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These beautiful poems on this page were not written by me, and I make no claim to them. Where the authors are known, they are listed.
I have just collected them over time.
Enjoy them, and Happy Mother's Day!
SHE'S ONLY A MOTHER
You never see the tears that she's about to cry --
instead she turns her head to hide them.
You never see the times she stills away to her secret
closet to pray --
instead she invites you in to just talk.
You never see how her shoulders are sagging
from heavy burdens --
instead she gives you those shoulders to cry on.
You never see the aches in her heart
when her children rebel --
instead she gives them more patience and love.
You never see the hand she pulls back
when she's rejected --
instead she continues to lend a "helping" hand.
You never see the aches in her hands from grasping
and holding on when she feels like giving up --
instead she folds those same hands and prays even more.
You never see the aches in her knees from
praying for others --
instead she spends even more time on her knees.
You never see the fears she has of being
a "disappointment" --
instead she prays for more power and a sound mind.
You never see any of these things
and she doesn't want you to--
After all, she's only "a mother".
-- by Suzanne B. Lester
Woman
That woman is a success
who loves life
and lives it to the fullest;
Who has discovered and shared
the strengths and talents
that are uniquely her own;
Who puts her best into each task
and leaves each situation
better than she found it;
Who seeks and finds
that which is beautiful
in all people and things;
Whose heart is full of love
and warm with compassion;
Who has found joy in living
and peace with herself.
Barbara J Burrow
SO GREAT IS A MOTHER'S LOVE
So great is a mother's love...
It knows no boundaries. She loved you even before you were a reality to the rest of creation. She dreamed of how you would look, how you would feel resting in her arms. Your newborn fragrance covered in white puffs of baby powder and kisses, already filled her entire being.
So great is a mother's love...
That without question, she would give up her life to bring you into this world. Every single day, of the nine months she carried you, brought special meaning to her heart. The first time she felt you kick inside, did you know you moved heaven and earth, right there? Her prayers for guardian angels to watch over you both during this fragile time were never missed -- and oh, how these angels did sing when you finally arrived.
So great is a mother's love...
That she sees nothing but perfection when you proudly present her with your first artistic "masterpiece". And don't be surprised, if you receive a standing ovation for your debut performance in a school play -- even if it is her alone, standing.
So great is a mother's love...
That her heart dances with pride as she watches you advance and graduate through each year of schooling. Then, almost like magic, she somehow "senses" when the time has come for your wings to unfold a bit and will patiently watch you fly "solo" for the first time. Should you fall, her love, patience and understanding awaits with open arms.
So great is a mother's love...
In merely beholding the sight of her child at the altar, where two hearts are beginning a brand new journey as one, her soul smiles brighter than the sun, moon, or stars could dare to imagine. Though you're grown up now, she will never forget... What began as a tiny seed, nourished with every breath of her
existence, became her most treasured gift in life... her child.
So great is a mother's love.
-- Shelly Guidotti
A MOTHER’S THOUGHTS
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown,
life will be different.
The memo pad on my refrigerator door will read,
"Afternoon at hairdresser,"or,
"Browse through art gallery,"or,
"Start golf lessons,"
instead of
"Pediatrician at 2:00," or,
"Cub Pack Meeting."
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown,
the house will be free of graffiti.
There will be no crayon smiley faces on the walls,
no names scrawled in furniture dust,
no pictures fingered on steamy windows,
and no initials etched in bars of soap.
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown,
I'll get through a whole chapter of an engrossing book
without being interrupted to sew a nose on a teddy bear,
stop a toddler from eating the dog food,
or rescue the cat from the toy box.
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown,
I won't find brown apple cores under the beds,
empty spindles on the toilet paper hanger,
or fuzzy caterpillars in denim jeans.
And I will be able to find a pencil in the desk drawer,
a slice of leftover pie in the refrigerator,
and the comics still in the center of the newspaper.
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown,
I'll breeze right past the gumball machine in the supermarket
without having to fumble for pennies;
I'll stroll freely down each aisle without fear of inadvertently
passing the candy or toy sections;
and I'll choose cereal without considering what noise it makes,
what prize it contains, or what color it comes in.
SOMEDAY,
when the kids are grown,
I'll prepare Quiche Loraine, or Scallops Amandine,
or just plain liver and onions, and no one will say,
"Yuk.... I wish we were having hot dogs!"
or
"Billy's lucky, his mom lets him eat chocolate bars for dinner."
And we'll eat by candle light, with no one trying to
roast their peas and carrots over the flame to
"make them taste better,"
or arguing about who gets to blow out the candle when we're done.
SOMEDAY.
when the kids are grown,
I'll get ready for my bath without first having to
remove a fleet of boats, two rubber alligators,
and a soggy tennis ball from the tub.
I'll luxuriate in hot, steamy water and billows of bubbles for a whole hour,
and no fists will pound on the door, no small voices will yell,
"Hurry up, Mommy...... I gotta go!"
YES
when the kids are grown,
life will be different.
They will leave our nest,
and the house will be
Quiet....
and calm....
and empty....
and lonely....
And I won't like that at all!
And then I'll spend my time, not looking forward to
SOMEDAY,
but
looking back at
YESTERDAY.
Mother's Day Song
Once each year on Sunday
There comes such a special day,
A day to honor mothers
In a somewhat special way.
We send them gifts and flowers,
And a card that tries to say
How we appreciate our mothers
More than just in May.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for giving my life to me.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for mending my torn up knee.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for teaching me how to pray.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for helping me on my way.
But after Mother's Day is gone,
We seldom find the time
To think about our mothers,
Or to call them for a dime.
We act as though to show them love
Would constitute a crime.
Oh how selfish it appears
When deeds and words don't rhyme.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for giving my life to me.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for mending my torn up knee.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for teaching me how to pray.
Oh mother, thank you!
Thank you for helping me on my way.
We've gathered here to honor
Mothers everywhere today.
The ones who gave us everything
By knowing how to pray.
And, in this hour once a year,
We're hoping we can say
The thanks we seldom say to her,
Going on our way.
Let's thank our mothers.
Thank them on every day of the week.
Let's thank our mothers.
Thank them in deed, not in words that we speak.
Please thank your mother,
Turn to her now and smile and say,
"Oh thank you, mother,
Thank you for helping me on my way!"
"We love you and that's all we'd like to say!"
by Shamblin Stone
Wonderful Mother
God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.
Pat O'Reilly
A Mother
When you're a child she walks before you,
To set an example.
When you're a teenager she walks behind you
To be there should you need her.
When you're an adult she walks beside you
So that as two friends you can enjoy life together..
And Grandma's Too
"While we honor all our mothers
with words of love and praise.
While we tell about their goodness
and their kind and loving ways.
We should also think of Grandma,
she's a mother too, you see....
For she mothered my dear mother
as my mother mothers me."
Author Unknown
Other Mother's Day Links
A Mother Casts Her Dreams into the Sea
A Mother's Love Determines How
Before I Was Myself, You Made Me, Me
Every Women Is Beautiful
Mother's Hands
The Meaning of Being a Mother
Memories of Mother
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