Mother Daughter Poems

You brushed my hair and tucked me in,
Made me laugh for hours on end.
You kissed my boo-boos when I fooled around.
Mommy, you never let me down.

You held my hand as I got my shots
Then took me for ice cream that hit the spot.
You bought me Polly-Pockets and Barbies too.
Mommy, there's no one quite like you

You held my hand as I walked through the door,
Then you met my teacher as I stared at the floor.
You told me it'd be fun, and I'd make friends too,
And for that reason, Mommy, I love you.

You listened to me talk about the drama and boys
Then taught me how to handle it with class and poise.
You spoke with wisdom and of things you know.
You love to hear me say, "Mommy, you told me so."

You love the Lord with all you heart,
And you're kind and gentle and pretty and smart
If I could be anyone, I'd pick you
'Cause, Mommy, the world would be better with two of you.

You've taught me so much, with more in store
And with each day that passes, I love you more.

~by Madisyn B.

You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.

~by Robert Louis Stevenson

A mother gives her children
Stepping stones to the stars
Her love is unconditional
Her heart has no bars

A mother teaches her children
To be confident and bold
Her special love for her children
More valuable than silver or gold

A mother picks up her children
And wipes away life's tears
She scares away monsters in the night
And silences life's fears

A mother celebrates
Her children's accomplishments in life
She hurts and cries with them
When life brings times of strife

A mother shares her love freely
With her tender loving way
She grows more beautiful
To her children with each passing day

Mother, I'm grateful
for all these things that you do
And on this special Mother's Day
I want you to know how much I love you

~By Kathryn Ann

You are the sunlight in my day,
You are the moon I see far away.
You are the tree I lean upon,
You are the one that makes troubles be gone.
You are the one who taught me life,
How not to fight, and what is right.
You are the words inside my song,
You are my love, my life, my mom.
You are the one who cares for me,
You are the eyes that help me see.
You are the one who knows me best,
When it's time to have fun and time to rest.
You are the one who has helped me to dream,
You hear my heart and you hear my screams.
Afraid of life but looking for love,
I'm blessed for God sent you from above.
You are my friend, my heart, and my soul
You are the greatest friend I know.
You are the words inside my song,
You are my love, my life, my Mom.

~By Champagne S. Baker

My mother is a special part
Of all that's cherished in my heart,
She is my pearl, my soul, my mate;
She is the one to make life great.
She is an angel without the wings,
Who makes life special with the littlest things,

Whenever I'm in need of love,
She is there from the heavens above;
Whenever I'm in need of a shoulder,
There's no one as devoted as my mother.

Her presence and love have always been there,
Everything in her nature is to only care.
With every soft hug and kiss
The world seems more beautiful and blessed.

I'm sorry for all the times I caused you pain,
But after these brief storms my love still remains.
I love you so much,
I will love you forever-
I wrote your name on my heart
And it will stay there forever, and ever...

~By Kirsten Rollander

Lord Jesus, Thou hast known
A mother's love and tender care:
And Thou wilt hear, while for my own
Mother most dear I make this birthday prayer.

Protect her life, I pray,
Who gave the gift of life to me;
And may she know, from day to day,
The deepening glow of Life that comes from Thee.

As once upon her breast
Fearless and well content I lay,
So let her heart, on Thee at rest,
Feel fears depart and troubles fade away.

Her every wish fulfill;
And even if Thou must refuse
In anything, let Thy wise will
A comfort bring such as kind mothers use.

Ah, hold her by the hand,
As once her hand held mine;
And though she may not understand
Life's winding way, lead her in peace divine.

I cannot pay my debt
For all the love that she has given;
But Thou, love's Lord, wilt not forget
Her due reward,--bless her in earth and heaven.

~By Henry Van Dyke

On the first night
of the full moon,
the primeval sack of ocean
broke,
& I gave birth to you
little woman,
little carrot top,
little turned-up nose,
pushing you out of myself
as my mother
pushed
me out of herself,
as her mother did,
& her mother's mother before her,
all of us born
of woman.

I am the second daughter
of a second daughter
of a second daughter,
but you shall be the first.
You shall see the phrase
"second sex"
only in puzzlement,
wondering how anyone,
except a madman,
could call you "second"
when you are so splendidly
first,
conferring even on your mother
firstness, vastness, fullness
as the moon at its fullest
lights up the sky.

