Mom Poems

Looking for poems for Mom. Here find poems that express feelings about Mom. Her support, encouragement and love throughout the years is appreciated. And the older we get the more we appreciate all that our Mothers have done for us. Share one of these poems with your Mom, tell her how much you love her!

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Above All Price
Poet: Edgar Fawcett

How dear does mother hold
Her bonny little one?
Just as dear as the jostling clovers
Hold the merry sun.

How hard would mother try
To please her pretty lass ?
Just as hard as the pattering showers
Try to please the grass.

How fair does mother think
The darling at her breast?
Just as fair as the glad white sea-bird
Thinks the wave's white crest.

How long will mother's love
For her treasure last?
Just as long as her heart keeps beating,
Till her life be past.

How much will mother's love
Change, as years are told?
Just as much as the mountain changes,
Or the ocean old!

Mom Believes
Author: Ozora Davis

I believe in the
eternal importance of the home
as the fundamental institution of society.

I believe in the
immeasurable possibilities
of every boy and girl.

I believe in the
imagination, the trust, the hopes
and ideals which dwell in the hearts of all children.

I believe in the
beauty of nature, of art,
of books, and of friendship.

I believe in the
satisfactions of duty.

I believe in the
little homely joys
of everyday life.

I believe in the
goodness of the great design
which lies behind our complex world.

I believe in the
safety and peace which surround
us all through the overbrooding love of God.

You Influenced
by Theodore W. Higginsworth

Mom, you influenced my thoughts
which has made me caring,

Mom, you influenced my character
which has made me the person I am today

Mom, you influenced my self worth
which has made me loving towards others

Mom thank you for all the influence!

Before It Is Too Late
Poet: George Bancroft Griffith

If you have a gray-haired mother
In the old home far away,
Sit down and write the letter
You put off day by day.

If you have a tender message,
Or a loving word to say,
Don't wait till you forget it,
But whisper it to-day.

Who knows what bitter memories
May haunt you if you wait?
So make your loved ones happy
Before it is too late.

The tender words unspoken,
The letter never sent,
The long-forgotten messages.
The wealth of love unspent,

For these some hearts are breaking,
For these some loved ones wait -
So show them that you care for them
Before it is too late.

Mother
Poet: Kate Louise Wheeler

In all the wide world there is not another
Whose name is so dear as the sweet name of mother.
The babe’s tiny head finds it’s most perfect rest,
When pillowed from harm on the fair mother breast;

The youth, from all sorrow, temptation and care,
Seeks the warm mother heart and finds comfort there;
The woman, whose virtues are whispered above,
Will daily thank God for the dear “mother love;”

The man, be he lover, or husband, or brother,
Will ever hold sacred the love of his mother.
Tho’ the years may have turned her tresses to gray,
And the rose from her cheek may have faded away,

Tho’ her step, once so light, may have feebled with age,
And her eyes may have grown too dim for the page,
Tho’ the hand that was once so dainty and fair,
May have changed with the seasons of toiling and care,

Tho’ the voice that to youth and it’s freedom belongs,
May have lost all its sweetness for lullaby songs,
Yet the years that shall make the dear mother grow old,
Will but add to her nature a blessing untold;-

Tho’ they rob her of youth, she retains, as a prize,
A love more mature and a counsel more wise.
Tho’ her life lose it’s sunshine and burdens oppress,
Yet the love of the mother will never be less;

Tho’ her children may wander away from the fold,
And the world shuts them out in the darkness and cold,
Tho’ their friends may prove faithless and sin may allure,
Yet of mother’s true love they can ever be sure.

Tho’ to far away lands they may wilfully roam,
The fond mother’s prayer will be guiding them home.
If they climb to the height of honor and fame,
They should whisper, in credit, the dear mother name.

Her love inspires all that is noble and good,
And Purity reigneth o’er sweet mother-hood.
Tho’ the great word applaud, the praise of another
Is nothing compared with the praises of mother.

The earth home is dreary, when she is away,
Her presence adds sunshine to each changing day,
And Heaven, in it’s glory, will be the more fair,
When the spirit of mother shall find entrance there.