This is from our Mother's Day Page on the Blog, posted originally, Friday, May 10, 2019

Maricris Duran Cabrera, Dumaguete, Negros Oriental, Philippines

Love's Perception

Is there a better way to say thank you
There's no denying this girl, just a clue
Has a million words woven into rhymes
Little handprints to remind you at times.

Alone in this world; wretched, it's been long days
Deep sunken eyes shall have thriftless praise
Tumultuous wails in precious cradles
For your heart grew sodden with sparkle tears.

Over the years oh, for so many ways
Rekindling your failing light, fading gaze
It burns there oft on your day and night watch
Wasn't she the best when depressed at one glance?

Latter days bring love beyond perception
Your mind was full of thoughts and reflection
Now that we have grown tomorrow will be
A night away, love imbued e'er shall be.

© 2019 Maricris Cabrera

David W Palmer, Auburn, Washington, USA

soft,

I asked her why she was,

“God knew little boys needed comfort,

so he made their mommies like pillows.”

and you knew how to do just that.

© 2019 david w palmer

mom

one day in May is not enough

for every living breathing moment

you give love, hope, encouragement

for who I am and who I may become

© 2019 david w palmer

Arun Sharma, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

Though it may be Mother's Day
Which hadn't been hers
Can anyone say

I have no words
To encompass her magic
The day she left
Was the most tragic

I exist today
because of that icon
She can't be tied
To any word of lexicon.

© 2019 Arun Sharma

Rasma Raisters, Daytona Beach, Florida

Brightest Star

Yours was the first smile,
I saw in this world,
the first loving touch I felt.
We weathered life’s journey together,
your wisdom I did seek,
you laughing brown eyes,
shone with love.
Now I miss you, mama,
but the memories do shine,
I know you’re the brightest star,
In the heavens above –
shining your love down on me.

© 2019 R.Raisters

Iram "Kiean" Iradat, Karachi, Pakistan

Sweet,
As the wind blows
Over the softest petals
With the strongest fragrance

Strength
Of a deep rooted tree
None can shake
Sturdy in storm

Wise
As years of instilled knowledge
Raised in a garden of intellectuals
Gained from the years bygone

Dignity
Strength to succumb to none
Standing strong till the end
Toughfened of hurtful jibes and pain

Mom
You were the sun, the moon
The stars beaconing my blinded sight
It still shines the brightest

© 2019 kiean

Craig J. Burt, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA

She gave me life
Her love guides me
Taught me right from wrong
& encourages me to be the best I can be
Happy Mother's Day 
Sincere blessings to you always!

© 2019 Craig J. Burt

Freye Hudson, Goole, East Riding, Yorkshire, England

TO BE A MOTHER

Do we ever really know How to be a Mother.
Each Story Different none the same
My first when a Single Parent
From her Father no Help at all
I was also doing a course at
Social Services
Dear Friend and Tutor now Gone
She had a great old mini van
Took all Course Papers everywhere
I finished mine in Hospital
While expecting my first
Only six weeks "maternity Leave "
Then back to work I went
She was a Lovely Little Girl
Just 6 bs 12 oz her weight
I hated it when I went back to
Our maternity home
Just wanted to get back to my
Little Home
Family Dr wonderful
Took some persuasion but
Said you need your Rest
But allowed me to Leave 2 days
Early
Which was definitely the Best
Five years later I met my future
Husband Who became my man
Honestly wasn't really in my plan
We got married while my mother
Still alive
Eighteen months later a new baby
was expected.
My mother wasn't Happy why I'm
Not really Sure
Maybe because he was just much
younger than me.
In the End the Fact remained
IT was us that were together.
So a bouncing baby turned up.
Was a Giant 8lbs 5oz was enough
For me.
Sorry I'm still in Pounds can't
do with kilograms.
We are Together only 36 years
Both of them get along
Really very well
My older girl is practical
Very like my mum
But the Younger one"Daddy's Girl "
So many ups and downs
We're just a Different Generation
Sometimes I upset them
Really Don't know what I've Done
But you have to make up again
For the sake of Everyone
I really must admit
It's Baby's that I adore
Small and Bouncy
Some just like Plumb Puddings
It doesn't matter too me
But it's Lovely to have 2 daughters
Even though not always "Rosy "
We Love them with "All our Hearts "
Maybe that can be the "Fault "
You see
But it's so very Different for Each
Mother that I surely would Agree.
The Younger one seems ever joined
To my "Umbilical Cord "
Thank Goodness my older Girl
Had Decidedly Broken Free . 

© 2019 Fshudson

Gelda Castro (Gel Poetry Garden), Rio de Janiero, Brazil

Mother ...
Sweet sound that reminds us
of the sense of peace, security, protection, safe harbor ...

Mother ...
gift from God, benevolent angel, shield against evil ... 

Mother ... especial goodness being to lead our
first steps, first words, first attitudes ...