Now the moon is full again
& you are four weeks old.
Little lion, lioness,
yowling for my breasts,
rowling at the moon,
how I love your lustiness,
your red face demanding,
your hungry mouth howling,
your screams, your cries
which all spell life
in large letters
the color of blood.

You are born a woman
for the sheer glory of it,
little redhead, beautiful screamer.
You are no second sex,
but the first of the first;
& when the moon's phases
fill out the cycle
of your life,
you will crow
for the joy
of being a woman,
telling the pallid moon
to go drown herself
in the blue ocean,
& glorying, glorying, glorying
in the rosy wonder
of your sunshining wondrous
self.

~By Erica Jong

Thank you, Mom...
for the love, strength, and care
for in this world that is quite rare
for being my guardian and my guide
on those sad days when I cried

I'm proud of you because...
you never gave up hope when the times were hard
you kept going forward through it all, yard by yard
you have never let others change who you are
you have always shown me that you're my favorite star
you move through the unknown with strength
no matter how far the length

I would have never been here today....
without your motherly advice
without your ultimate sacrifice
without the support I needed
I never would have succeeded
without your unbounded love
I could never stay above

I just wanted you to know....
I will always stand by your side
I will give back and be your guide
I will fight for you in the hard times
even if all I have are a few dimes
I will never lose my faith in you
my love for you is always true

I will always be there
on those days you are hurt and sad
and you feel everything is going bad
I will hold you in my arms and say
I'm glad to be with you here today
when you feel you are alone
I will be your chaperone

So thank you, Mom,
I love you so much!
never forget, the support and love I have for you will never diminish,
you are one of the strongest people I know,
so don't let anyone else's evil decisions or careless actions
change who you are today.
you are better than all of them and stronger in every way

~By Jessie

When times seem too hard to bear and I feel like giving up
I vision your beautiful face, the twinkle of your eyes and things of such
The bond we created from my womb to the day you were born
Is a mother and daughter bond that can never be torn
With the strength and guidance of God and the blessings he pours down from above
I want to be the best mom I can be to you and embrace you with all my love
You are as precious as a flower and as gorgeous as a rose
You have been specially made to the very tip of your nose
You are as sweet as honey; such an innocent young child
You are brighter than any star in the sky every time you smile
I want you to be proud of who you are and strive to be the best
Put forth efforts to achieve your goals and let God do the rest
I will always be your mother first, but I'm also your friend
You are the most precious gift, that I've ever been given

~Anonymous

One night a tiny dewdrop fell
Into the bosom of a rose,--
"Dear little one, I love thee well,
Be ever here thy sweet repose!"

Seeing the rose with love bedight,
The envious sky frowned dark, and then
Sent forth a messenger of light
And caught the dewdrop up again.

"Oh, give me back my heavenly child,--
My love!" the rose in anguish cried;
Alas! the sky triumphant smiled,
And so the flower, heart-broken, died.

~ by Eugene Field

'M' is for the million things she gave me,
'O' means only that she's growing old,
'T' is for the tears she shed to save me,
'H' is for her heart of purest gold;
'E' is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
'R' means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell 'MOTHER,'
A word that means the world to me.

~By Howard Johnson

One day I was given to an Angel in disguise
Who's beautiful, yet her fragile wings were tattered beyond recognize

But this Angel to whom I was given, what a heart of gold had she
Who had yet to realize how important she would be

This Angel to whom I was given is so selfless, so giving as can be
Who shares her gift of mercy so that others may be free

This Angel to whom I was given is so faithful, so true
Who would lay down her own life if it meant salvation of one or a few

This Angel to whom I was given is so thoughtful, so kind
Whose never-ending love and prayers are the reason I'll be fine

This Angel to whom I was given is a blessing, my hero all the time
I am so proud to call her Mom, this beautiful Angel of mine

~By Megan Cummings

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.

~By Christina Rossetti

From the moment you were born
I knew what love was really about
I loved you more than anything
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
The bond I felt was unbreakable
And instantly I knew
That I would spend eternity
Thanking God for my miracle, you
Time has quickly passed us by
And now you're quite the little lady
But in my eyes you will always be
My precious little baby
One day in the future
God will bless you with a miracle too
Then you will know the depth of love
That I will always have for you
I will be here for you always
And forever and a day
Loving you unconditionally
Every step along the way

~By KRISTEN DAVID

Mommy Dearest you will always be
My mother so loving and so loved by me
For God has taken you to be by his side
Now in Heaven is where you will reside

You have blessed my life in so many ways
I will cherish our memories until the end of my days
You left me too soon and this was not part of our plan
But God's wishes always come before those of man

