem

Memories Of Being Your Mom

A mother looks back fondly on raising her child and she wants that child to know it was always a privilege to be a mom.

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I am a mother of 4 beautiful daughters 18,17,14, and 7. My seven year old is the only daughter who is still in my life as my older daughters were completely alienated from me 2 and a half...

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Thoughts Of You

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Published: February 2006

Memories of another time still come
To me and fill my mind, with thoughts
Of you when you were young. I lie awake
'Till the morning sun comes creeping
Through my window shade, as I dwell upon
Mistakes I've made. What I would give to
Go back in time and feel your little
Hand in mine. To cherish each fast and
Fleeting day. To hold you close and kiss
Away, each pain that life will have in
Store and try to give you so much more.
You are part and will always be, imbedded in the soul of me. While I'm
Here, I want to say, that I've loved you
Each and every day and when my time on
Earth is gone.
The privilege was mine to have been your Mom.

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  • by Jennifer Reid
  • 1 year ago

I am a mother of 4 beautiful daughters 18,17,14, and 7. My seven year old is the only daughter who is still in my life as my older daughters were completely alienated from me 2 and a half years ago by their father and stepmother who were driven by money and power and petty vengeance. At first I couldn't look at their pictures or talk about them but now they are the only thing I think about, dream about, and fill my days with. I cherish holding their tiny hands and knowing they loved me more than anyone in the world. They were the best gift God ever gave me. He giveth and he taketh away. I just wish they could feel my love where they are. I wish they could see people for who they are. I know I will never move on, and I have lost everything in the aftermath of their alienation. Everything but memories. My ex and his wife are so satisfied that they were able to make my sweet babies hate me. But they can't take my memories. I had them for 15 amazing years. They can't take that.

  • by Nina
  • 8 months ago

Wow, this is an amazing story. My Mom has the exact same problem with my sisters, and it's such a sad tale. My older sister is very greedy and she doesn't want anything to do with my Mom. I'm sure they love you and think about you all the time. A mother has a love that can give like no other. I hope they can realize what love you have for them, too, over time. Stay strong.

  • by Natasha, Washington State
  • 5 years ago

My 19 year old daughter was murdered this summer, and she lived and suffered for many days after the shooting, and 29 hellish hours after life support was removed. My birthday is in 2 days, and although I cry every day, somehow this just seems worse. She was so wonderful and thoughtful on holidays and especially my birthday. I miss her so very much, and would give up 10 years of my life to see her, hold her, and talk to her again for even a few moments. Thank-you for this poem. She was 19 and we did not see eye to eye, and now she will never grow up and become close with me again, as so many daughters do.

  • by Nirupam Naudiyal
  • 1 year ago

I know I can't even imagine the pain in which you are, but it is also true that after reading, I couldn't come out from your story for a few moments and I literally felt very very sad.
I would like to pray to god to just give you lost of courage to bear this pain and would also request him to give the same daughter to you in your next birth. I do write and emotions are very very required in each and every paragraph to make it reach hearts. We are doing good for society and it is giving happiness to even a single person.

  • by LaToya Robinson
  • 1 year ago

When I read your story, it brought tears to my eyes. I have three daughters who are 9, 8 and 6 and I would trade my life in a second for them to live theirs. They mean the absolute world to me. I am truly sorry for your loss. Thank God for a daughter who loved you unconditionally everyday! May God continue to comfort and strengthen you and your family.

  • by Lois Witherspoon
  • 6 years ago

This poem touched me very deeply. I am 83 years old now and never knew my mother. She died when I was 5 weeks old. I have had the privilege of having one wonderful son. Unhappily, he has had Parkinson's Disease since he was in his 40's and he is now 59. He also had tongue cancer and by the grace of God survived.
This poem will let him know that I was there as his mom through all the pain and suffering that life has brought his way. Thank you. It is lovely.

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