To A Daisy

Daisies tall, yet demure, along our way,
With golden eyes they peep from lacy frills.
Profusely, along the roadside they sway,
A white moving sea of petals still thrill
My senses as they did in days of yore,
When we wandered down English country lanes
And felt the urge to bunch them by the score
To grace country sills and bare windowpanes.
This humble flower a favourite true,
My dear-departed mother bore its name.
She wore its sweet characteristics too,
Upstanding, honest, never seeking fame.
When I see daisies tall beckoning me,
It’s the face of my dear mother I see.

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The Other 9 Top 10 Poems...

A Mothering Sunday Poem

It is hard to find the words to say
How much you mean to me,
But if it wasn’t for your love and care
I don’t know where I’d be.
You put up with my eccentricities
And vegetarian habits,
You let me dance and learn the flute
And you looked after my rabbits.
You take me where I need to go
And welcome all my friends,
And though I sometimes make mistakes
Your kindness never ends.
This day is for letting mothers know
How loved they really are,
But there are not enough hours in the day
Not enough by far.
‘Thank you’ doesn’t fit the bill
There’s so much more to say,
But I want you to know that I’m grateful
Each and every day.

Hannah Pay

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My Hidden Shadow

I don’t remember the day you bought me into this world.
I don’t remember your joy at my first smile,
Or your anxiety at my first scraped knee.
I don’t remember you working your fingers to the bone,
Just to keep me in clothing and well-fed.
I don’t remember you crying after my first day of school
That curious mixture of sorrow and pride at seeing my independence.
I don’t remember the times you fought in secret
Not to show me the pain in your marriage
That natural amnesia of the child mind.
I wasn’t there to see you cry after leaving me at uni,
Or the times when you did not hear from me for weeks,
Worried that something had befallen your eldest
Mere months after I had flown the nest.
But you have always been there hidden in my shadow,
A constant presence to protect and nurture
Asking nothing in return just content to see me happy,
So here I tell you all that thank yous have been left unsaid.
I know at times I have appeared ungrateful and thrown your losses
back in your face,
But I never meant the harsh words I uttered
Spoken in anger and in haste.
Words cannot say how I love you Mum
And just how much I owe,
Please know that I’ll always be there for you too,
In the high times and the low.

Kyra Reynolds

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Looking For Someone Left Behind (Mother)

Was it the Beatles or the Stones?
You listened to when alone
A sixties childhood taken
Before you’d ever grown

Was your hair long or short?
Your eyes brown or blue?
So many answers I need to know
So many tears you never knew.

Too many secrets kept us apart
Too many lies held us back
Maybe the best of intentions
But I can’t ever leave this track

Photo albums bulging with memories
None you’ve ever seen
Cuts and bruises, grazes and scars
Many remain unhealed

We’ve never talked, never met
Never hugged, never laughed
No new years, no holiday snaps
No picture for an epitaph

Is it wrong I need to see your face?
There’s no bitterness, no anger
Is it wrong I need you to see me?
Take this love from this stranger.

Johnny Wallman

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White Lies As Life Savers

When I was still young
if ever I went out into the sun
for more than five minutes
I would get covered in freckles.
I hated it.
But me mum used to say,
‘The sun loves you
all those freckles are just the sun’s kisses.’

Then older,
when I got hay fever
and spent all day cursing and sneezing,
me mum in believable tones would say,
‘All the little pollen bugs
have just got news of you from the sun
and are after their piece of the action.’

I’ve got a lot to thank me mum for.

For now when I see you turning,
and your back shouts goodbye in a way words cannot
I know the tears streaming down my face
are really only there
because tired of being trapped inside
they were bursting to kiss my cheeks.

