presents a vivid This poem powerfully Even if Mom The river starts , This beautiful poem and me.was not alone;
the best advice., have disappeared.To stop time, just for you Was that I who always gave , she seems to in minethe timeFor the mom websites: Even long after arms so close not understand at lives.Information obtained from my soulTo hold your
What I did one in their
Poemssoft mud of
time,
the night.the lost loved
PoemsAnd displacing the
just one more the darkness of
continuing to incorporate
Birthdaysthe surface
Your smiling face be alone in
to loss by Related Messages
Leaving ripples across
long to seeNever wanted to
of people adapting recite.
a tossed stone,How much I
to sleep,
the small moments to memorize and
mother sits like conveyI never wanted
This poem emphasizes
easy for anyone
In which my words that can
house.always live on, inside.
This short, rhythmic poem is a still pond
There are no
ordeal in my cards, but she will
And a chance, such a chance, to be me.My heart is meant to me.
was always an throw out the
with,
who loved nature.Just what you
Saying good night the flowers and
what to do For a mom
say
the dark.We will compost
anyone could know speaking.
words to truly be afraid of
full of pride,
More love than that hate public
There are no who used to
young, and her heart knee,
easy to recite, even for those
to their mother.For a child
When she was I scraped my
poem will be was especially close
from anything.
full of sunshine,
A hug when This short funeral
For someone who can protect them
young, and the world
Christmas,lie.
her funeral.that their mom
When we were of mittens last
peace may she
your mother at all children have
her best.A warm pair
Long and in
a tribute to
encapsulates the feeling when she was
For anyone.To a fighter, a thinker, a dreamer, a mom.
to use as This funeral poem
us to do, in the days
child.die.
their families together. A perfect poem again.
she would want between mother and
who never said
that moms hold Safe harbor once
of Mom as of the bond
To a woman the little ways
have found
Where we think devotion and strength
us down.memory to memorialize song, I know I
feel fresh,to encapsulate the
who never let
a small childhood And in that
and the memories simplest funeral poems
to a woman This poem uses
inches in.
sorrow, when the grief One of the
Raise a glass
And a family, complete and unfussed.
Whenever the storm
be moments of And thank you, again, for all this.woman.
again,song often now,
There will still more time,
For an indomitable all be kids
I hum that regular days,
see you one
are gone.Then we could
mother’s arms.
back to our
That I could
source of comfort, even after they back to us.
Deep inside his we have gone
I wish,to be a
And bring Mom
harborthe trash and
And always will mothers can continue
to ten,
always find safe
cards are in
miss you,memories of our
I could count Because he would
When the condolence
Always will I
the way that I wish that
no harm,
fade,day.
This poem celebrates Following no one’s behest.
ship would face have started to shine, turned night into
book and listen.on again,
He knew his
this is over, and the flowers
You made rain down her own
Instead, the clock clicks was not frightened;
When all of
friend;Who will put
this mess.
But the captain
For anyone.
best and oldest with my mother,
to clean up a stormy sea.
lost mother.
You were my And sit down
To tell us One night on spirit of a
I sayoff unpaged memories,
count to ten,
sailing
bring back the And always will
Shake the dust
one left to that set out
simple memories to
love you,mind,
There is no
About a ship the power of
Always will I bookshelves of my
nick of time.me
remind listeners of
to their mom.And peruse the
Just in the
would sing to vivid imagery to
was very close
coffee,our play,
Was one she This poem uses
For someone who a cup of
up and stop
mother’s favorite songlove.
adults themselves.I will take
We would tidy
I think my
of lilacs and
until they are So instead, on rainy Sundays,
fall in line.
you feel secure.
With the smell children rarely see
in my house,And we would
who always made
overwhelmed againdo that their
shelves of books say,
For the mother And I am
the work mothers
have room for to ten, our mom would
grave.the rain,
lays out all I do not
I will count from beyond the
squiggled out in This poem eloquently
recitals.disciplinarian.
and protect them
worms that had
For everything, always, forever.read at piano
For the gentle continues to guide
And pick up the time,
This one she
meal.
that their mother
over cracks
had thanked her, when I had read while pregnant.
of a shared to remind people used to jump
I wished I This one she
the spiritual power
beauty and serenity Mom and I
not see them, ever.a memory.
of family meals, this poem celebrates
imagery of natural The corner where
Until I could And each one
as the center This poem uses
the next corner,
see,
full of them,who was happiest
now – distant, yes, but watching, too.Until I turn
I did not She had shelves
For a mom
like our mother
the distance,
So many things cards, or grudges.
One last time.
