Since May is the month for mothers and I did not have time to do a Mother's day post, here is my Tribute to Mothers utilizing some of the poems I found at "Family Friend Poems."
If you like poems here is their web address go and check them out they have a huge variety of poems covering a massive range of topics.
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
Enjoy!!
Her Hands
© Maggie Pittman
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
Source: Her Hands, Mother Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/her-hands#ixzz2TaxCdIYC
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
Through My Mother's Eyes......
© Jessica R. Nickell
My mother sees me as a bright, beautiful girl.
Who's all grown up in this busy world.
Who's funny, courageous, brave, and strong.
Who's intelligent and knows right from wrong.
Who makes decisions on her own.
Who knows how to clean a dirty home.
In this hectic world, I stand tall.
And keep my composure through it all.
But once I was a little girl.
Who was small and dependent in this busy world
So how did I become the woman I call me?
I was cared for, loved and raised properly.
I had a wonderful model to look up to.
(Even though I never tried her kung fu)
I was taught to reach for the stars.
And be proud of everything you are.
So now I'm reaching my goals and dreams.
And I have you to thank for everything.
I love you mom!
Who's all grown up in this busy world.
Who's funny, courageous, brave, and strong.
Who's intelligent and knows right from wrong.
Who makes decisions on her own.
Who knows how to clean a dirty home.
In this hectic world, I stand tall.
And keep my composure through it all.
But once I was a little girl.
Who was small and dependent in this busy world
So how did I become the woman I call me?
I was cared for, loved and raised properly.
I had a wonderful model to look up to.
(Even though I never tried her kung fu)
I was taught to reach for the stars.
And be proud of everything you are.
So now I'm reaching my goals and dreams.
And I have you to thank for everything.
I love you mom!
Source: Thank You Mom!, Through My Mother's Eyes, Mother Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/thank-you-mom#ixzz2Tb0RSkWv
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
A Mother's Call
© Loretta A. Pitilli
images of your children
forever on your screen
separation, anxiety and love
the blessed trinity
the need to comfort
to iron out the wrinkles
to diminish their pain
to ingest some wisdom
to eradicate the mystery
to hold their hand
while climbing the mountain
or walking heavily in the rain
to gently touch
to freely let go
to be right there
and then disappear
to give life
to let it fly
waiting patiently
as they wave goodbye
forever on your screen
separation, anxiety and love
the blessed trinity
the need to comfort
to iron out the wrinkles
to diminish their pain
to ingest some wisdom
to eradicate the mystery
to hold their hand
while climbing the mountain
or walking heavily in the rain
to gently touch
to freely let go
to be right there
and then disappear
to give life
to let it fly
waiting patiently
as they wave goodbye
Source: A Mother's Call, Mother Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-mothers-call#ixzz2Tb0yGbNw
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
So many more yet not enough space but here is one about adoption.
My parents that raised me were old enough to be my grand-parents but for me they were always and will always be my mom and poppers
Growing Up With Grandma
© Candy Canan
I don't know when it happened.
I don't know when she came,
But, she's the one I always knew,
Grandma was her name.
She taught me how to tie my shoes.
She taught me how to talk.
And, though I can't remember,
I think she taught me how to walk.
When all the other kids in school
Would talk about Mom and Dad,
I wondered where my parents were,
That made me kinda’ sad.
And, sometimes there were days I'd cry
Or hide my head in shame.
But Grandma took it all in stride,
And loved me all the same.
She'd wrap her arms around me,
And kiss me on the head.
She'd tell me that she loved me
When she tucked me into bed.
Being a teen, I remember the days
When being with friends was more fun.
And I wondered what it would have been like
To actually be someone's son.
To have a regular family
Some siblings, a mom, and a dad,
What had I done to deserve less than others?
Sometimes I felt so mad.
'It's alright, it's okay,' Grandma would say,
'One day you'll understand why,
Life just isn't fair to everyone you see.
It's always okay to cry.'
And when I went off to college,
I met the love of my life.
It was Grandma who was the first I told
That I planned to make her my wife.
Soon after I'd become a father,
For that I could hardly wait.
To have a child of my very own,
And, to make my Grandma a 'Great'.
A little girl to share her name,
For all that she'd given me.
So much I owed to Grandma,
That was plain to see.
As time passed and life grew short
I hoped my Grandma knew
That it was her love and her support
That always got me through.
If I could tell her one more thing
'Thanks Grandma', is what I 'd say
For loving me and making me,
The man I am today.
I don't know when she came,
But, she's the one I always knew,
Grandma was her name.
She taught me how to tie my shoes.
