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I am the mother of four. Two girls and two boys. They are all grown with families of their own now. This poem is about remembering when children were little and I think will touch the hearts of any mother.

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amanda
This poem was excellent and it inspired me to write even more than i already do. Thank you because i am going to use this poem in a scrapbook for my grandmother. She will love it more than i do. God bless the writter and continue to write so well.
Laticia
this poem was amazing keep up the good work
pepper
this poem is really good i hope that who ever wrote this poem keeps writting them cuz i like to read them thank you
Susan
It said what I was thinking but couldn't put into words. I saw my own little ones in the poem.

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A Mother's Day

Mom sits thinking about her girls and her boys,
reminiscing days the floor was covered with toys.
Remembering the tiny bootees and the little shoes,
remembering all the gurgles and the little coos.

When you said your first word she was so proud,
and was beside herself when you laughed out loud.
When you cut your first tooth and began to crawl,
she just couldn't wait to give all the kinfolk a call.

She misses singing you lullabies in her old rocking chair,
as she looks at your baby book and your first lock of hair.
Those crew haircuts, pony tails, and the dog eared locks,
the cowboy boots, and penny loafers, and little bobby socks.

She misses the fingerprints found all over the wall,
the coats and the mittens that hung in the hall.
The paper dolls, and toy cars, and the little trikes,
and when you were older the two wheel bikes.

How you looked forward to each and every New Year,
although you fell asleep before it was near.
The pictures you brought her that you drew in school,
the words that you used like awesome and cool.

The Valentine cards you made all by yourself,
the Barbie dolls and models that set on a shelf.
St. Patrick's Day when your clothes were all greens,
your little chairs that were stuffed full of beans.

The Easter suits and the dresses covered with lace,
colored eggs and stuffed bunnies all over the place.
Flowery weeds that you gave her on Mother's Day,
and hearing your footsteps as you run out to play.

Father's Day and the things you made for your dad,
those gifts were the most precious that he ever had.
Then going to the carnival and watching you ride,
watching you at the park as you went down the slide.

The picnics with peanut butter and jelly on bread,
hearing you say your prayers before going to bed.
Taking you Trick or Treating Halloween night,
trying to juggle all the bags and a huge flashlight.

Thanksgiving dinners when everyone was still home,
the house seems so empty now that you are all grown.
Seeing the happiness that spread across your little face,
as you ate Christmas dinner after you had said grace.

Blowing out all the candles on your birthday cake,
tightly closing your eyes for the wishes you'd make.
Watching you open gifts covered with paper and bows,
placing every card that you got very neatly in rows.

These are just a few things remembered by your mother,
she remembers all your childhood at one time or another.
She misses the goodnight hugs and the goodnight kisses,
there are thousands of things that she really misses.

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More Visitor Comments (from the Voting form)

Angela
Your Poem was very moving it really touched my heart. I have two daughters that are not yet that grown but they are growing and sometimes I sit and reflect on what I will be missing when they are all grown. Thank you for this poem.
Jayson
I really appreciate the poem for its beauty and realistic meanings. It touched my heart so much and makes me feel how important my mother is. I'm the eldest among the siblings and we're five in the family. My father, mother, me and my two younger brothers. This poem opens my mind and leaves a message that my mother should always be my mother. "No mother can resist her child".
renae
i am a child myself so i really dont know what its like to look back on someones life but knowing that im nearly 16 and ready to live my own independant life i must say im goin to feel for my mum because she is my idol in life. my dad ill miss u heaps more to coz not only are you my dad but my best friend to. this poem has touched me in so many ways and tought me to relise that my parents are there from day one till the day we die
Ron
This poem was very touching. God Bless you
Alice
I am a mother of 3 boys,20,12 and 3. My 2 oldest live with their father. This poem brings back all of the memories I have of them when they were with me. I thank you for capturing these memories!
JESSE
this poem is like medicine to my pain of depression--it is like a shot of love in a world of darkness -thank you
Jaunty
i think that the poem had alot of love in it. and i thought that it meant that your mothers have always loved you no matter what you've dont in the past because you are special to her and you should treasure the feeling forever
steve
I'm a 43 year old man, I've got 2, an 18 year old boy and a 16 year old girl, I raised them both. I swear that Poem made me sit here and down right bawl, I could see it all and hear it all, if we could just go back. Great Poem.
donalyn
I just love the feel of it when I read it. It touches my innerself.
Kristy
this is one of the best poems i have ever read. My babies are still little and i have much to enjoy. But i know time goes by very quickly. It made me appreciate today a whole lot more.
Sandy
I have two boys although their near grown I still remember when they were little and depended on me so much. Now they tend to want to be on their own and don't need mom right now. Maybe they will change their mind someday and need me around again.I have unconditional love for them forever and ever.
Rhonda
I just want to let you know this poem really touched my heart and made me cry....I have 3 kids,9,15 and 18 and my 18 yr old moved out 2 weeks ago and I miss him so much even though hes 10 min away, but I have been thinking of his childhood so much and reading this made me think , you must have felt the way I do ....its hard to watch your kids go....thanks Rhonda
Adrienne
Loved it.it made me cry and miss my mom. In fact I'm calling her first thing in the morning.
Javier
This poem touched me in a special way because I recently had both my mom and dad die (within a week).
John
Very touching and remenicent from a father of five
Patricia
You have written one beatuiful poem. Keep up the good work.
Cindy
This is a beautiful poem, it made me cry.
karen
this poem was so touching I'm crying.I know this to be so true.I have 1 left at home.And,I still tuck him.Very well wrote.And very real.

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