To Mother

These poems to Mother express the special love between a mother and her child. From the tender moments of childhood to the memories we carry through life, a mother's love is something we never forget.

The three poems shared here remind us of a mother's devotion, her gentle guidance, and the joy she finds in even the smallest reminder of her children. Whether you are remembering your own mother or looking for words to express your appreciation, may these verses touch your heart.

Ah, Mother's love, so deep, so pure, To live and through all time endure, C. C. Hassler

Updated October 23, 2026, by Catherine Pulsifer.

A Mother's Love That Never Fades

In this touching poem, C. C. Hassler reminds us that no matter how old a child becomes or how far from home life may take them, a mother's love remains. Even a simple gift or remembrance can bring back years of cherished memories.

To Mother

Poet: C. C. Hassler

No sweeter sound can mortal hear.
Or falls on "Mother's" listening ear,
Than helpless infant's plaintive cries
As in its mother's arms it lies.
Her life, her love, her hopes are there.
And hallowed by her saintly prayer
She looks into its face with joy,
And come what will in future years
To thrill her heart with hopes or fears,
To her 'twill live, 'mid joy or tears
Her babe's first cry that binds her boy
To Mother.

What tho his wayward feet have trod
A path that leads away from God,
And prayers he learned beside her knee
May still for years forgotten be
Or if upon the scroll of fame
May written be his honored name,
Her happiness without alloy
Will shine upon her dear old face
With radiance bright naught can efface
If in her hand some token place
Some sweet reminder from her boy
To Mother.

Perchance the gift may be the bloom
Of flowers, bright with sweet perfume.
With petals, soft and pure, and white.
That blossomed 'neath God's pure sunlight,
If from the absent boy it came,
And through her tears she reads his name.
Naught can her happiness destroy,
But sweet as fragrance of the flowers
That bloomed in some "Elysian" bowers,
She'll dream of by-gone happy hours
And prize her gift from absent boy
To Mother.

Ah, Mother's love, so deep, so pure,
To live and through all time endure,
A fountain from which of a truth.
Springs all things good, to bless our youth,
God's wisdom would be incomplete
And loving kindness be less sweet,
That human lives on earth enjoy
Were it not for that gentle grace
That lives to bless the human race.
Those smiles that light up Mother's face
And calls back home the absent boy
To Mother.

Mankind may fame and honors crave
From earliest manhood to the grave;
But tho the shadows gather o'er
Her path, as nearing Heaven's shore.
How tenderly old memories bring
And cause her trembling lips to sing
Sweet songs of childhood blest.
Methinks, if absent son could see
His gift of flowers on her knee,
His love expressed would surely be
For one who loves him truest, best
His Mother.

A Mother Through a Child's Eyes

When we are young, our mothers often seem capable of making everything right. Edmund Clarence Stedman captures that childhood feeling in this short poem, remembering his mother as an angel who brought comfort and love.

An Angel

Poet: Edmund Clarence Stedman

She seemed an angel in our infant eyes.
Once when the glorifying moon revealed
Her who at evening by our pillow kneeled,
Soft-voiced and golden-haired from holy skies
Flown to her loves on wings of Paradise,
We looked to see the pinions half-concealed.

This picture lingers; still she seems to me
The fair angel of my infancy.

A Mother's Love Through the Years

As we grow older, we often come to appreciate our mothers in ways we never understood as children. May Riley Smith reminds us that a mother's honest words, understanding, and faithful love are gifts that cannot be replaced.

My Mother

Poet: May Riley Smith

The sweetest face in all the world to me,
Set in a frame of shining silver hair,
With eyes whose language is fidelity;
This is my mother. Is she not most fair?

O mother! in the changeful years now flown.
Since, as a child, I leant upon your knee,
Life has not brought to me, nor fortune shown,
Such tender love! such yearning sympathy!

Let fortune smile or frown, whiche'er she will;
It matters not, I scorn her fickle ways!
I never shall be quite bereft until
I lose my mother's honest blame and praise!


Conclusion

A mother's love is one of life's greatest blessings. As these poems remind us, it is found in the gentle care she gives, the prayers she offers, and the happiness she feels when her children remember her.

Years may pass, children may grow, and life may take us in different directions, but the love of a mother remains in our hearts. If your mother is still with you, take a moment to tell her how much she means to you. And if she lives on in your memories, may these poems bring a smile as you remember the love you shared.