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—Karl Fuchsthe children are 24) Roses are red
you with plenty in their times
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Mother, Summer, I
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everything is going You had rules,
come today?poem.
special place in and you feel well.will the wind
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you are hurt and your love
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grows up and on those days I was sick,
read my sonyour daily dose his mother happy. Even after he
be thereof me when
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Mother saidor not, we're sure that
irreplaceable. A son, in all possible
truedo.—Michael Shepherd
and blue violets a mother is
you is always was hard to
what a splendid of red roses
person in one’s life. The role of my love for
down to sleep
Mother To Son
nursed her for
The clear vowels Whitens and swallows
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its own slowI’m no more
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happiness
the leaves are
look is lost,
But when the summer day and
and most importantly…. I love youman.
to succeed even there’s nothing in there
through my struggles and believed in pain, suffering and cries.
in all that
Some Advice from A Mother to Her Married Son
even ’til this day give me a so special to
prayers would make Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!deepest sea,
love would follow If I were weep;—With your light
been only a song:sleep!
of yore;For with its over my forehead
gold,Rock me to soul and the yours:
mother-love ever has sleep, mother, – rock me to again.
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:Mother, O mother, my heart calls
Rock me to Weary of flinging
Take them, and give me I am so
Rock me to silver threads out
as of yore;
What Mother Means
for tonight!life and death.
dim the flameOf rhymes wherewith go and come.
not troublesome;heart is my
tomemy soul than
mother I knew
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Are mother to In setting my more than mother Therefore by that
Can find, among their burning Because I feel
My childhood’s needs are of wrong and
mother’s knee.brings to me;
If ever I Father in the
thy bed.And when I
stay,My Mother.
And would some care,
And if God very kind to
ever cease to and day,
My Mother.pretty how to
My Mother.Who gazed upon
sweet affection shed?watched my infant
And rock’d me that My Mother.
Super Mom
her arms to —Kelly Roper
This might be
For giving me I truly love.love
I’m proud of as a gift
my own little a strong name.
—Michele Meleenand loved
or a bird my sonout on a
If wishes were all over,
And let you isn’t any more
own womb.apart.
I chose to be your mother
it tooEvery single
Like no one one less second true,
hair is a I got from
That smattering of you tore through along my hairline
In your Daddy’ expensive saltwater tank,Those gray hairs
gray hairs to
Guiding Light Mom
hair when you they can only eleven!
sonthese iconic pairings
shine your light.
better than anyone of you
You might think allme ain’t been no
Don’t you fall Don’t you set
And sometimes goin’ in the darkBut all the up,
crystal stair.someone else,night I lay
all my life,notes;cat’s. The window square
from bed, cow-heavy and floralmoth-breathmirror to reflect
blankly as walls.
among the elements.fat gold watch.An autumn more
Emblems of perfect Am easier when
Her worried summer lurking there;
Holds up each you do,
boy into a She helps me mother special, you see,
her, she was always
She helped me She had confidence
What “Mother” Means
get me through and guided me
childher, she will always My mother is
I know whose down to me,
drowned in the I know whose
—Elizabeth Akers Allenwake or to loving embrace,
Womanhood’s years have listened your lullaby sleep, mother, – rock me to
the sweet visions the light;Let it drop
hair, just lighted with lids creep;—
From the sick Faithful, unselfish, and patient like
No love like
Mystery Mom
Rock me to for your presence
grown green,hollow, the base, the untrue,
reap;—and decay,—vain,—
the years!
keep;—Smooth the few to your heart
child again just
change and mortal fourscore years can a wreath
loadstar while I
I learnt love-lore that is To her whose
of love, and this my Was dearer to
dearer than the mother of myself; but you
youYou who are
“Mother,”
Mommy, I Love You
another,
—John Greenleaf Whittiergrown,
A child’s blind sense Myself beside my
A picture memory eyes,
For could our turn to watch
My Mother.shall be thy
it well?I fell,
shall reward they
cannot bear,
All You Are to Me
Who wast so
And can I
And love God’s holy book say?And taught me
should die?cry,And tears of
Who sat and sung sweet hushaby,prest?
And hush’d me in that you’re my boy.
heart with joy.good Lord above,And it’s a job How I define
—Michele Meleendayhere is done
I gave you up above.to feel safe
burning sunI’d wish for I blow mine —Kelly Roper
to do it you lifeAnd there simply
you in my can tear it
heart.I may not Sensing you feel
Verified love personifiedson
If it meant very well be
They say gray Is a souvenir
and destroy mission.They appeared when
Those gray hairs went fishing
each one.I owe my
I had brown and the sun,
whether you’re seven or like mother and moon and star,
and help you her sonbut I’ve seen more
kiss.I’ve seen it And life for
it’s kinder hard.back.And turnin’ corners,
Bare.And boards torn ain’t been no
betteras if to yet when last
I’d known her Your handful of
clean as a One cry, and I stumble All night your
that distills a Shadows our safety. We stand round Took its place
going like a bold, less rich, less clear:days appear
And summer-loving, none the lessSharpens the bird-abandoned air,Of grape-dark clouds are
storms,for all that
raising a young me.
I know, God made my
Whenever I needed tall.
through it all.she can to She supported me I was a
Whenever I need —Rudyard Kiplingand soul,
tears would come If I were Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
sleep!Never hereafter to
heart in a seemSince I last Rock me to
Haply will throng
eyes away from
Ah Mother And Son
of old;Come, let your brown
o’er my heavy away pain
abides and endures,—that are flown,
and so deep;—Long I tonight
the grass has Tired of the
for others to weary of dust
Toil without recompense, tears all in Backward, flow backward, O tide of
your loving watch of care,
Take me again Make me a
Of time and In you not I love you, Mother, I have woven
And she my Love, my Mother, on whose knee
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from meSonnets are full
wifeAnd thus are
Was but the heart of hearts, where Death installed
you—as that of
The angels, whispering to one I own.
a man gray My selfish moods, and know again
see—Ann Taylor
pleased or loving My Mother.
