Poems for Mother

Poems for Mother, Mother Poems, mam, mum verses for your handmade greeting cards. Use them for Mothers day or just because you love your mother.

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Mother Poem 1

For as long as I can remember
you were always by my side
to give me support
to give me confidence
to give me help

For as long as I can remember
you were always the person
I looked up to
so strong
so sensitive
so pretty

For as long as I can remember
and still today
you are everything a mother
should be..

For as long as I can remember
you always provided stability
within our family
full of laughter
full of tears
full of love

Whatever I have become
is because of you
and I thank you
for our

By Susan Polis Achutz

Poems for Mother 2


You formed my life…with your own
and you taught me sensitivity
and loyalty, how to love
and to give.

You insired my dreams and ambitions
helping me along the way.

You've always been there, Mom
and I love you.

By Teresa M. Fox

Mother Poem 3

Thank you for Everything Mother

Gratitude is the hardest of all
emotions to express.
There is no word capable of
conveying all that one feels.
Until we reach a world
where thoughts can be
adequately expressed in words,
"thank you"
will have to do.

By A. P. Gouthey

Poems for Mother 4

For you, Mum

Ever since I've been old enough to remember,
you have been there whenever I needed you
to share my troubles
to laugh with me when I was happy
to love me most when I was hurt.

So many memories
memories I hold most dear,
and that will be cherished forever.
For not only have you been
My Mom and my best friend
but also the woman
I most want to be like in life.

By Debbie Avery

Poems for Mother 5

Expect great things of me because of you.

Sometimes I may seem like a tree, that’s set away from others.
Planted long ago amongst, your sons and with my brothers.
More often than you’d care to see, my growing makes you worry.
My branches grow more out than up, and I seem not in a hurry.
But this is what I want to be, an independent sapling.
Oblivious to all the other, growing that is happening.
I’m sure that up is just the place, that I should be going.
But up’s a distance I will travel, once I am done knowing.
What it’s like to be a tree, with innocence and passion.
That lives just like a normal tree, but grows in its own fashion.
You’ll love me just the same as if, I’ve grown just like the others.
Because you’re simply just the best, of all of nature’s mothers.
It’s true that I am different, and I know I’m painfully prone.
To take this thing called growing, and head upwards all alone.
But take comfort in the fact, that I know just where to go.
I’ll be until I’m sure of me, and then upwards I’ll grow.
But realize within my indecisive self, that one thing is true.
The only thing I want to be, is one day be like you.

Darren Chesterfield 13 Jan 2008