Tribute To A Mother

1. Offering A Tribute
   Poet: Cornella Frances Douglass
   
   In offering a tribute to mother today,
   There is joy that we cannot express
   Her kindness and love we can never repay,
   Though we strive to do always our best.
   
   She labors that home may be pleasant and sweet,
   A place like no other,
   But it's ever her presence that makes it complete,
   For what would home be without mother?




Kindness Poems



2. My Mother
   Poet: Kenneth Merry
   
   When pain and sickness make me cry,
   Who wept for fear that I might die?
   My Mother!
   
   She works and saves and plans for me,
   To bring me up as a man should be,
   My Mother!
   
   She corrects my faults day after day,
   And tries to show me the better way,
   My Mother!
   
   I'll try to go straight for your dear sake,
   And bless my God that he did make,
   My Mother.





Mothers Day Messages




3. When She Was Near
   Poet: Nixon Waterman
   
   My mother's heart was honey,
   And her kiss was sweetest balm.
   And, though the world was full of storm,
   Her lap was full of calm.
   Her arms and breast were filled with rest,
   Her smile was full of joy.
   And life was dear when she was near
   And I a little boy.
   
   The world is full of golden gifts.
   And yet my spirit sighs
   Between the gracious long agoes
   And happy by and byes.
   I am aweary of the cares
   That fill the lives of men;
   I would I were a little child
   Within those arms again.
   
   For my mother's heart was honey,
   And her kiss was sweetest balm.
   And, though the world was full of storm.
   Her lap was full of calm.
   Her arms and breast were filled with rest.
   Her smile was full of joy,
   And life was dear when she was near
   And I a little boy.



  
A Mother's Love Poem



4. Tribute To A Mother
   Poet: Louisa May Alcott
   
   Faith that withstood the shocks of toil and time;
   Hope that defied despair;
   Patience that conquered care;
   And loyalty, whose courage was sublime;
   The great deep heart that was a home for all -
   Just, eloquent, and strong
   In protest against wrong;
   Wide charity, that knew no sin, no fail;
   The Spartan spirit that made life so grand,
   Mating poor daily needs
   With high, heroic deeds,
   That wrested happiness from Fate's hard hand.




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   Appreciation Poems




6. My Mother
   Poet: Ellen Johnston
   
   She is - Oh! can I name her with a name -
   Too good, too great, too honoured for her worth;
   What do I own that she dare not to claim?
   What gives me pleasure, fills her soul with mirth.
   
   She is - Oh! what is she? Tall, handsome, fair,
   Prudent in all her ways, generous in heart;
   One with whom there's few I can compare,
   One whose industry few can act a part.
   
   She is - Oh! what is she? One that hath borne
   Trials and sorrows no language can express;
   Still she looks fresh as summer's flowery morn.
   Although her cup overflows with bitterness.
   
   She is - Oh! what is she? One that if dead,
   I might search the world and And no other
   What could a radiance o'er this bosom spread
   Like her that gave me birth - my loving mother.




7. Tribute to Mom
   Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
   
   Mom, when I think of you
   And all that you do
   I thank God above
   For all your love.
   
   Many times you did without
   To your children you were devout
   You encouraged and gave support
   And you always were a good sport.
   
   Mom, this tribute is just for you
   Know that we think the world of you
   Words cannot express how much
   We appreciate and love you such!




Thinking of You Poems



8. Tribute To A Mother
   Poet: William Hayley
   
   Nature, who deck'd thy form with beauty's flowers,
   Exhausted on thy soul her finer powers;
   Taught it with all her energy to feel
   Love's melting softness, friendship's fervid zeal.
   The generous purpose and the active thought,
   With charity's diffusive spirit fraught.
   
   There all the best of mental gifts she placed,
   Vigor of judgment, purity of taste,
   Superior parts without their spleenful leaven,
   Kindness to earth and confidence in heaven,
   While my fond thoughts o'er all thy merits roll,
   Thy praise thus gushes from my filial soul.
   
   Nor will the public with harsh rigor blame
   This my just homage to thy honored name;
   To please that public, if to please be mine,
   Thy virtues trained me - let the praise be thine.