When I Think About My Mum
When I think about my mum,
I just can't help but smile;
The beauty of her loving heart,
The easy grace in her style.
The bond that a child develops with his mother can never be severed. You grew as an organism inside her for nine months. She carried you and sustained you, sharing her sustenance with you through your umbilical cord. When you are born the cord is severed. It is never severed in her heart. That bond lasts forever. As we grow up we become our own people and may come to forget that woman who nurtured and loved us. But remember this, she will never forget you and never stop loving you.
When I think about my mum,
I just can't help but smile;
The beauty of her loving heart,
The easy grace in her style.
The poem projects the image of a truly loving mother. Irrespective of caste and creed mothers are always ready to make sacrifices for their children. It is a universally accepted truth. I...
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The hand that rocks the cradle
also makes the house a home.
It is the prayers of the mother
that keeps the family strong.
This is beautifully expressed. The introductory lines carry so much truth to keep one pressing on to the end. I love this.
I've tried to write so many times,
But it's been hard to say in rhymes.
I'll try once more and hope you'll see
Just what your love has meant to me.
A truly wonderful tribute poem to your Mom, Brian, one of the best I've ever read. There's nothing so good as a mother's touch, their patience, understanding, their heart and their love.
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She does her battles quietly,
For her kids, on her knees.
Spending many sleepless nights,
So our lives can be with ease.
Abimbola T. Alabi, you are a wonderful poet. I have read your poetry, love the "work" poem, as well. I can tell you write from the heart and through experiences, which makes for the best...
That Phenomenal Lady...
That fantastically raised me
Lived life to the fullest,
Extended love to the cruelest;
You tell me that you love me when I don't love myself.
You're the one who holds my hand when I need the most help.
You smile when you're sad to make me smile too.
You make my life so much better by everything you do.
Well done, Miller. The strongest aspect of your poem is sentiment. You have expressed it so openly that you are like picking up rocks from the beach. None will be the same size, nor the same...
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Mom, on your birthday, I celebrate you
And all the wonderful things that you do.
But if truth be told, and that must always be,
I am the very proud mother of the author of that poem. When she wrote the poem, I was truly overwhelmed at its depth and love. My daughter inherited her talent, which was evidenced from my...
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
This poem greatly touched my heart. Because of this, I was encouraged to use my hands to do good and beneficial things instead of bad and to-the-hell things. So thank you for the author of...
Make sure to call mama on Mother's Day,
Her birthday and the rest.
You know she's sitting by the phone
Wishing you all the best.
This poem resonated with me big time. Instant emotions falling from my eyes. It's been four months since I've lost my Mom. There will be no one ever that loved me the way she did. Thank You...
She's a gift to her children
Our strong devotion each day
A hand in our hand
A breath of fresh air along the way
This is heart-warming and beautifully explained. Love you, Mom. You always help me with everything, and you guide me on the right path.