The Wonder of Mothers

Poems about Mothers from various authors

In the heavens above
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, amid their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “mother.”
—Edgar Allan Poe

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God could not be in every place
With loving hands to help erase
The teardrops from each baby’s face,
And so He thought of mother.

He could not send us here alone
And leave us to a fate unknown
Without providing for His own
The outstretched arms of mother. 
—George W. Wiseman

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The world has no such flower in any land,
And no such pearl in any gulf in the sea,
As any babe on any mother’s knee.
—Algernon Swinburne

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Your mother is always with you… 
She’s the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street. 
She’s the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks. 
She’s the cool hand on your brow
when you’re not well. 
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s crystallized in every teardrop. 
She’s the place you came from, 
your first home… 
She’s the map you follow
with every step that you take. 
She’s your first love
and your first heartbreak… 
and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space… 
Not even death… 
will ever separate you
from your mother… 
You carry her inside of you…
—Author unknown

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You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be--
I had a mother who read to me.
—Strickland Gillian

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If I were hung on highest hill, 
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! 
I know that your love would follow still, 
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were drown’d in deepest sea, 
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know that your tears would come down to me, 
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were lost of body and soul, 
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! 
I know that your prayers would make me whole, 
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! 
—Rudyard Kipling

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The sweetest flower that ever grew
Is mother love, so kind, so true;
Conceived in God’s infinite mind,
Placed in the breast of womankind.
Its buds in morning rich and rare,
At noonday blooms divinely fair;
When evening skies are red and gold
Its true magnificence doth unfold.
Its fragrance fills the earth and skies, 
It may be crushed, but never dies; 
The sweetest flower that ever grew
Is mother love, so kind, so true.
—Author unknown

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Who ran to help me, when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
—Ann Taylor

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Blessed be all mothers
Who have come into our lives
Whose kindness, care and loving
Remain with us to guide.
—Susan Kramer

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My prayer for you, mother   

Heavenly Father, 
Hold my precious mother close to Your heart as I hold her close to mine. 
Let her know today and every day how much I love her. 
Lord, comfort her mind and reassure her 
that her motherly care was everything I needed and wanted, and that I love her dearly.
Lord, comfort her body as she ages and grant her health and vitality as she goes through her days here on earth. 
Bring all good things to my mother, dear God, and bless her every day, in every way. 
In the name of Jesus I pray, amen.
—Author unknown

Excerpted from “The Wonder of Mothers” © Aurora Productions. Used with permission.