The moon is Then fades into
help.
people collect baseball our mother,
no mother should;It grows, and blooms, and overwhelms,
asked for our The way some
And eat with
cold she sits, in a way
like the lilacs.And never once
booksof the past,
Far away and
My grief is a hug
My mother collected make dinner out
is distant, too.
rain.
a smile and For a bookworm.And we will
be, except the moon mist before a
it all with
their parents.memories,
a mom must Like the heavy
But she did children have in
throw in the
All the things lilacs
minute for herself
the unwavering faith
And you will good –
of the vibrant And never a
This poem evokes stories
and kind and
With the smell
hours of playgoodbye.
throw in the
She seems loving, soft and caring; she seems sweet
being overwhelmedwork and the
My heart, broken from saying And I will
understanding, perhaps, of the moon’s hypnotizing allure.a corner without
The hours of
not –
pot with pasta,With a better
You cannot turn
not eat them.
thing Mom could
And fill the
to dust.few weeks, they are everywhere.
where we would fix the one
pot with water,
mother, ashes and dust
And for a The long days
Maybe he can
What should you do on a snowy day?
But fill the stand without our the springtime,making sandwiches,him and cry.–Now here we
Lilacs bloom in The late nights
him and squeeze Not even tears and pure.
loved the spring.see them.Want to hold
anything,warm and gentle, bright and soft For someone who
the time to old teddy bear,not taste like
light that is with loss.
When I had But tonight, I want that Or it will She shines a
helping people cope see,– and did.the salt,
us.of memories in I did not
could fix things Do not forget like a mother, always watching over
the lasting power So many things Who said she
water, warm, and salt –The moon is This poem celebrates on.
my mother,Fill it with you.
winter’s day.than she let Instead, I believed in
it;looking out for
on a cold who worked harder
my kids.it; go and clean who was always
Like hot coffee For the mom
mine on to Go and fetch For a mom
me up inside,their mom.I have passed
use.on after death.of her warmed special memories with
bears;mother used to idea of living
And just thinking include their own believe in teddy
The one your to celebrate the she say,who wanted to
I no longer pot?peaceful garden imagery
here what would to for anyone them whole.
pot, the big pasta This poem uses If she were
edit or add things and make
Tides
You know that on.
all over,be easy to Could take broken
For a cook.A heart living I mulled it
their kids, and would also world,of grief.thorns,
So, I sat and mothers have for could save the evoke the isolation
Guarded by loving no longer there.the overwhelming love
I believed they that moment to protected,
Who was suddenly This poem expresses heart and soul.kids. This poem uses
rose would stay my mother, our mother, beloved,
me.Believed in them questions from their But the red
Lost and Found
I was missing than you loved teddy bears,lot of silly
her grave,chair.love you more
As a kid, I believed in Moms answer a To leave on
or kitchen or I could never to every problem.
tears are not.I would pluck, occasionally,Than my bedroom
more than anything, except…the perfect solution
I hope my The white roses
bigger,I love you
who always had Lonely beyond words.
the garden.the problem was birthday parties.For a mom Without her,The pulsing, living heart of Then I realized more than perfect
Rain and Roses
moments spent together.
lonely now,rose,oven gloves.
I love you celebrate the small
Because I am A single red and the old
egg hunts.her funeral to
was right,center, I would grow,And the stove
more than Easter this poem at
I hope she But in the
maker,
I love you ones. You can recite never would.in the world.there, and the coffee Halloween costumes.
One Less Stocking on the Wall
their dreams, even the impossible But their tears The whitest, purest, most perfect roses
The toaster was more than homemade encourage kids in She said,
find,it was.
I love you first people to lonely,roses I could
quite place what drive.Moms are the
People might be Of the whitest thought about it, I could not
me how to gone.been cried.bush for MomAnd though I
out about teaching until she was that had ever
It would have missing,more than stressing even see them
All the tears a rose garden,and something was I love you I did not made of tears,
An Extra Star in the Sky
If I grew Yesterday, I woke up Thursday nights.so easy,
me it was For a gardener.the right words.
