Mother's Day, celebrated on the second Sunday in May, is a perfect occasion to take some time out and tell your mother how much you love her. Though it might be difficult to find words to do so, here are a few beautiful poems you can read to your mother on occasion to make her feel special.
Today's your natal day;
Sweet flowers I bring:
Mother, accept, I pray
My offering.
And may you happy live,
And long us bless:
Receiving as you give
Great happiness. - By Christina Rossetti
Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened to your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! - By Elizabeth Akers Allen
M - O - T - H - E - R
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. - By Howard Johnson
Main kabhi batlata nahin
Par andhere se darta hoon main maa
Yoon toh main dikhlata nahin
Teri parwah karta hoon main maa
Tujhe sab hai pata, hai na maa
Tujhe sab hai pata, meri maa... - By Prasoon Joshi
"It is true
I was created in you.
It is also true
That you were created for me.
I owned your voice.
It was shaped and tuned to soothe me.
Your arms were molded
Into a cradle to hold me, to rock me.
The scent of your body was the air
Perfumed for me to breathe. - By Maya Angelou
I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! - By Rudyard Kipling
Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors ...
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not… - By Lola Ridge
Who sat and watched my infant’s head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother … - By Ann Taylor
Share this poetry with your mother and make her day, Happy Mother’s Day!