It is believed that there is a poem for each and every occasion in life. The trend of writing poetry is a long one and one can find hundreds of poems, written on diverse topics. So, it doesn’t come as a surprise that poets have covered Mother's Day as well and left us with numerous poems, with which to honor our mom on her special day. If you are wondering as to how to show your gratefulness towards you mom on Mother's Day, rest assured that reciting some meaningful poems will be the best way. However, remember that you need to be choosy while selecting a meaningful poem for her and pick the one that expresses intensity and depth of love you nurture for her. In case you need any help, scroll down and find some really meaningful poetry, dedicated to Mother's Day.
Meaningful Poems for Mothers Day
For Moms
She was there at the beginning
When the world was new to you -
She was there to turn to happy times
Those when, you were hurt or blue.
She was there to listen to your thoughts
And when you asked, to give advice -
She was there to tell you, "Those don't match!"
Or, "Hon, you sure look nice."
She was there with you at nighttime
To help you say your prayers _
She was there to tell you, "It's alright."
When you had a dream that scares.
She was there at morning time
To get you up and out of bed -
She was there when you didn't feel good (or did)
To say, "You'd best stay home, instead."
She was there when you were hungry
And when you had those dirty clothes -
She was there when you needed her
(How she knew? Only heaven knows.)
She was there at the beginning
And she'll be there your whole life through -
She'll be there in your mind and heart
Just like a mother is supposed to do.
- By Del Abe Jones
When Mother Reads Aloud, the Past
When Mother reads aloud, the past
Seems real as every day;
I hear the tramp of armies vast,
I see the spears and lances cast,
I join the thrilling fray;
Brave knights and ladies fair and proud
I meet when Mother reads aloud.
When Mother reads aloud, far lands
Seem very near and true;
I cross the deserts' gleaming sands,
Or hunt the jungle's prowling bands,
Or sail the ocean blue.
Far heights, whose peaks the cold mists shroud,
I scale, when Mother reads aloud.
When Mother reads aloud, I long
For noble deeds to do...
To help the right, redress the wrong;
It seems so easy to be strong,
So simple to be true.
Oh, thick and fast the visions crowd
- By Anonymous
Your Arms Were Always Open
Your arms were always open
Your arms were always open
when I needed a hug
Your heart understand
when I needed a friend
Your gentle eyes were stern
when I needed a lesson
Your strength and love
guided me and gave me wings
to help me soar.
- By Anonymous