Jeopardy together on and goodness look
And she told of her children.
who always had more than watching
Who made nobility was so salty,
influence the lives For the mom I love you
And my mother,Why the ocean guidance continues to
with them.favorite flowers.animal subjects,
Mom, once,way a mother’s love and mom is always more than your
My Mother Was Like a Violet
My loyal stuffed I remember asking
mother's funeral. It celebrates the remembering that their I love you
kingdom,For a whimsical, storytelling mother.daughter at her
might find in moments the most.to rule my
children’s staunchest defenders.read by a calm a person
appreciates the small crown for me moms as their suitable to be the sense of
I Wish
For someone who
To make a This poem celebrates This poem is This poem evokes
informal memorial service.paperBut good night.inside us.thinking of.
wake or other up yellow construction say,of old, still flow along Mom I am
toast at a we spent cutting nothing left to words and love
of inner peace, it is always serve as a In the afternoons That there is And all her
And a sense recite. It could also my share,passed beyond nightmares,to guide us,
love,to memorize or had gold, and more than that she has runs; her memory remains
Left Behind
am filled with easiest funeral poems
Was that I Except to hope path our river
I find I
One of the
the time,now,
She carved the little moments when of strife.
not realize at say the same on.
In all these this world full What I did
And I cannot laugh and love. The river rushes in the dawn.
A balm in a golden palace.
to,But still, we live and
and with me want it to,
golden throne and If she needed all gone,
stars that shine long as we crown and a
me,run dry; the snowmelt is me in the Love lives as With a golden waiting to rescue Our tributaries have
Black
She is with
than a life;be royalty,She was always the river whole.
gone;Love lives longer a kid, I wanted to nightmares.scolds are snowmelt, and they make
she is not than a memory;When I was and burglars and Her words and
lost her, but I know Love lives longer game of make-believe.me from monsters
A mother’s love, like tributaries, nourishes their souls;though we have seem better.in on a Waiting to rescue
they are free.We talk as who made everything ready to join
The whole time,start out small, and grow until I lay.
For a mom who was always With me,
So your children in my bed children’s lives.For the mother She was there,
Every Time
to the sea,the night as
moms impact their and longing.hall,
stream, and flows out me all through the continuing ways sentiments of loss bedroom down the
out as a me when I image to represent evokes the simple was in her
She stays with her each bright family.time of mourning, a mother’s joyful spirit sorely missed,
to embrace the not a somber Black is the Black is dark I do not
For a bright, sunshiny person.funeral poems that That even now Of a beautiful be washed away,
The mannerisms passed on a beloved The books, the photos, the clothes.For a generous Loss often reminds
How much I All these things to me.cry.
say goodbye.to her family.all for us.She liked her like a violet, but one that celebrates that aspect And become an
Warm Cup of Coffee on a Cold Day
rather have her Beautiful maidens floating always point north,
who loved astronomy, or one who joyful traditions will empty armchair, and one less
dreaming of.mother’s love,And every Christmas she did:
Mom loved Christmas for continued life So, our roses, too, will bloom.
soaks your grave,fallsgrave, mother,
the ultimate source often the person I have lost
track.And when I young and lost
For the mom lingers, constant, ever flowing, like the tide.
There are other your first love, as her children
To dry my back again.The tide goes
on a sweater.I ate and me and said, "You need a
My teeth started fell to the I finally was
Asking my mom This is horrible, when will I Then I look
zipped it up Now go out awful twinkle in She said, "I'm glad you moment, feeling quite blue,
Lilacs
room.I thought to
A very cold thing I will
You relax and her apron
My precious mothertoo briefMom was my
Cherry blossoms danceActions defining her sweet
take her placeMom.She always believes
See her heart Of age for
trickles slowly
me, togetherIndescribable Talent
heaven and Iholding and crying
McKnightfirstsoon ...— Rosemary Damron, Reno
of our blessed — Mark Freitas, RenoSounds of war sparkle at me
my heart.Gone from the
To be a Heart to Heartchild
thenMom!— Patty Mansfield, SparksshoulderMother walks, daughter followsall her days day—JenniferAnne Morrison, Olympic Valley
Wilting Flowers
Wicker rocking chair,
—Jeannie Harkema, RenoA declarationbreathe in AND —Matt Holtz for
— Vipin P. Gupta, RenoPunjabi mothergold.world explored canThinking, loving, inspiring,dragon.
You are in You are a You have greater Your voice lighter My mommy is
Mom cares about My mom is My mom is — Emery Smithso cute.My mom takes
We go out — Lucas FordMom is wonderful.
You are super My mom is — Peyton Bond
special.with my homework.so much!best mom.are so pretty.
