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Poems -- 3


So tender, so loving, so beautiful
Is the heart of a mother.

So pure and thoughtful and kind
Oh mother, how can I ever repay you
For all the wonderful things you've done.

When I moved within your womb
I felt your warmth

When I fixed upon your breast
I felt your love

When I slept within your arms
I felt secure

So when I think of Mother's Day
I think of you.

So with every breath of mine
I breathe this wish of love

That Mother's Day be filled with cheer
And lots of happiness


~~ Deann Elma Scott


When God set the world in place,
When He hung the stars up in space,

When He made the land and the sea,
Then He made you and me.

He sat back and saw all that was good,
He saw things to be as they should.

Just one more blessing He had in store;
He created a mother, but whatever for?

He knew a mother would have a special place
To shine His reflection on her child's face.

A mother will walk the extra mile
Just to see her children smile.

She'll work her fingers to the bone
To make a house into a home.

A mother is there to teach and guide,
A mother will stay right by your side.

She'll be there through your pain and strife,
She'll stay constant in your life.

A mother will lend a helping hand
Until you have the strength to stand.

She'll pick you up when you are down,
When you need a friend she'll stick around.

A mother is one who listens well,
Will keep her word; will never tell.

A mother never pokes or pries
But stands quietly by your side,

Giving you the strength you need,
Encouraging you to succeed.

A mother is one who can be strong
When you need someone to lean on.

You're more than a mother to me;
A reflection of Him in your face I see,

A love that knows no boundaries.
I'm glad that you chose to be
All this and more to me.

You share a love that knows no end,
You're more than my mother,
You are my friend.

~~ Kari Keshmiry


They say that man is mighty;
He governs the land and sea,
He wields a mighty scepter
O'er lesser powers that be.
But a mightier power and stronger
Man from his throne has hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world."

~~ William Ross Wallace.


For such as you, I do believe,
Spirits their softest carpets weave,
And spread them out with gracious hand
Wherever you walk, wherever you stand.
For such as you, of scent and dew
Spirits their rarest nectar brew,
And where you sit and where you sup
Pour beauty's elixir in your cup.
For all day long, like other folk,
You bear the burden, wear the yoke,
And yet when I look into your eyes at eve
You are lovelier than ever, I do believe

~~ Herman Hagedorn


Dear gentle hands have stroked my hair
And cooled my brow,

Soft hands that pressed me close
And seemed to know somehow

Those fleeting moods and erring thoughts
That cloud me day,

Which quickly melt beneath their suffrage
And pass away.

No other balm for earthly pain
Is half so sure,

No sweet caress as filled with love
Nor half so pure.

No other soul so close akin that understands,
No touch that brings
such perfect peace as Mother's hands.

~~ W. Dayton Wedgefarth


Poor old lady. set her aside--
Her children are grown, and her work is done;

True, in their service, her locks turned gray,
But shove her away, unsought, alone.

Give her a home for decency's sake,
In some back room, far out of the way,

Where her tremulous voice cannot be heard--
It might check your mirth when you would be gay.

Strive to forget how she toiled for you
And cradled you oft on her loving breast--

Told you stories and joined your play,
Many an hour when she needed rest.

No matter for that--huddle her off;
Your friends might wince at her witty jest;

She is too old-fashioned, and speaks so plain--
Get her out of the way of the coming guest.

Once you valued her cheerful voice,
Her hearty laugh and her merry songs;

But to ears polite they are quite loud--
Her jokes too sharp, her tales too long.

So, poor old lady, hustle her off--
In her cheerless room let her sit alone;

She must not meet with your guests tonight,
For her children are grown and her work is done.

~~ Author Unknown


I love old mothers--mothers with white hair
And kindly eyes, and lips grown softly sweet,
With murmured blessings over sleeping babes.
There is a something in their quiet grace
That sparks the calm of Sabbath afternoons;
A knowledge in their deep, unfaltering eyes
That far outreaches all philosophy.
Time, with caressing touch about them weaves
The silver-threaded fairy-shawl of age,
While all the echoes of forgotten songs
Seem joined to lend a sweetness to their speech.
Old mothers!--as they pass with slow-timed step,
Their trembling hands cling gently to youth's strength.
Sweet mothers!--as they pass, one sees again
Old garden walks, old roses, and old loves.

~~ Charles Sarsfield Ross


A Mother is one who
Understands the things
You say and do

Who always overlooks
Your faults and sees the
Best in you~

A Mother is one whose
Special love inspires you
Day by day.

Who fills your heart with
Gladness in her warm
And thoughtful way~

A Mother is all these things
and more ~ the greatest
Treasure known.

And the dearest Mother in
All of the world is the one I
Call my own.


A mother is someone to shelter and guide us,
To love us, whatever we do,

With a warm understanding and infinite patience
And wonderful gentleness, too.

How often a mother means swift reassurance
In soothing our small, childish fears,

How tenderly mothers watch over their children
And treasure them all through the years!

The heart of a mother is full of forgiveness
For any mistake, big or small,

And generous always in helping her family,
Whose needs she has placed above all.

A mother can utter a word of compassion
And make all our cares fall away,

She can brighten a home with the sound of her laughter
And make life delightful and gay.

A mother possesses incredible wisdom
And wonderful insight and skill -

In each human heart is that one special corner
Which only a mother can fill!

~~ Katherine Nelson Davis


The dearest gifts that heaven holds,
The very finest, too,

Were made into one pattern
That was perfect, sweet, and true;

The Angels smiled, well-pleased, and said:
"Compared to all the others,

This pattern is so wonderful
Let's use it just for Mothers!"

And through the years, a Mother
Has been al that's sweet and good

For there's one bit of God and love,
In all true Motherhood.

~~ Helen Steiner Rice

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