Poems and Songs
for Mothers
 
 
A PRECIOUS MOTHER

Mom You've given me so much,
Love from your heart and the warmth of your touch.
The gift of life and you're a friend to me.
We have a very special bond, which only comes from God ...
I'm sure you agree.

As a child I would say Mommy I Love You,
Now you're my Mother so dear
I love you even more with each and every new year.
If I could had chosen, I would have picked no other.
Than for you ... to be my lifelong friend and Precious Mother.

~ Author Unknown ~

 
 
A TREASURE FOR MOTHER

If I could give you diamonds, for each tear you cried for me.
If I could give you sapphires, for each truth you’ve helped me see.
If I could give you rubies, for the heartache that you’ve known
If I could give you pearls, for the wisdom that you’ve shown.

Then you’ll have a treasure, Mother, that would mount up to the skies;
That would almost match the sparkle in your kind and loving eyes.
But I have no pearls, no diamonds, Aa I’m sure you’re well aware
So I’ll give you gifts more precious
My devotion, love and care.

~ Author Unknown ~

 
 
MOTHER'S LOVE

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.

~ Author Unknown ~

 
 
WHAT IS A MOTHER?

A Mother has so many things to do,
From washing, ironing, cleaning to tying a shoe.
She scrubs, she mends, she cooks and sews,
She bathes the children and washes their clothes.
When they forget to wash their faces clean,
And their clothes are the muddiest you've ever seen,
Who repairs the clothes and scrubs them like new?
Of course, that is what a Mother will do.
Who becomes the doctor or the nurse when they are ill,
Applying a bandage or giving them a pill?
Who becomes a teacher when a child has homework?
She must never her duty shirk.
Who becomes a detective to find a toy or a book?
For missing things she must look and look?
Who becomes a listner to every heartache,
To every accompolishment that a child makes?
Who scolds their children when they are naughty,
Or remind them of God when they are to haughty?
Who tends her family with love and patience, too?
Of course that is what a Mother will do.

Author Unknown
 
 
A MOTHER

When you're a child she walks before you,
To set an example.
When you're a teenager she walks behind you
To be there should you need her.
When you're an adult she walks beside you
So that as two friends you can enjoy life together.

~ Author Unknown ~

 
 
AS I LOOK BACK

As I look back on my life
I find myself wondering ...

Did I remember to thank you
for all that you have done for me?
For all of the times you were by my side
to help me celebrate my successes
and accept my defeats?
Or for teaching me the value of hard work,
good judgement, courage, and honesty?
I wonder if I've ever thanked you for the simple things;
The laughter, smiles, and quiet times we've shared?

If I have forgotten to express my gratitude
For any of these things,
I am thanking you now
And I am hoping that you've known all along,
how very much you are loved and appreciated.

~ Author Unknown ~

 
 
And God Created Mothers
by Erma Bombeck

    When the Lord was creating mothers, He was into his sixth day of overtime, when the angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

    And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this one?  She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 180 moveable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that disappears when she stands up; a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair; and six pairs of hands."

    The angel shook his head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands ... no way."

    "It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."

    "That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

    The Lord nodded, "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows.  Another here, in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't, but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, 'I understand and I love you,' without so much as uttering a word."

    "Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, "Rest for now.  Tomorrow ....... "

    "I can't," said the Lord, "I'm so close to creating something close to Myself.  Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick, can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."

    The angel circled the model of the mother very slowly.  "She's too soft," he sighed.

    "But tough!" said the Lord excitedly, "You cannot imagine what the mother can do or endure."

    "Can she think?" asked the angel.

    "Not only think, but she can reason and compromise," said the Creator.

    Finally the angel bent over and ran his finger across the cheek.  "There's a leak," he pronounced.  "I told you, you were trying to put too much into this model."

    "It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."

    "What's it for?" asked the angel.

    "It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride," replied the Lord.

    "You're a genius," said the angel.

    The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there."

 
 
The song playing on this page is
THAT WONDERFUL MOTHER OF MINE

The moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of that wonderful mother of mine.
The birds never sing but a message they bring
Of that wonderful mother of mine.
Just to bring back the time, that was so sweet to me,
Just to bring back the days, when I sat on her knee.

(Refrain)
You are a wonderful mother, dear old Mother of mine.
You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart,
'Till the stars no longer shine.
Your soul shall live on forever,
On through the fields of time.
For there'll never be another to me,
Like that wonderful Mother of mine.

I pray ev'ry night to our Father above,
For that wonderful mother of mine.
I ask Him to keep her as long as He can
That wonderful mother of mine.
There are treasures on earth, that made life seem worthwhile,
But there's none can compare to my mother's smile.

(Refrain)
You are a wonderful mother, dear old Mother of mine.
You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart,
'Till the stars no longer shine.
Your soul shall live on forever,
On through the fields of time.
For there'll never be another to me,
Like that wonderful Mother of mine.

~ Clyde Hager ~

 
 
Songs for Mothers

Happy the Home When God is There Leave Me with My Mother A Dream of My Mother
and My Home
My Mother's Bible Tell Me of The Angels, Mother M-O-T-H-E-R
Mother's Day Thanks That Old-Fashioned Mother of Mine My Mother's Prayer
Oh Tell Me of My Mother I Remember Mom I Want a Girl
(just like the girl that married dear old Dad)

 
 
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