She taught me how to talk.
And, though I can't remember,
I think she taught me how to walk.
When all the other kids in school
Would talk about Mom and Dad,
I wondered where my parents were,
That made me kinda’ sad.
And, sometimes there were days I'd cry
Or hide my head in shame.
But Grandma took it all in stride,
And loved me all the same.
She'd wrap her arms around me,
And kiss me on the head.
She'd tell me that she loved me
When she tucked me into bed.
Being a teen, I remember the days
When being with friends was more fun.
And I wondered what it would have been like
To actually be someone's son.
To have a regular family
Some siblings, a mom, and a dad,
What had I done to deserve less than others?
Sometimes I felt so mad.
'It's alright, it's okay,' Grandma would say,
'One day you'll understand why,
Life just isn't fair to everyone you see.
It's always okay to cry.'
And when I went off to college,
I met the love of my life.
It was Grandma who was the first I told
That I planned to make her my wife.
Soon after I'd become a father,
For that I could hardly wait.
To have a child of my very own,
And, to make my Grandma a 'Great'.
A little girl to share her name,
For all that she'd given me.
So much I owed to Grandma,
That was plain to see.
As time passed and life grew short
I hoped my Grandma knew
That it was her love and her support
That always got me through.
If I could tell her one more thing
'Thanks Grandma', is what I 'd say
For loving me and making me,
The man I am today.
Source: Growing Up With Grandma, Adoption Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/growing-up-with-grandma#ixzz2Tb1ovV00
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
And here are some written by our birth mothers and one about a birth mother:
For My Children
© Cara-Marie Simpkins
For my children
I remember my pregnancy with you
I fell in love with your every move, and with the sound of your beating heart.
I held your precious body in my arms for the first time and took in your sweet, angelic presence.
Nothing could prepare me for what would lie ahead.
Nothing could prevent my heart from breaking, but it had to be done.
I tried to be strong, but my strength failed me.
I never knew it would be so difficult to write my own name.
I cried, and was grateful for all the precious memories you've given me.
It was a new beginning for you.
The healing was beginning for me.
Time went forward, I learned and grew as I slowly let go of you.
My heart was healed, my life was blessed and my prayers were answered.
Still, there's days when I cry.
I will never stop thinking about you.
Still I wonder about the person you are now, and the person you've yet to become.
I pray that you will always know of the love I have for you.
It's only through the grace of God that you were mine for a time.
He gave you to me, I lovingly obeyed his plans for you.
~C-Marie Simpkins~
I remember my pregnancy with you
I fell in love with your every move, and with the sound of your beating heart.
I held your precious body in my arms for the first time and took in your sweet, angelic presence.
Nothing could prepare me for what would lie ahead.
Nothing could prevent my heart from breaking, but it had to be done.
I tried to be strong, but my strength failed me.
I never knew it would be so difficult to write my own name.
I cried, and was grateful for all the precious memories you've given me.
It was a new beginning for you.
The healing was beginning for me.
Time went forward, I learned and grew as I slowly let go of you.
My heart was healed, my life was blessed and my prayers were answered.
Still, there's days when I cry.
I will never stop thinking about you.
Still I wonder about the person you are now, and the person you've yet to become.
I pray that you will always know of the love I have for you.
It's only through the grace of God that you were mine for a time.
He gave you to me, I lovingly obeyed his plans for you.
~C-Marie Simpkins~
Source: Giving Up Children For Adoption, For My Children, Adoption Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/giving-up-children-for-adoption#ixzz2Tb276Wlr
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
My Birth Mom
© Emily E. Adkisson
Loving and gracious the
Women I've never met.
She made a difficult decision and
She will debate that decision for the
Rest of her life.
It was something she knew she had to do
She did it with
A Mothers Love.
She thinks about me everyday
Every birthday, Every Mothers Day
Hurt will always be there.
I would not be the person
I am today without
A Mothers Love.
Women I've never met.
She made a difficult decision and
She will debate that decision for the
Rest of her life.
It was something she knew she had to do
She did it with
A Mothers Love.
She thinks about me everyday
Every birthday, Every Mothers Day
Hurt will always be there.
I would not be the person
I am today without
A Mothers Love.
I can never thank her enough
For all the pain
She must go through
To give me a wonderful life
She had to show the biggest amount of
A Mothers Love.
For all the pain
She must go through
To give me a wonderful life
She had to show the biggest amount of
A Mothers Love.
Source: My Birth Mom, A Mother's Love, Adoption Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-birth-mom-a-mothers-love#ixzz2Tb2eswIv
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
