Before I Was a Mom Poem
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Before I Was a Mom

Before I was a mom, I sailed on dreams,Charted seas in starlit beams.My hours were mine to lose or keep,Nights full, yet filled with sleep.I read books from start to end,Plans stood firm, schedules would bend.Coffee lingered on my tongue,Silent suppers savored, unsung.Shoes were tidy, lined with care,Impromptu outings pulled from thin air.My thoughts were…

I Saw A Young Mother Poem
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I Saw a Young Mother

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…

Mommy Misses You Poem
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Mommy Misses You

Mommy misses you, my dear,With each tick of the clock here.Coffee cold, morning breaks,Echoes of the laughter we make.Chairs sit empty, plates untouched,Rooms too quiet, your presence much.Glimpses of your smile in my dreams,Sunlight duller than it seems.Shadows stretch, seeking you,In corners where our giggles flew.Bedtime stories now unread,Your pillow empty beside my bed.Toys gather…

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 Other Mother Poem
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My Other Mother

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…

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…

Dear Mama Poem
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Dear Mama

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…

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…