Today, since we do speak of mothers so,
I’d like to talk about my own kind mum,
who’s always been there for me, day by day.
For when I cried, she held me in her arms;
and when I laughed, she laughed along with me;
and when I felt like going ‘way, she made me stay;
and when I hurt myself, she felt the pain;
and when I failed to breathe; she gave me air;
I thank you mum, for all the love you gave.
And what annoys me most about some men,
is how they treat their mum like utter trash,
despite the love these mums give to their sons.
My father always used to say to me,
that you can judge the content of a man
by how he tends to treat his loving mum.
And let me tell you, fellow study mates:
no girl will love you like your mother does,
when flowers cease to rise like apple suns.
Author notes
Written in iambic pentameter. Rhyme scheme: abcdecfgc
A contest entry
- Mothers Day Poetry Quickie by swim.x.
400 points, ended May 12, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Dedications (OurGoldenYearsGroup) by misticmoonlite.
700 points, ended May 14, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Moms are always to be there,and no matter what, they are in one way or other,thank you for this entry, good luck
Linda
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Cool! Very true!
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