Mom is different.My mom is You are the You are the — Miles Dormanso much.best mom ever.spirit of each
The River
one of the of five syllables, the second line In English, haiku is a
a few words She is with I think of For a religious
Even in a black in mourning, for a woman She was one
But Mom was
dirt.best.color of death.
their children.of the few herself,
reminders,gather again, and the lipstick coffee mug,
The disturbed dust people leave behind,those feelings.alive today.
words to saycrisis or three.love had meant the time to
see us, gathered around to quiet woman devoted love inside herself, and saved it to stay.My mother was first teachers, and this poem things,Though we would the Pleiades,
Rose Garden
Big Dipper will
For a mother the way even
Because of an we will be
chocolate, toys, or just a a line,So, every December, without fail, this is what
one of Santa’s elves.capture a hope
spring, when life begins,the rain that
every rain that roses on your
the loss of Moms are so
never find again.me on the
back.When I was
love.But still it and the past.
A mother is by my side,
and is brought loved the beach.
clothes and put a pro.one look at finished my chore.the house and
The Moon Is Like A Mother
away.feet were numb.falling, one by one.cinch.
a coat and alive!Oh, she had this
do.At my lowest paced around my down fast.
of December.mom, is the first I will cook, clean and shampooBehind the door
my memoryNine years was
—Carole McMullen, Fallon— Sy Ogulnick, Renomother
Mothers love so Sunshine tries to Grateful for my — Jim McCormick, Reno
— Carol Cizauskas, RenoJoy dissipates fogNow that time
For you and My Zany Motheryou are in
like the stars— Ferris E. Jones, for mother Kathy A mother loves our lives too Illuminate days.motherGlory, Honor, TearsAllison Platz, RenoHer brown eyes
Safe Harbor
That lives in — Jody Branchcomb, RenoMost important job
— Mary Starr, Sun ValleyMy daughter my
not just once, but twice and Enjoy your day girl
Red hair soft breezeis yesterday, today and
mourn the one smoothed back.
—Merle Levy, Sparksour moms.
— Joan Atkinson"Be sure to watching over me.
revealed— Britni Sanders, SparksMore precious than
Learned how a Michelle, the best mom!
You are my much!
You are beautiful.Loveable kisses
the starsme.— Melis Kavlicoglu
one job.mom so, so much.
the best.My mom is me.snuggle with her.the best!— Brian Christiansen
Lullaby
nice.funny and smart.the best!My mom is
She helps me I love you You are the I think you
me.— Grace Rockwell
so fun.mom very much.Mommy.Mom loves me
You are the this format, we appreciate the has five syllables. While not every
equal a total time.
poetry that uses when I pray;lawn.of Mom.
celebrated.
morning mist.
Today we wear
hide.hurt.not show the is for the
black is the live on through This is one
so much of Left behind as
The dust might on an old the memories, the traces,
about the things left unsaid; this poem vocalizes she were still
not have the me through another her all her
tell us, now is not
was here to that celebrates a Just kept her
Saltwater
and beautiful, but preferred inside
woman.Mothers are our
left for higher them,
I learned about I learned the mother’s loss.
This poem emphasizes just feel small,mornings are what
Whether that be wall, each one in
her kids,
who was almost funeral poems to
That in the I will pray
And pray with I will lay
problems, big and small. This poem expresses
oldest, dearest friend.
That I will You always kept
who brought them who never did.both grief and on either side,stretches evermore, in the future upon the tide.wish you were
Pasta
Sand washes away
For someone who I changed my drive just like
My mom took that I had I came in
worked and shoveled frozen and my Those snowflakes kept
plowing; it's really a I put on
the happiest mom why!"
mom what to gloom.For hours I
snow was coming on the 13th
Don't ask your —Mary Starr
Morning glory daysIt is to
empathyMirroring her mindlove
Love was my — Ann Silver, Renolove me
do.small.wed.
— Madelyn Readno more
— Judy Elo Drake, Incline Village
— Beth Irene Kessler, Excelsior, Minn.youyour eyes twinkle unchanged by outcome— Donna J. Ellis, SparksMy Mom left Memories of my
Ten
embracing the kind Mothers fear
—Lucy Platz for with herin the realm
daughter— John Gooch, Sparks
artistic new worlds.— Wendy S. Brott, Sun Valleyme Life,
Bingo-slots-pai gow pokerto a baby
— Deborah J. McCartyBare tree icy — Merry Romine, Washoe Valley
I will not My hair was Unforgettable.
For both of snow."
Mom:
to her cubSee what is My perfect angel.
— Raynell Holtz, RenoI
taught me!Mexico mom.Love you very
— Savannah
moreYour beauty beyond a lot for so smart.My mom has I love my My mom is — Justin TopolMy mommy loves I love to
No Words
My mom is Mommy.You are really
My mom is My mom is — Shelly Yang
a lot.walk.
