Mothers Poems

The bond of a child and mother cannot be explained. She carried us for nine months inside her womb. As we were born, she taught us to walk, eat and learn. But, as we grow old, we become our men and forget her importance in our lives. Do you want to dedicate a sweet poem to your mom? Here are some mother poems that will help you express your love for your mom

Poem for mothers and about mothers.


Our mother is the sweetest and
Most delicate of all.
She knows more of paradise
Than angels can recall.

She’s not only beautiful
But passionately young,
Playful as a kid, yet wise
As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,
A bubbling, laughing spring
That runs through all like liquid light
And makes the mountains sing.

And makes the meadows turn to flower
And trees to choicest fruit.
She is at once the field and bower
In which our hearts take root.

She is at once the sea and shore,
Our freedom and our past.
With her we launch our daring ships
Yet keep the things that last.

~Nick Gordon~


GOD made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He molded 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~


Mother You filled my days with rainbow lights,
fairytales and sweet dream nights,
A kiss to wipe away my tears,
Gingerbread to ease my fears.
You gave the gift of life to me,
And then in love, you set me free.
I thank you for your tender care,
for deep warm hugs and being there.
I hope that when you think of me,
A part of you, you’ll always see.

~Author Unknown~


A Mother’s love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.

~Helen Steiner Rice~

Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?
“Because I’m a woman,” she told him.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
“And you never will, but that’s O.K.”…….
Later the little boy asked his father,
“Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?”.
“All women cry for no reason,” was all his Dad could say……
The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked “God, why do women cry so easily?”
GOD answered……
“When I made woman,
I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry
the weight of the world, yet,
made her arms gentle enough to give comfort…
I gave her the inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times will come
even from her own children.
I gave her a hardness
that allows her
to keep going and take care
of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all
circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly….
She has the very special power to make a child’s boo-boo feel better and
to quell a teenager’s anxieties and fears….
I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart….
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but
sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him
For all of this hard work,
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use
whenever needed and !
it is her only weakness….
When you see her cry,
tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though
she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

She is special!
Please send this to women you know, and those with mothers,
sisters, and special women in their lives.

But, also send this to men so they will understand about what a
wonderful thing a woman is.
Each day is a mountain that must be climbed; with courage each step
gets easier.

Love your Mother Always

and keep her Smiling


Mommy went to Heaven,
but I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down,
I need her right away.
Operator can you tell me
how to find her in this book?

Is heaven in the yellow part,
I don’t know where to look.
I think my daddy needs her too,
at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes,
but I really don’t know why.

Maybe if I call her,
she will hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away,
is it across the sea?
She’s been gone a long, long time
she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her,
but I simply don’t know how.
Help me find the number please,
is it listed under “Heaven”?
I can’t read these big, big words,
I am only seven.
I’m sorry operator,
I didn’t mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too,
or is there something in your eye?

If I call my church maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help,
that’s where we should go.
I found the number to my church
tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator,
I’ll give them a call.


The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman
must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman
is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman
Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years-only grows!
You don’t stop laughing because you grow old;
you grow old because you stop laughing

Very touching Mother facts !

 When you came into the world, she held you in her arms. 
 You thanked her by wailing like a banshee. 
 When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. 
 You thanked her by crying all night long. 
 When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. 
 You thanked her by running away when she called. 
 When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. 
 You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor. 
 When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons. 
 You thanked her by coloring the dining room table. 
 When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays. 
 You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud. 
 When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school. 
 You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!" 
 When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball. 
 You thanked her by throwing it through the 
 next-door-neighbor's window. 
 When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream. 
 You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap. 
 When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. 
 You thanked her by never even bothering to practice. 
 When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from 
 soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another. 
 You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back. 
 When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. 
 You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row. 
 When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. 
 You thanked her by waiting until she left the house. 

 Those teenage years 
 When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. 
 You thanked her by telling her she had no taste. 
 When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. 
 You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter. 
 When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. 
 You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked. 
 When you were 16, she taught you how to driver her car. 
 You thanked her by taking it every chance you could. 
 When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. 
 You thanked her by being on the phone all night. 
 When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation. 
 You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn. 

 Growing old and gray 
 When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, 
 drove you to campus, carried your bags. 
 You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't 
 be embarrassed in front of your friends. 
 When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone. 
 You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business." 
 When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future. 
 You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you." 
 When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation. 
 You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe. 
 When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment. 
 You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly. 
 When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future. 
 You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!" 
 When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told 
 you how deeply she loved you. 
 You thanked her by moving halfway across the country. 
 When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby. 
 You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now." 
 When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative's birthday. 
 You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now." 
 When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. 
 You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children. 

 And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came 
 crashing down like thunder. 

 "Rock me baby, rock me all night long." 
 "The hand who rocks the cradle...may rock the world". 
 Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute/show appreciation to 
 the person called MOM though some may not say it openly to their mother. 
 There's no substitute for her. Cherished every single moment. 
 Though at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our 
 thoughts, she is still your mother!!! 
 She will be there for listen to your woes, your braggings, your 
 frustations, etc. 
 Ask yourself.....have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her 
 "blues" of working in the kitchen, her tiredness??? 
 Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect though you may have a 
 different view from hers. 
 Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.