I am like a Mommy Pot Mom’s hands,Cradle earth and me.Gently sowing,Care runs deep.Water whispers—no,Soft words spill.Life springs forth,By her will.Her love,Roots and all,Nurtures every sprout,Every call. Meaning This poem reflects the nurturing role of a mother, comparing her care to that of tending a plant in a pot. It emphasizes the detailed, loving attention…
Golden rays dwindle,shadows stretch long.Last blooms nodto the cricket’s song.Leaves hint at change,breezes turn cool.Empty nests perchin quiet lull.Fields once vibrant,now bear gold grain.Sunset comes early,welcomes night’s reign.Farewell soft warmth,hello crisp air.Summer sighs softly,in autumn’s fair glare. Summary End of Summer poem captures the transitional essence of late summer as it yields to autumn. The…
Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart Hand in hand, we forge our path,Mom’s strength, a quiet guide.Heart to heart, with gentle laugh,In steps, side by side.Her love, a silent pact,Growing strong with every stride. Meaning This poem celebrates the enduring and evolving relationship between a mother and daughter. Through simple gestures of walking hand in…
A Divine Surprise New life stirs, a gentle hum,Softly spoken, “she has come.”Tiny hands, a dream’s delight,Stars that shone in deepest night.Morning breaks on softest cries,Sunlit sparks in sleepy eyes.Love unfurls its boundless sweep,Cradled whispers, peace in sleep.Each breath a novel verse of joy,Bound in pages, girl or boy.Mysteries in every coo,Life anew, and dreams…
Across the Miles Happy birthday, Mommy, from afar,Your love reaches me like a guiding star.Though miles divide us, wide and vast,In every moment, your love’s contrastColors my days, clear and true.Happy birthday, Mommy, from afar,Memories bloom, they never mar.With every sunrise, I think of you.Though miles divide us, wide and vast,I feel your warmth, as…
Last Words to Mom Beneath the maple’s tender shade,We shared our final summer’s day.Soft words flew on a gentle breeze,Carried aloft with trembling ease.Mom, your laughter echoes still,Around the leaves, the air it fills.Hands clasped tight, the sun set low,Silent stories only we know.Your wisdom falling like the leaves,Each one caught, a memory weaves.Tears that…
Vanished Before Dawn Cold dew, the morning’s first tear,Bare echoes where laughter once lived.Gone before light could appear,Unseen, like dreams softly sieved.Her touch, a fading warmth in my hand,A breeze whispers secrets unsaid.She vanished where we used to stand,Only footprints in the garden bed.Years pass, leaves fall and fade,Yet her absence grows vast and deep.Every…
The Last Goodbye In sterile light, her hand in mine,Soft beats echo, slow, decline.Her eyes, a gentle, fading glow,Words scarce, “I love you,” soft and low.Through the hum of machines, in dim-lit space,A tear trails down her time-etched face.Last breaths, a quiet symphony,Compose her final melody.“Goodbye, my heart,” she faintly sighed,Our fingers lace, one last…
Whispers of the Willow In the shade of willow’s grace,Soft echoes of her tender face.Leaves rustle with serene ease,Mom’s gentle touch in the breeze.Branches arch, a cradle’s swing,Songs of comfort softly sing.Underneath the verdant dome,She crafted love, our sacred home.Her laughter, light through dappled sun,In her presence, sorrow undone.Each leaf a note, her whispered love,Now…
Diaper Duty Disaster In the battle of the diaper, Mom stands bold,New terrain, where tales of chaos are told.Armed with wipes and a fresh pack,Baby plots a counterattack.Snap goes the diaper, a clean fit—Not for long, a surprise hit!Peek-a-boo! It’s a leak so sly,Mom’s shirt bids a dry goodbye.Oh! The joys of motherhood’s test,Laughter rings…
