A Mother's Gift of Love: Poetry, Quotes and Gifts for Mothers

The one thing I appreciate most in my life is the blessing of a dear mother who has loved, supported and cared for me throughout the course of my life. There is nothing in this world quite like a mother's unconditional love. This article contains poems that celebrate and give thanks for the gift of a mother's love as told through the eyes of a daughter. They are part of a collection of mothers poems and gifts for mothers that I am working on for Mother's Day. I do not think I will ever be able to put into words the depth of my gratitude and love for my mother but this is one of my attempts to do so. I am forever thankful and appreciative of the blessing of a wonderful and loving mother. Orio mama (Thank-you Mother in the African Luhya language).

A Gratitude Poem for My Mother
By Injete Chesoni

How do you say thank-you
To the one who bore you
And gave you the gift of life
How do you say thank-you
To the angel who has constantly
Guided you through life
How do you say thank-you
To the one who has helped you
In all your moments of strife
How do you say thank-you to the one who
has loved you throughout your life
You can say thank-you with flowers
or gifts from expensive stores
You can buy her cards or chocolates
From the grocer next door
But the best way to thank her
Is to shower her with love
The greatest gift of all.

Narrative Poem About a Mother's Love
By Injete Chesoni

In our kitchen above the stove
Sits a pot my mother calls love
It’s a strange little pot you see
Decorated with eyes that always watch me
Much like my mother’s eyes follow me

One day I decided to ask my mother the story
that lay behind her little pot of mystery
She sat at the kitchen table
And took me up on her knee
Then began to tell me the pot’s history

When I was a young woman
A little older than you
My mother came home
With a package wrapped in blue
She called me into the kitchen
And gazed down at me
Then handed me the package
much to my glee
I tore off the blue wrapper
expecting to find
Baubles or jewels of some kind
Instead what I found
Was a pot drawn with eyes all around

My mother sensing my dismay
As I put the odd little pot away
Smiled her gentle smile
And said in her loving way
I know you don’t understand this gift my child
But you will one day
And on that strange note she rose
and strode over to the stove
To begin cooking our supper

I stomped out of the kitchen with my odd little pot
And tossed it in the corner wishing it would rot
Many years later after my mother died
Is when I finally realized
That the pot was her way of letting me know
She would always be watching over me
with a loving glow
Stored in the eyes of the pot
that she gave me so long ago.

I looked up at my mother as
tears rolled down her face.
That’s the end of the story she said.
I reached for the pot
And caught her teardrops
As they slowly slid off her face
And for the first time that night
I saw the pot with different eyes
It was a pot of love and a mother’s pride.

This is a poem of thanksgiving dedicated to my mother, Mary Aherwa Chesoni, for her love and support over the years. From a collection of Mothers Poems, Mother Daughter Poems, Narrative Poems and Story Poems by Injete Chesoni.

1. Mothers of daughters are daughters of mothers and have remained so, in circles joined to circles, since time began. - Signe Hammer
2. God intended motherhood to be a relay race. Each generation would pass the baton on to the next. - Mary Pride
3. I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother." - Edna St. Vincent Millay
4. From the time I was a child I wanted to be like my mother. Not necessarily an actress—I never dreamed I'd have the courage. But an active, volatile woman like she was. - Isabella Rossellini
5. What I wanted most for my daughter was that she be able to soar confidently in her own sky, whatever that may be. - Helen Claes
6. A daughter is a mother's gender partner, her closest ally in the family confederacy, an extension of her self. - Author Unknown
7. Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be. - Clementine Paddleford
8. My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. - Graycie Harmon
9. Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible. - Marion C. Garretty, quoted in A Little Spoonful of Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul
10. I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights. - Adabella Radici

Thanksgiving Poems for Mothers by Injete Chesoni

Thank you God for my mother’s face
So full of beauty, love and grace.
Thank you God for my mother’s smile
So full of kindness and motherly pride.
Thank you God for my mother’s mind
That is so inspiring and wise.
Thank you God for my mother’s arms
That always encircle me with love.
Thank you God for my mother’s heart
That has loved me right from the very start.
Thank-you God for my mother’s breast
Upon which I lay my worries to rest.
Thank you God for my mother’s womb
The most comforting home I have known.
Thank-you God for my mother’s thighs
The lap upon which I have cried many times
Thank-you God for my mother’s feet
That rush to save me from dangers I meet
But most of all thank-you God
For giving me the most wonderful Mother of All.

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