Mother’s Day Poems

Looking for a special poem to add to a card or a DIY craft project for Mother’s Day? Here are some cute Mother’s Day poems 🙂

I Love You Mom

So special in my heart
I write in love, thinking of
On how great you are
I thank you for your love
On how your always there
For me, love me, the loving heart of Mom
I’m telling you I care
I love you mom

A Mother’s Arm

A mother’s arm taking me in
Born right into her loving touch, her loving arms
Growing love, growing older
The days I’m scared, I’m in her arms
Her arms still reached in need, so far away at times
But they still wrap around me, loving arms
Everyday that I need love
I think of my Mother’s arms
It’s your day, Happy Mother’s Day
Thank you for you loving arms

Mom, I Love You

I just hope I can give love as great as you
I wouldn’t be who I am with out you
I say it loud and clear
In all the days I have with you
Thank you for being in my heart, I love you
Filling me with bliss, so dear
Mom I love you

MOTHER O’ MINE

If 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!

– Kipling, Mother o Mine (In the Light That Failed)

My Mother

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.

– Ann Taylor, My Mother

A Mother’s Day Prayer For You

I said a Mother’s Day prayer for you
to thank the Lord above
for blessing me with a lifetime
of your tenderhearted love.
I thanked God for the caring
you’ve shown me through the years,
for the closeness we’ve enjoyed
in time of laughter and of tears.
And so, I thank you from the heart
for all you’ve done for me
and I bless the Lord for giving me
the best mother there could be!

On Mother’s Day

On Mother’s Day it isn’t smart
To give your mom a broken heart.

So here are things you shouldn’t say
To dear old mom on Mother’s Day:

Don’t tell her that you’ll never eat
A carrot, celery, bean, or beet.

Don’t tell her you think smoking’s cool.
Don’t tell her you’ve dropped out of school.

Don’t tell her that you’ve drowned the cat.
Don’t tell her that she looks too fat.

Don’t tell her when you’re grown you’ll be
A starving poet — just like me.

Copyright © 2000 by Bruce Lansky. Reprinted from “If Pigs Could Fly…” with permission from Meadowbrook Press.

MOTHER

The Angels singing unto one another,
can find among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “mother”.

– Poe, To My Mother