Mother's Day Poems for Mom

1) M - O - T - H - E - R By Howard Johnson (c. 1915)
"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell
"MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to me.

2) WONDERFUL MOTHER By Pat O'Reilly
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.

Mother gently tucked me in
When I was just a tot
She always read me nursery rhymes
And sang to me a lot.

The years flew by and I did change
Through dolls and teddy bears
To make-believe parties on the lawn
And ribbons in my hair.

Time didn't stop, it moved along
A young teen, I'd become
With many friends, so much to do
And no time left for mom.

My high school days were just a blur
My senior prom, the dress
But through it all, my mom was there
To see I looked my best.

Then off to college, could not wait
I'd dreamed about this day
I didn't see my mother's tears
The day I went away.

Now far from home, I had it made
My prince came into view
Together we walked down the aisle
To start our lives anew.

My mom was there, she always was
To smile and send me cheer
But as before, she looked away
And gently wiped a tear.

Too much time has slipped away
The years, now gone for good
Oh, how my mother loved me so
She always understood.

On Mother's Day, she too, looks back
On all the childish things
My Barbie dolls and high-heeled shoes
The rouge and wedding rings.

But I must say one thing for sure
My mother sure does shine
More than the brightest diamond ring
And I'm so glad she's mine.

© 2009 Marilyn Ferguson
http://www.marilynspoetry.com

As we celebrate on this great day
The wonder that is Mom;
Did you ever stop to ask yourself
From whence her love has come?

I've never seen the red sea part
Or gathered manna from above,
Nor watched a dead man's life re-start
But, I've known the miracle of a mother's undying love.

She gave me everything she had,
And wished to give me more.
She gave herself to meet my needs
And never once got sore.

She tried to teach to me the right
And lead me in His way;
And prayed for me with heartfelt tears
The times I went astray.

O' now I know my God is real.
Christ lives within my heart.
But it was my mother's faithful love
Which gave this faith it's start.

So tell me that there is no God.
I'll ask you very plain:
From what other source 'tis possible
My mother's dear love came?

Let every day be Mother's day
And honor her with love;
For surely she's a special gift
Sent down from God above.

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