Hi I am new to this board and have a quick question.. Iam looking for some poems approprate for a wonderful mother. It is her 60th birthday and she loves poetry- Unfortunately I am not so well versed. Any suggestionswould be great!!!
just replace 'had' for 'have'
The Reading Mother
I had a Mother who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,
"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath.
I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has the right to know.
I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.
I had a Mother who read me things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings --
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be --
I had a Mother who read to me.
WHAT RULES THE WORLD
They say that man is mighty;
He governs the land and sea,
He wields a might scepter
O'er lesser powers that be.
But a mightier power and stronger
Man from his throne has hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
-- William Ross Wallace
FOR SUCH AS YOU, MOTHER
For such as you, I do believe,
Spirits their softest carpets weave,
And spread them out with gracious hand
Wherever you walk, wherever you stand.
For such as you, of scent and dew
Spirits their rarest nectar brew,
And where you sit and where you sup
Pour beauty's elixir in your cup.
For all day long, like other folk,
You bear the burden, wear the yoke,
And yet when I look into your eyes at eve
You are lovelier than ever, I do believe
-- Herman Hagedorn
Bartleby says that "Ann Taylor’s MY MTHER is the most often parodied poem ever written" -- and deservedly! But you might find a verse or two that you like:
by Ann Taylor
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush'd me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rock'd me that I should not cry?
Who sat and watch'd my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gaz'd upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should die?
Who drest my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
Ah! no, the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
When thou art feeble, old, and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
And when I see thee hang thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,
For God, who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in His eyes,
If I should ever dare despise,
Happy Mother's day Talia, and Desi.
Thank you! Actually, here in France it is next week.
Des milliers d’étoiles dans le ciel,
Des milliers d’oiseaux dans les arbres,
Des milliers de fleurs au jardin,
Des milliers d’abeilles sur les fleurs,
Des milliers de coquillages sur les plages,
Des milliers de poissons dans les mers
Et seulement, seulement, une mère.
How sweet of you!