Mother Son Poems | Examples of Mother Son Poetry

Have you ever thought about the raising of Cain? Where did that boy get a rage so completely insane that he ended up murdering his younger brother? Did he learn this rage from his father and mother, who must've been in deep, psychological pain for having caused Eden to go down the drain. ...

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What is a mother? Is it birth? In a way, for that is the Earth, the need to seed, to procreate that is, our natures obligate. Is that a mother’s duties done; that’s all. I’m through. I have a son. It was and is, and was again, ignorant to the silent pain; never knew quite how to mother; left it to a father’s other; appearing...

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A mother's arms will make a boy feel warm. Without her, the world would be strange and cold. She keeps her darling safe from fear and harm and offers him a loving hand to hold. She watches over him where he may go and always holds him tightly to her breast. She shields him when the winds...

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My sweetness, from you, my first meal, Exclusively for six. And for many more months after~ The grub that made me tick. You'd go hungry for me to eat. Still my tum begs for more What yours for days has been denied, For hunger there to roar. Empty tummy twirls blank your eyes, Then you fall down and faint. Still you rise just to find...

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The End is How it Ends The end is how it ends and if it doesn’t we haven’t gotten there yet As I sit here and the window open and the church bells toll It’s a reminder that your spirit is lingering and with me I have watched your torment as we lowered the casket of your first...

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A sonnet by this arrant bard, an other, whose sole half-brother, a real piece of work, and single parent (mother like no other!), together were no warm nor loving perk. In her heart, mother disowned me in life. My younger half-brother begrudged my...

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Rejection chain reaction New Born Male Child A babe suffering during while A Mother who wanted her son to die Heaven’s intervention rise The new born experienced Asthma, Yellow Jaundice and Malnutrition The birth weight way below normal circumstances Life surrounding was uncertain Doctors are given up hope Assurance was no cope Doctors calculated that the babe will only live to 7 in longevity They...

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As I look out the window at my three boys, I hear all the racket, I hear all the noise. They’re playing with tractors in the dirt. They’re playing barefoot, no pants, no shirt. It’s fun to watch them and their imaginations, the smile on their face, the exhilaration. They don’t need expensive toys to do the trick,...

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It is quite common to kiss 'ouchys' on those wee. At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy. I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see. Soon, he called out with words that completely shook me, "Mom, it washed red and sore, please come kiss my pee-pee." Shopping, strolling him down the grocery store aisle where female...

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Adored sister, dry the warm tears flowing from these gleaming eyes: let them dazzle more than jewels: they are dedicated to all sweet mothers who live for their sons, unlikely fathers whose role is to teach them harsh lessons! Dad was a shameless womanizer, he demanded faithfulness from mother and discipline from us; he rarely smiled and hugged us in needy times: we looked...

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“I Am Woman” From her loins A seed grows, Tenderly cared, Straight and tall, The future, hers to give. Oh, Great Bearer of Life, Queen of Destiny, What is it you demand of thee? Please, articulate your gift to me. My honor, indeed. I deplore you do not know. How blind you are. I grew the...

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The Miss I’ll miss you, A Truth, I’ve always missed you. An opening act, blurred by time and a feeble mind Hugs, homework, and the happiest place on earth I miss your true smile Then, the split, a beginning, An arduous odyssey filled with glimpses and occasions Apartments, husbands, and cars. I miss...

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Triumphant amidst cheerful glow Exuding joy, devoid of woe Hopeful in his radiant zest… He’s our special child, indeed blest. Contagious in his laughter’s mirth Ringing with peace, yon treasure’s worth Soothing hearts against grievous test… He’s our special child, indeed blest. Prim and proper for hygiene gain Marching on cleanliness-terrain Showing glamor in grooming’s best… He’s our special child, indeed blest. Prayerful and...

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Give me the ministerial seat I labored months to breed kings, Fingers cramped to feed queens, With a long list of wishes to fulfill. Give me the ministerial seat I wept in secret, And smiled with no morsel in my belly. I became all— even god. Give me the ministerial...

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Cenotaph Memories And silence fell around the stone buildings, As thousands gathered to remember And some to forget, friends and family lost, No longer there to support, Every heartbeat, a tear through time, Every tear drop, a rip across the universe, And thousands gathered at the Cenotaph, Just to remember, give thanks, and live; Johnny left in thirty-nine, France is where he died, Fred departed...

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