Farewell dear mother, your journey begins,Past the veils where the ether thins.Your voice, a melody softly waning,Leaves the air with your love remaining.In your chair, the imprint stays,Echoes of laughter, the sun’s last rays.Teacups rest from stories told,Hands now silent, warmth turned cold.Seasons will turn, the trees will bow,I’ll seek your wisdom, here and now.The…
In a crowded park’s gentle sway,I saw a young mother with her day:Sunlight danced through leaves above,She tended to her child with love.A picnic spread on a patchwork quilt,Crumbs of laughter and joy they built.A tiny hand with fingers curled,Reaching out to touch the world.She sang a tune without a name,Each note a spark, a…
In a world woven from the threads of kindness,She stands, a beacon of gentleness and grace,Not born of blood, but bonded by the heart,My other mother, with her endless embrace.Her laughter, a symphony in quiet rooms,Her wisdom, a map through my darkest fears,In her eyes, I find the light of stars,Guiding me beyond the rush…
Dear Mama, skies were grey,Your words, a sunray.In storms, you were my cloak,In despair, the hope I spoke.Every lesson you have sown,In soft soil, carefully grown.Your laughter, my favorite tune,Under stars, beneath the moon.In your arms, a fortress found,In your wisdom, solid ground.You taught me how to stand,With gentle words and firmer hand.Now as I…
I went to a party, Mom,Lights danced, laughter chimed.Friends in clusters, wild, free,I stood by, sipped my tea.Music boomed, bass shook,Glances flew, no one looked.Felt alone in crowded space,Smiles hid my out-of-place.Came home early, door clicked,You asked, my words picked:”Good time?” — “Yeah, it was okay.”You nodded, knew I didn’t stay. Meaning The poem “I…
Cap and cape, she wears none,yet her feats, daily done.In her eyes, galaxies spin,worlds of wisdom, deep within.Her laughter, a fortress high,shields me when tears are nigh.Hands, though gentle, fiercely guard,each scar a story, each line hard-earned.She fights battles, not with swords,but with words, kind and sure.At day’s end, when shadows creep,her hug’s a haven,…
Morning breaks,Muffin bakes.Crumbs of joy,Blueberry, oh boy!Butter melts,Warmth is felt.Laughs spill,Time stands still.Mom and me,Perfectly. Meaning Muffins with Mom poem captures the cozy, cherished moments of sharing muffins in the morning light. This short poem highlights the simple pleasures of fresh baked goods and warm company, using vivid, sensory imagery to bring to life the…
In morning’s light, her lessons weave,Through simple acts, what I believe.She taught me kindness, gently sown,With smiles that bloomed from seeds she’d thrown.By stove, she shared the art of taste,How flavors blend, and none to waste.Her hands, in dough, danced their ballet,A symphony of everyday.In courage dressed, her stories toldOf sterner days, of winters cold.Yet,…
Chilled rinks, early dawn,Coffee steams, scarf drawn.Clapping gloves, stomping feet,Her cheers echo, strong and sweet.Pucks fly, sticks clash,Watching through the cold glass.Pride swells in frosty air,For her player, out there.Late nights, gear in tow,Homebound under streetlamp glow.Lessons of grit, taught through play,In every game, come what may.Zamboni hums, her heart sings,For the joy this frozen…
Heart of the Game With a playbook’s breadth in her knowing eyes,She watches as the autumn skiesMirror the tumult on the field,Where her heart’s courage never yields.Beneath the Friday night lights’ glare,She stands steadfast in the crisp air.Football mom, with nerves of steel,Her spirit roars with every peel.Her voice rings out, clear and bold,In bleachers,…