Without you I must travel the path alone
No longer my guide, the way you had shown
Your heart my have been weak, but you were strong
For your loving embrace I will always long

God sent you to me as a special gift from above
To teach me life's lessons and shower me with your love
I will always remember your beautiful and smiling face
In my heart you will always have a very special place

A special bond we shared like no other
For this is possible for only Daughter and Mother
I thanked God for each day we were able to share
But without you in my life it is too difficult to bear

Being with God, I hope you will find joy and peace
In this I can find comfort and some happiness at least
For Mommy Dearest you will always be
My Mother so loving and so loved by me

~By Deanne Finewood

If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

~By Rudyard Kipling

Gone are the eyes that watched me grow
The eyes that were able to see into my soul
Together we climbed mountains and made it through the pain
Only to find out that someday it would be forever changed

As you've gotten weaker, I've gotten stronger
Able to take care of myself even though I didn't want to

You'd be proud of my wit, my confidence and my charm
People say I'm just like you and I know all about your charms
The eyes are in my heart, the eyes that saw my soul
But gone are the beautiful eyes, the eyes that watched me grow

~By Valarie M. Shea

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You whBecause I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother- my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.

~By Edgar Allan Poe

Her love is like
an island in life's ocean,
vast and wide
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.

Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the West,
By tender Counsel on the South
And on the East by Rest.

Above it like a beacon light
Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro' the changing scenes of life
I find a haven there.

~By Unknown Author

Mothers are a special gift sent
from God above,
They bless us with their nurturing,
And fill us with their love.

They pick us up when we are down,
And when we're sad they know,
They're always there to lend a hand,
And guide us as we go.

And mothers are like special jewels
that can't be bought or sold...
A mother's love's more precious
than the rarest gem or gold.

Yes, mothers are a special gift sent
from God above,
And we'll be blessed forever with
their never ending love!

~By Faye Diane Kilday

Because you are my mom you loved me before I was ever seen
You thanked God for this miracle, this little human being
So exciting, yet fragile it all must have seemed to you then
Hearing my little heart beat inside you, now life begins

Because you are my mom no pain was too great for you to bear
Now you're a mother and I your child with joys and pains to share
And so into this world my life began each breath now on my own
One day we will look back at just how much I've grown

Because you are my mom you worried for me within your every bone
You finally let go of my little hand to take my first steps on my own

Because you are my mom you showed me through the years
To care about others and their feelings and the things that they hold dear

Because you are my mom you taught me right from wrong
Understanding that my faith in God will forever keep me strong
Showing me that being my own person is the only tool I'll need
When morals and values are your foundation to succeed

Because you are my mom you loved me enough to also be my friend
You would be right there in ways that no one could see or ever comprehend
When there was no way I thought you could ever understand
There you would be, non-judging and willing to lend a hand

Because you are my mom, God's gift to me was you
As your daughter I will always love you and promise to be true
I thank you for so many things and will try to never make you sad or blue

Because you are my mom, and one-day I will be a mother too
I pray I never forget all that you've been through
I am your daughter and in your image I am proud to be
By the grace of the Lord you were created, and then I came to be

~By Linda Arlene Fassett

O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand,
And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,--
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.
We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.

There'll be no little tired-out girl to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you,
There'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I'll rock you away on a silver-dew stream
And sing you asleep when you're weary,
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little dearie.

And when I am tired I'll nestle my head
In the bosom that's soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,
And away through the starlight we'll wander,--
Away through the mist to the beautiful land,--
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.

~By Eugene Field

Memories of another time still come
To me and fill my mind, with thoughts
Of you when you were young. I lie awake
'Till the morning sun comes creeping
Through my window shade, as I dwell upon
Mistakes I've made. What I would give to
Go back in time and feel your little
Hand in mine. To cherish each fast and
Fleeting day. To hold you close and kiss
Away, each pain that life will have in
Store and try to give you so much more.
You are part and will always be, imbedded in the soul of me. While I'm
Here, I want to say, that I've loved you
Each and every day and when my time on
Earth is gone.
The privilege was mine to have been your Mom.

~By Paula Stone

I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on hand
in case you have to rush to the hospital
with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars
large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole
grieving household, to cube home-canned pears
and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins
and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.
I learned to attend viewings even if I didn’t know
the deceased, to press the moist hands
of the living, to look in their eyes and offer
sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing,
what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease
awful pains materially like an angel.
Like a doctor, I learned to create
from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once
you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
To every house you enter, you must offer
healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,
the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.