Mother ...
of infinite adjectives and qualities that would not fit here,
but, so well summarized in these few words:
who has mother has everything!

© 2019 Gel Poetry Garden

Maria Elvira Fernandes Correia, Brazil

Mother
word to loving
tender

caress
every day
the Same

Lovely
on the heart find
Room Enough

© 2019 MEFC

Mirella Ester Pennone Masi, Pavia, Italy

Mamma,
anche questa notte ti ho sognata
mentre un profumo di violette
esalava dal tuo petto,
il profumo della tua primavera;
mutevole e fugace.
Dolci momenti della mia infanzia
ritornati ad arricchire i miei sogni
senza tempo;
mi è sembrato di udire la tua voce
cantare le operette, e schioccare
il tuo bacio sulle mie guance!
E c'è in tutto questo sentire
un rincorrere di luce, 
si ha il senso della vicinanza 
di cose remote,
di creature che hanno trasmesso in noi 
il loro sangue:
tu ancora vivi in me!

*

Mama,
Even this night I dreamed of you
While a scent of violet
Breathes from your chest,
The Scent of your Spring;
Changeable and fleeting.
Sweet moments of my childhood
Back to enrich my dreams
Without time;
I thought I heard your voice
Singing the operettas, and snapping
Your kiss on my cheeks!
And There's in all this feeling
A chasing of light,
You have the sense of proximity
Of remote things,
Of creatures that have broadcast in us
Their Blood:
You still live in me!

© 2019 Mirella Ester Pennone Masi

Matilde Cherchi, Sassari, Sardinia, Italy

A Mia Madre

Madre, dalle piccole mani
e dal cuore grande
De bambina ti osservavo
mentre affondavi le mani
nella madia preparando il pane
Madre, del bianco grembiule
e dalle gote rosse di fatica
Madre, che nascondevi le lacrime
nei dolci sorrisi
Madre mia generosa

TO MY MOTHER 

Oh mother, 
with your small handsand 
such a big heart 
when I was a little girl 
I used to watch you 
dipping your hands in the cupboard 
to prepare our bread
Mother, in your white apron 
and the cheeks red for the effort you made
Mother, for hiding from us the tears
behind the sweetest smiles
Oh! Strong, kind-hearted mother

© 2019 Matilde Cherchi

Manmohan Rajbanshi, Morigaon, Assam, India

Mother

MAA, my dear mother
I search for youIn the blue sky.You are my heaven my help,
I ask you for nothing
You are my greatest treasure.
I feel you in my heart,
In ny mind and in love.
Feelme where you are now.
You brought me up
You seldom mentioned it,
Becayse of you, I see this beautiful world.
You taught me how to behave.
In the world around me, when I was unaware.
You lead me to follow the truth.
You tried to make me sleep
By singing lullabies under the night sky.
I noticed all the stars in the sky
I'm smaller, yet better than I thought.
You are the best mom for me, dear Mother.

(c) 2019 Manmohan Rajbanshi

Ross Olmos, San Antonio, Texas

One mother
One sun 
One birth of one mother
The moon's caress holds on thru the ages
Your life has just begun

A mother's caress lives on and on
A mother's love lives on like the light
And grows stronger every day
Forever more after she's gone

(c) 2019 R. Olmos

Myrna Dupree Badgerow, Houma, Louisiana, USA

A MOTHER’S LOVE

I think of the life I’ve led
And the places I have been 
And the journeys yet to take
As I travel once again.
I am forever reminded of words of wisdom 
Spoken by my caring mother,
“Remember that you are no less
Than the next or the other.”

My blindness was not an obstacle
And she raised me to believe
That I could conquer
And I could achieve.
I wonder what she would say now
About this new journey given me...
A journey of vision never known,
A journey of miracles to see.
There would be no words
For I know what she would do...
She would walk beside me
And enjoy my vision too.
Yes, I am forever reminded
Of the continuous glow of a mother’s love...
It too is ‘always and forever’
Even when sent from above.

I cannot thank you enough, Momma, for all you let me ‘see’
But most of all I thank you for simply believing in me!
Happy Mothers’ Day with all my love
And gratitude for being the Momma that you were!

© 2019 mdbadgerow

田宇 (Devil Bosa) Nanjing, Jiangsu Province, People's Republic of China

与母有寄
文/田宇

平生多已忘，浅敬一青觞。
独愧秋繁露，谁怜老菀堂？
年年愁问墨，岁岁晚听霜。
子母天心坒，安能不动肠？

Sending to Mother

Author/Tian Yu (Devil Bosa)

Many people often forget her.
But today I have a good toast to my mother.

Now I think my mother is as decadent as the autumn tree.
Like most people,
I did not cherish her youth at that time.

Every year when I was away,
I thought that my mother would write lonely words.
And I'm missing her all the time.

The hearts of all children in the world are connected by God.
Now facing my mother,
how can I not have the desire to cry?

Tomorrow is a holiday for mothers all over the world. May they be beautiful, healthy and long-life forever.