Mothers Day Poem From Son

1. Mother o' Mine

   Poet: Rudyard Kipling
   
   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!
   
   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, 0 mother o' mine!




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2. Mother

   by Ozora Davis
   
   A myriad stars in the midnight sky
   All mirror their light in the sleeping sea,
   But only one Mother in days gone by
   Has loved, uplifted and shielded me.
   
   There's only one Mother the wide world o'er
   Who knows my heart in its great and small,
   Who lovingly watches and wins me more,
   As autumn nears and the sere leaves fall.
   
   And a mighty chorus, unnumbered, great,
   May sing at last 'round the great white throne
   For me, the boy whom she called her own.
   





3. Mother

   Poet: Howard Turner
   
   Mother's Day comes once a year,
   A day to think of one so dear,
   A day to show how much you owe
   To Mother.
   
   A mother so gentle, a mother so kind,
   A helping hand to aid at all times.
   One friend can always replace another,
   But no one in the world can replace
   My Mother.




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4. My Mother

   Poet: Willard Choate
   
   A better mother I could not find,
   She's the brightest spot in my mind.
   She risked her all in life for me,
   A worthy son I'll try to be.
   
   My mother's worth I cannot tell,
   No matter how deep in the mire I fell,
   She always believed in the best in me,
   Her calm, sweet faith would set me free.





5. Dearest Friend

   Poet: Edward Cooley
   
   Dearest friend that Mother O' Mine,
   So loving and true, so noble and kind,
   The finest pal a guy could boast
   I'll love you always - you love me most.




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6. Mother's Day Is Coming

   Poet: Fred Hill
   
   Mother's Day is coming soon,
   With flowers all in bloom,
   And birds, and trees, and pretty bees
   All have a pretty tune.
   
   And when the buds begin to come,
   My Mother dear, I'll save you some,
   Because the day is very clear
   And I am glad to have you here.





7. My Mother Dear

   Poet: Samuel Lover
   
   There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
   And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell;
   And gentle words and fond embrace were given with joy to me
   When I was in that happy place, upon my Mother's knee.
   
   When fairy tales were ended, "Good-night," she softly said.
   And kissed and laid me down to sleep within my tiny bed;
   And holy words she taught me there — me-thinks I yet can see
   Her angel eyes, as close I knelt beside my Mother's knee.
   
   In sickness of my childhood, the perils of my prime,
   The sorrows of my riper years, the cares of every time;
   When doubt and danger weighed me down, then pleading all for me,
   It was a fervent prayer to Heaven that bent my Mother's knee.

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