Happiness, like most things, comes from mothers.
An amniotic universe is rare.
Paradises aren’t found with others,
Perhaps because we must breathe our own air.
Yet even after paradise, we find
Mothers are a bath of warm affection.
Only mothers’ love is truly blind
To guarantee all errant souls protection.
However we find love, it can be only
Evanescences of memories
Retained from when we never could be lonely,
‘Ere we left our mother’s outsized knees.
So good it is to have that happiness
Designed to grace each subsequent caress,
All future love and joy to underlie,
Yearning backwards towards a mother’s sigh.
- Mothers Day Poetry Collection
For me, two mothers aren’t one too many: One’s for real, and one’s for other things. Remember: there are those who haven’t any, Missing their one chance at angel’s wings. You’re the one most free to mother me, Giving without worrying I’ll be spoiled. Often my real mother “has to see,” Dreading I might get my future soiled. More than just an aunt,
- Happy Mother’s Day Greetings
Happy Mother’s Day to a dear aunt, A refuge from conditions and demands, Perhaps because you have a different slant, Perhaps because your love is free of plans. Yet for whatever reason, you are there More simply and directly than the other, One with whom a child can always share The kinds of joys too carefree for a mother. Happiness can use a
- Happy Mothers Day Texts Poems
Happiness is like a sunny day: All one’s bitterness is drowned in light. Praise be the light, though it must pass away, Perhaps because compassion needs the night. Yet when one feels like swallowing barbed wire, More or less does nothing for the pain. Old memories return as if on fire, Tormenting one with unforgiving shame. How can I, who love you, come
- I feel you are to me a second mother
Even though just recently we’ve met, I feel you are to me a second mother. Sometimes between one person and another There is a strangely comfortable first fit. With you I feel just like a lonely moon Come to the attraction of an earth, Swinging gratefully across its girth As if possessed at last by love its own. With the adult need for
- Dear Mother, please don’t take away
Dear Mother, please don’t take away my baby. I’m young, alone, my husband is in jail. But there’s a wonder in what fortune may be Given us, though time its wisdom veil. Please help me be a mother much as you are By being but a mother once removed, As I become the daughter that I thus far Have never been, by