‘Twill be my away,
My healthy arm place to make
help me when I hope I
Ah, no! the thought I to thee,
My Mother.pray
I had to
Put Up With Me
gay,fear that I
sickness made me my cradle bed,
My Mother.
Who was it cheek sweet kisses breast,
I’m so glad
A Mother’s Prayer For You
Who fills my I thank the I’m a mother,
so truewhenever I’m wrong.
give me each as your work
Heavenand the angels
my sonlike the bright
to safeguard.in the yard,
son for me.If I had
woman who gave love,I had carried
And no one son in my
—Michele Meleenlove
II love you world,
And that may on the bride’s fancy gown.
Wonderful Mother
of my crownon a search
my beautician.still missing.
the time you how I got long.
—Michele Meleenlike the Earth We’re stuck together
We go together jelly,you life
A Mother knows all,to your first
My dear, sweet boyI’se still climbin’,
’Cause you finds So boy, don’t you turn And reachin’ landin’s,
the floor—
And splinters,Life for me I wish I’d known her saynight and day—Sylvia PlathtryYour mouth opens ear.wind’s hand.Than the cloud museum, your nakedness
cryLove set you A time less Too often summer son, though summer-bornAnd rains begin, and brittle frostIt out suspiciously, lest swarmsMy mother, who hates thunder
say thank you that she can,she wouldn’t do for the greatest person my father wasn’t there,me to stand the bad, she helped me She does what wildShe loves me, even from when just a friend.Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!damned of body I know whose Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!highest hill,sleep, mother, – rock me to my face,
Clasped to your soul it shall been longsweep;—moreShading my faint shoulders again as sleep!Slumber’s soft calms mother can charm No other worship Over my heart, in the days
Cute 'Roses Are Red' Poems:
silence so long and passionate pain,Many a summer sleep!Weary of sowing I have grown and of tears,—sleep!
Over my slumbers
forehead the furrows
the echoless shore,Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
transcends the lawshonoured name:
you love me, and because
my special dignity,
To my first
shall be
—Edgar Allan Poe
with which my
loved so dearly,My mother—my own mother, who died early,
And fill my long have called
None so devotional
above,
My mother’s chastening love But wiser now,gentle hand restrain
the years and
My Mother.
Look down with
sweet affection shed,
thy head,
soothe thy pains
feeble, old and grey,
Or kiss the Who ran to
to spare
My Mother?
Affectionate and kind wisdom’s pleasant way?infant lips to
And minded all
in clothes so
And wept for When pain and
When sleeping on cry?
Cheeky 'Roses Are Red' Jokes:
my open eye,And on my from her gentle you to knowsonwhen I wake,You’re the reason A mother’s dream come and forgive me I pray you come
who art from
life had begun
I’d wish for and free
for Mother Nature on a dandelion
again as the
family.I bless the
the seams with more even if
with you,But you’re my true
Nourishes your soul
You, I feel that
Only you and
—Kelly Roper
for all the
honor,
Where you hurled Growing right out
Like you were
I got from
those fish are
All came from
And I’ll remind you
But that didn’t last very
mother and son.fit
in heaven.what we are.
Peanut butter and
because I gave
knew.
you know it
kicks—Langston Hughes
For I’se still goin’, honey,steps
light.I’se been a-climbin’ on,
no carpet on in it,
Totally Silly 'Roses Are Red' Jokes:
Well, son, I’ll tell you:lady,I heard myself seven yearsrise like balloons.its dull stars. And now you nightgown.moves in my Effacement at the your mother
In a drafty
your footsoles, and your bald
—Philip Larkin
I can’t confront: I must await
gone
And I her
August weather breaksshakes
—Marcus Moore
To you mom, I want to
when it wasn’t an option, she does all
this world that My mom is
in life when
me and told
Times, the good and I tried.
and beyond, she said I’ll always be
hand.me, she’s more than
me whole,
If I were
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!me still,
hanged on the Rock me to
lashes just sweeping
dream.
Sing, then, and unto my
Mother, dear mother, the years have Lovingly, softly, its bright billows
sunny-edged shadows once
tonight,
Fall on your sleep, mother, – rock me to
world-weary brain.None like a
shone;
sleep!
Come from the Yet, with strong yearning
for you!
sleep, mother – rock me to
my soul-wealth away;
my childhood again!weary of toil
sleep, mother, – rock me to
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of my hair;Kiss from my Mother, come back from —Christina RossettiOf love, whose blessed glow to crown your And so because Whose service is heart’s quiet home,Has many sonnets: so here now its soul-life.By that infinity the one I Virginia’s spirit free.unto me,dear name I terms of love,that, in the Heavens better known.
pain.I feel her I look across could dare despiseskiesAnd tears of see thee hang And I will When thou art pretty story tell,My Mother.please my life
me,beAnd walk in Who taught my play.Who dress’d my doll my heavy eye,My Mother.headI should not When sleep forsook rest,Who fed me my day, but I want such a wonderful And every morning —Michele Meleenyou sonof lovepiece of heaven.Your kingdom will My son,
like man when in a tree.to be happy breezelike seedsI’d choose you come to our room.My heart’s bursting at I couldn’t love you create this bond by birth,Only a mother’s loveMoment I’m with
else
with you
But I wouldn’t trade them mom’s badge of that weddinggray you seethe neighbor’s gardenAre not highlights
And some of at my templesyou, my boy,were born,beWhen two things a match made can’t compare to —Michele Meleenever couldthan you ever right nowfrom your first crystal stair.now—down on the
