Poems for Mom
 

Mothers Are the Place That We Call Home

Mothers are the place that we call home.
On them we rest our heads and close our eyes.
There's no one else who grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment, sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom.

Anonymous-
 

When You Thought I Wasn't looking

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
And I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake just for me,
And I knew that little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight,
And I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
And I learned that sometimes things hurt,
But it's alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you cared,
And I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked.......
And wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw
When you thought I wasn't looking.

Anonymous-
 

Mothers and Daughters

Mothers and daughters
Were daughters and mothers
Not so long ago.
We give and take
And take and give
Along time's endless row.

Love is passed
And love received
To be passed on again:
A precious heirloom
Twice, twice blessed,
A spiritual cardigan.

I'll put it on
And treasure it,
The me I have received,
And when the roles
Reverse again,
I'll have what I most need.

So may our love
Go on and on,
A hundred thousand years;
Mothers and daughters,
Daughters and mothers,
Through joys and other tears.

 

I Thought I Knew a Thing or Two of Beauty

I thought I knew a thing or two of beauty:
I've known your love since I was hours old.
But now I bear myself the awesome duty
That love turns into joy, and joy to gold.
How precious to experience your pleasure!
To be on both sides of the deep-felt glance;
To know so well the moment's gift full measure;
To be both lead and partner in that dance.
No child can be but grateful for her children
When loved so well as to know well to love.
No mother can but hope her prudent passion
Will move a heart to move as her heart moved.
The love you felt for me I now can feel,
Which makes it not more lovely but more real.

Anonymous-