A Poem For Mom
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You are the sunlight in my day.
You are the moon I see far away.
You are the tree I lean upon.
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.
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You are the sunlight in my day.
You are the moon I see far away.
You are the tree I lean upon.
I am the author of this piece. I wrote it for my mother so many years ago for school. I had no idea it was published here or that it had had such a powerful effect. I'm honored. It's been a...
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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...
She gave life. She is a wife.
She is a mother and she is a friend.
She is a sister, a survivor 'til the end.
I love so much when a young person realizes all that her mother gave to her freely and willingly. My children were taught to turn from me, and all I hang onto is the hope that they remember...
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To the strongest woman I will ever know.
At first glance Mom's hands may seem crippled and meek.
She flinches when you bump them and her grip is quite weak.
But these hands are a reflection of the woman inside,
I absolutely agree with you - it's a powerful poem. Truly mothers are the strongest peoplen in the world.
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...
I sit and look out upon the life of a single parent
I hear the single mother's selfless cries of loneliness for her child in the still darkness of the night
I see the mother awaking her child with a playful game of peek-a-boo with a smile as warm and bright as the afternoon sun at its apex of the day
I mark the loving kindness she expresses toward her son even with the all the trials and tribulations this world puts upon her...
My story is not that unique. I'm a single parent of 3 children from different dads. My eldest is 11 and my middle child is 10. I prayed to have a child, and it's okay not to have a man. But...
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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...
My dear, sweet Mama...she loved it when I called her that. I took care of her for 10 years when she had cancer and was never the same. Colon cancer was what first took hold of her. She beat...
Thank you, Mom...
for the love, strength, and care,
for in this world that is quite rare.
For being my guardian and my guide
I agree with you wholeheartedly Nan. I have two beautiful daughters with totally different personalities. I had them early in life and people often mistake them for my sisters. We laugh and...
I'm writing this poem for you, Mom,
because I want this poem to be
my own special way of showing you
how much you mean to me.
This poem paints an exact picture of my relationship with my mother. I left home when I was about 16 years old and never went back. I was even homeless at one point after leaving home. My mom...
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I watched my Mom fill out an application.
I looked at the line that asks about past professions.
I thought to myself, that space is too small
To write down what she's been, to cover it all.
Hi Marian, thanks for your poem. Yes, mothers are special; that's for sure. I'm fortunate to have had mine, but it makes one think of the disadvantages those people who do not have a loving,...