Quotes and Poems For Mothers

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 my day,
Which quickly melt beneath their suffrage
And pass away.

No other balm for earthly pain
Is half so sure,
No sweet caress so filled with love
Nor half so pure,
No other souls so close akin that understands,
No touch that brings such perfect peace as Mother's
hands.

W. Dayton Wedgefarth

She never puts her toys away;
Just leaves them scattered where they lay-
I try to scold her and i say
"You make me mad!"

But when to bed she has to chase,
The toys she left about the place
Remind me of her shining face,
And make me glad.

When she grows up and gathers poise
I'll miss her harum-scarum noise,
And look in vain for scattered toys-
And I'll be sad.

Nick Kenny

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for
itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to
you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which
you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make
them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

Kahlil Gibran

When you look at me with your big eyes, searching for a hug, a kiss, comfort,
and security, my heart melts with joy. I am there in an instant, knowing that
today you turn to me for everything. I yearn to hold you, protect you, and nurture
you. And while it makes me whole to meet your needs, I must constantly remind
myself that I am really only your guide for a short time. You are on your own
journey, a bud that will blossom into its own brilliant flower.

Mallika Chopra

Forgive me, Lord,
for all the tasks
that went undone today.
But this morning when my child
toddled in and said, "Mommy play?",
I simply had to say yes.
And between the puzzles and trucks
and blocks and dolls and old hats and
books and giggles,
we shared a thousand special thoughts,
a hundred hopes and dreams and hugs.
And tonight, when prayer time came
and he folded his hands and softly whispered,
"Thank you, God, for Mommy and Daddy and
toys and french fries, but 'specially
for Mommy playing,"
I knew it was a day well wasted.
And I knew You'd understand.

Jayne Jaudon Ferrer
"A New Mother's Thoughts"