You Will Call Her Mom Poem
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You Will Call Her Mom

You will call her Mom, my dear,As we welcome you with cheer.Her arms, a new home found,Where love and care abound.In her eyes, you’ll see the light,That chases away the darkest night.Words soft, a soothing balm,In storms, a peaceful calm.She’ll hold your hand, guide your steps,Through life’s puzzles, its complex webs.With every laugh, with every…

My Mother Hates Me Poem
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My Mother Hates Me

In the silence of our shared spaces,Her eyes speak in storms and thunders,Each glance, a cascade of unspoken words,Where love once dwelled, now shadows linger.The kitchen breathes with the aroma of past meals,Where laughter was our companion, now sits unease,Her voice, a melody turned sharp and cold,A music box that’s ceased its tender tunes.We share…

Mother of Twins Poem
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Mother of Twins

Two cries echo, sync in rhyme,Life doubled, in half the time.Morning feeds, starlit soothes,Twin smiles, the day improves.Arms always full, never free,Dancing through chaos, gracefully.Mirrored laughs, echoed play,Joyous noise fills each day.Nights are long, the work unseen,Calm in storms, a serene queen.Her love multiplies, never divides,In each child, wholly resides.Double the worry, double the hugs,Her…

The Slave Mother Poem
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The Slave Mother

Chains clink, her lullaby fades,Beneath the weeping willow’s shades.Tears blend with falling rain,Each drop echoes her pain.Her hands, rough, weathered, tied,Holding dreams she must hide.Eyes fixed on a distant star,Wishing, wanting, oh so far.In the fields, she sings low,Songs of places she’ll never go.Her heart beats a silent plea,For the child she’ll never see.Night’s cloak,…

My Mother Really Knew Poem
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My Mother Really Knew

My mother really knew,How silence could speak,In each pause, a lesson,In every glance, a week.She knew when leaves would fall,Before the chill set in.Predicted rain with a sniff,Her forecasts always win.Cookies baked just right,Stories told by dim light.In her eyes, the world’s hues,A map drawn in her views.She knew all my fears,Before I shed my…

Mean mom poems
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Mean Mom Poems

Mean Mom Frown lines like furrows,deep in thought, in care.Sharp words cut air,but her hands, soft in mine.Eyes stern, watch over,keeping wolves, woes at bay.No sweet lullabies—just firm truths, in love’s guise.Dinners late, but plates full,tales of caution, over warmth.Curfews, scolds, endless chores,her love, a fortress—covert, sure. Meaning “Mean Mom” explores the misinterpretation of strictness…

Baseball Mom Poem
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Baseball Mom

Under the bright lights of Friday’s game,Stands a figure of relentless aim.Baseball mom, with cap and cheer,In every pitch, her heart draws near.She knows the stats, each player’s name,For every strike, she feels the sameThrill and fear—that sweet, sharp mix—As if each swing could be a fix.With a cooler full of snacks and ice,She’s the…

To the One Who Made Me a Mom Poem
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To the One Who Made Me a Mom

First flutter, first kick,Life within, so quick.Eyes meet, worlds change,Love’s first page, newly strange.Tiny hands grip my finger,Moments swell, they linger.Laughter bubbles, tears flow,Growing fast, time slow.You turned days into adventures,In your smiles, my heart centers.Challenges met, with you by my side,In your light, I proudly abide.Gratitude deep, for the gift you are,My bright little…

Childless Mother Poem
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Childless Mother

Empty arms, heavierthan the sky at midnight,her silence—a hollow windthrough barren branches.Tears trace pathson cheeks, cold and worn,where laughter should reside,echoing a house now silent.Dreams once vivid,fade like dusk,her heart—a nestabandoned by spring.She stands alone,each step a testamentto the love that remains,unheld but ever present. Meaning The poem “Childless Mother” explores the profound sorrow of…