~By Julia Kasdorf

Mothers are a special gift sent
from God above,
They bless us with their nurturing,
And fill us with their love.

They pick us up when we are down,
And when we're sad they know,
They're always there to lend a hand,
And guide us as we go.

And mothers are like special jewels
that can't be bought or sold...
A mother's love's more precious
than the rarest gem or gold.

Yes, mothers are a special gift sent
from God above,
And we'll be blessed forever with
their never ending love!

~By Faye Diane Kilday

You are in my thoughts every step of my way.
Although you are grown and far away,
I know when you're happy or having a bad day.
Just being your mom, I know your way.
I remember the days when Dawnie and you
Would gaze out our window, enjoying the view.
the nightly ritual, forever in my head
of a piggy-back ride, on your way to bed.
I wish, so often for a moment with you
Not sharing this time, with all, that you do.
Although, I understand and truly care;
I still wish to reach out, and just stroke your hair.
there are times, when I wish, for a hug, and a kiss;
perhaps I just need to tell you all this.

~By Helene Kozinn

Do you know how much you mean to me?
As you grow into what you will be.
You came from within, from just beneath my heart.
It's there you'll always be, though your own life will now start.
You're growing so fast it sends me awhirl,
With misty eyes I ask, Where's my little girl?
I know sometimes to you I seem harsh and so unfair,
But one day you will see, I taught you well because I care.
The next few years will so quickly fly,
With laughter and joy, mixed with a few tears to cry.
As you begin your growth to womanhood, this fact you must know,
You'll always be my source of pride, no matter where you go.
You must stand up tall and proud, within you feel no fear,
For all you dreams and goals sit before you very near.
With God's love in your heart and the world by its tail,
You'll always be my winner, and victory will prevail.
For you this poem was written, with help from above,
To tell you in a rhythm of your Mother's heartfelt love!

~By Kay Theese

I have this little angel. For me she left her wings.
She has no idea how much happiness she truly brings.
She brightens up my days with her smiles and her laughs.
She helps me to remember all the blessings that I have.

Her face, it is so perfect, she's sweet and soft and pure.
Sometimes she can be willful and sometimes she is demure.
She tries her very hardest to please and do what's right.
She gives the greatest hugs from morning until night.

Every person that has known her sees this light within her soul
I know that in this whole great world, she has a special role.
She's helpful and considerate to everyone she knows
This light in her shines brighter as my angel grows.

When she sees someone is sad, it opens up her heart.
She wants to do all that she can; she wants to do her part.
She'll squeeze away the sorrow and make me forget about my pain.
She shows me where the sun is when we're hiding from the rain.

I know that God must love me, He showed me with His Grace
I knew just how completely when I saw my angel's face.
And in that very moment when she came into my world,
I knew that she was so much more than just my baby girl.

She would be my sunshine, with a sweetness that won't end.
And when she grows up one day she would be my closest friend.
She would be the reason I would always try my best.
For my little angel baby girl would be my greatest test.

When God entrusts to you an angel, who has left her wings for you.
Encircle her with love with everything you do.
Let her know God made her, and that He trusts you with her care.
Be sure to make time for special moments with her to share.

And when at night she finally says her prayers and goes to sleep
I Thank Him for my angel, and ask for him to always keep
A watchful eye and hand to protect her from this world.
Protect my little angel; protect my baby girl.

~By Tina M. Marascia

Oft I’ve felt that when it rains
I recall forgotten joys,
I recall moments lost,
I try to feel the touch,
That put back few strands
Of hair from my temple,
And lift my chin to ensure:
My eyes were tearless,
My expression fearless,
I recall the smile of love,
The twinkle of affection,
The squeeze of oneness,
I recall voices gone silent,
I recall the gas balloon
Dodging raindrops and soaring,
The paper-boats sinking
In the unstopping pitter-patter,
An unfortunate ant
Struggling for survival;
I can hear a voice calling me
From inside the house,
Warning me to be careful,
Not to get hurt;
But I, unheeded, putting my feet
Into the rushing stream,
Slipping and falling back;
Ah! that exhilarating feel
Of last raindrops
On my eager face,
The sight of a peerless rainbow
In my eyes wide-open;
That empathic shout,
I can still hear,
That hysteric rush,
I can still feel,
That agitated hand,
I can still see,
Her arm across my shoulder
And, I know she’s there
With me………….

~By Atul Chandra Sarkar