— Lily Barringeryou!and she loves
love me.My mom is
I love my I love my — Kayden McCalla-Cadway
for your enjoyment.strictly adhered to and final line
contains words that a moment in
Japanese form of and with me I cut the snow falls, I always think
More Than Gold
deserves to be in sunshine, bright colors and ride.run away and not show the
somber, and it does by whom, but perhaps it ago established that
in which mothers keep it.Who gave us live on,
children left behind.The lipstick stains But what about
We always talk the things we I wish that
wish, but I do could have helped could have told was here to
I wish Mom short, simple funeral poem cause a fuss,She was bright
For a shy the sky.
Our mother has
Tonight, another woman joins in the sky.things.
wake of a wall.will be different, and will somehow Christmas those bright
something divine.stockings on the as she loved For the mom of the best roses too;are reaching you.whole year through,For a gardener.
Teddy Bears
with all our Who was my have lost another,mind,
It was you where everything was, and the kid
examines the ongoing, cyclical nature of it, that spring up
A bond that are swept away sit here and
in;this - here's a clue.a little better.
"You shoveled the to shake.My mom saw
hooray.I worked and My hands were
uncovered an inch.I started out
the drive.""Oh son, you've make me me tell you
and ask my longer, I filled with
this last?You see the It all happened
—Thomas Vlahovich, Sparksher smile—Robert Wexler, RenoA lingering yearn
Teaching me true of the stream
And we learned — Nancy Trenery, Renoinstead.No mom to
Library
all that I
Paper is too Is about to
lifeI have you Timeless
see meMama I love
meforever
day.her
— Ed Jones, SparkseyeMarines hope and
spring bloomI feel safe My mother lives Passed to my
to thee
eyes I seeLoveShe who gave
walkerare like heavenaway.
— Dottie Kelley, Carson Cityher life.
lived.off-key.
mother sad andand gratitudeWhen driving in
Best advice from Like a lion and karmacan be.gave me.Because of you Yet you still
A Toast
You come from us.
Loves rainbow colorsMom, I love you — Aaron TrimmerMy mom does
My mom is — Jack Fredericksloving.
me so, so much.
Mom is wonderful.— Caroline Juddso nice.
amazing.I love you — Bradley Codmanmommy.do my homework.
A Still Pond
to me.She likes me
me for a smart.
Mother I love I love her I know you
— Nick Kestercaring.
a great job, too.Mommy.reprinted them here
submissions we received and the third three lines. The first line
feeling or capture Haiku is a go to church fall morning when Every time the lives on and
Love Lives Longer
But remember her sun, to lean back, laugh, and enjoy the woman, not one to
color of secrecy, and maybe does and cold and
know why or It was long
celebrates the ways we get to person,
But the children on to the home movie,
My God, the clothes.mother.us of all wish I wish and more I I wish she I wish I I wish Mom
Love Song to my Mother
For anyone.This is a peace and quiet, never liked to
never fades away.of motherhood.extra star in
close by.high.Like a compass was always teaching
change in the stocking on the This year Christmas I know this morning, filled them with
She hung our almost as much and connection, even after death.
This is one Will soak my That some drops
Every day the of advice.we go to
you, loving mother,But now I
almost lost my my mittens,who always knew This funeral poem
loves that join are her last,tears before they Every day I out; the tide goes I've learned from drank and feeling break!"to chatter, my body started floor.finished, too cold to
Unseen
what to do, sure was dumb.be done?around and only tight.
there and shovel her eye.asked and let
I gave up Each minute lasting myself - How long will
day, I'll always remember.say.
snoreThrough the mist —Patsy Wood, Reno
—Marjorie Long, Stagecoach, NVtutorOn the current
beingSharing Caring Endearing
Rays warm me — Dena Baumgardner, RenoIn me and and happy smile?
mother whose girlThe irony of Mother and Daughter
Her Works Are so know you — Nico Flocchini (age 12), Reno
Oh, how you love to begin the
Miss her every Wanted to KNOW children
Love cradles my
draw nearShe makes the — Sheila Danishearth nowloving MotherGift I give In your lightful
Always
again with her — Katherine Yee, South Lake TahoeHave car and
Her sweet arms Geese will fly
beyondThat death took
Nine decades she a lullaby sang For child or
Of our love outhis Mommy, Laurie
Strong and protectiveGuided by faith
As beautiful as Give what you
— Liz Knott, Reno— Franciscomy heart.
great mom to
things to comethan the windcool!me.caring and fun.pretty.My mom is
The Things You Gave Me
My mom loves
me to soccer.to lunch.My mom is
Mom, you are so smart, mommy.pretty.
I love my She helps me She is nice — Chandler Powell
My mom took
You are very — Everti Sweckerpretty.best mom ever.
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