Steve France

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My Dearest Mum

Mother you were the nicest, you were always there for me
You sung me nursery rhymes as you bounced me on your knee
You did everything that you could for me then left me on my own
The angels wanted you with them so they came and took you home
No one could ask more from their mum than what you did for me
Every day you gave me time, our closeness all could see
You cuddled and cherished me as a mother always does
Supported me in everything and often gave me a shove
You wiped my tears when I cried and laughed at all my ways
I reminded you of you when you were in your youthful days
I know I tried you with my moments as every child does
When life can get too much to bear in all the tear and rush
But you were there for me whenever I needed you
Sadly I never told you just how much I loved you too
And now it is too late, for your arms I can no longer feel
I should have told you when I could that my love for you was real.

Margaret Ward

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To My Mum

If I could choose someone to be my friend I’d choose you
And haven’t I been doubly blessed that you’re my mother too!

When the world seems too much to bear
And I need someone to lighten my load
You always see some goodness or way out, no matter what the road

You offer me the best advice and a sympathetic ear
You’re practical and comforting that’s why I hold you dear

You’re the first one with the tissues
First one with champagne
I hope you’ll never ever change
And always stay the same

I haven’t been the best of daughters
I haven’t always done as you taught us

But you gave me the freedom to learn from my mistakes
And I had the chance to turn around just before it was too late

I just want to finish with a very special prayer
I hope love and happiness will be with you everywhere.

Joanne Traylor Green

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Sent To Try Us

‘Some things are sent to try us’,
My mother would explain.
Like when the chain came off my bike
And wouldn’t go on again.
Or when my father came home late,
Much the worse for drink.
When kids were swinging on the gate
Or the telly went on the blink.
Life’s ups and downs, took in her stride,
She boldly saw them through
And guided us through life’s rough ride
Until, at last we grew.
And then we threw it all away,
As if we’d never learnt.
Some things are sent to try us -
Oh how I wish they weren’t.

Del Isaacs

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Evening In Paris

I found a little bottle
Silver on midnight blue
And though the scent had long since gone
There was a slight perfume of you.

It carried me back to my childhood
When my head lay on your neck
And I pulled at your pearls, like an infant does
Not knowing that they might break.

But you never tutted or scolded
You just smiled in my wide-eyed face
Then kissed the curls that just peeped out
From a bonnet of soft white lace.

I will keep that bottle forever,
Treasured until the day that I die,
For it’s faint, sweet smell, like the distant sound
Of a mother’s lullaby.

Dawn Robson

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Loving Mum

Who held our hand when we were lost?
Told us winter stories about Jack Frost?
Or made each meal a special treat?
And cooked us our favourite sweet?

That first day at school, who cried first?
Whose eyes into tears did burst?
And then later, to greet us full of smiles?
Not showing any of motherhood’s trials?

Who quietly told us of the birds and bees?
Not the ones that fly in trees.
Prepared us for our adulthood life,
Warned us of joy, happiness and strife.

The day we left home as a husband or wife,
Who with a tear wished us a happy new life?
To remind us that in life there is fun,
And to never forget, our loving mum . . .

Alan J Morgan

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My Mother

Reminiscence mother (memories and talks)
My mother and I are not at all alike
She likes to wine and dine
I love to sit and gaze at the stars

She said when I was a baby
I was so delicate and fragile in her arms.
She says that I am smart and clever
Sometimes she says that I am foolish and a great pain in the rear side

She says that I never listen.
Never do as she advises
That as far as she could remember
I never really listened anyway,
That I need to change my ways

I am all grown up now
But my mother never changes
She talks to me the same way,
Much to my dismay.
I suppose I love my mother for her memory of me
I love my mother because she remembers when I was just a day old

My memories are filled with her face.
From the dreaded day I first went to kindergarten
Screaming her name as the nursery nurse
Gently pulled my trembling hand from hers,
Amid feeling of despair and abandonment.

And if life should pull her away from me,
If she should leave this Earth before me
And take those memories and talks with her,
Where else can I get them?

When she is an old lady
When she is delicate and fragile
I shall hold her in my arms.

Don’t you see?
She will always be a part of me.

So every day is blessed with her
To make this memory last forever.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Geoffrey Ike

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