To My Mother Robert Louis Stevenson You too, my mother, read my rhymes For love of unforgotten times, And you

u may chance to hear once more The little feet along the floor. * Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is Emily Dickinson Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child -The feeblest -- or the waywardest -Her Admonition mild -In Forest -- and the Hill -By Traveller -- be heard -Restraining Rampant Squirrel -Or too impetuous Bird -How fair Her Conversation -A Summer Afternoon -Her Household -- Her Assembly -And when the Sun go down -Her Voice among the Aisles Incite the timid prayer Of the minutest Cricket -The most unworthy Flower -When all the Children sleep -She turns as long away As will suffice to light Her lamps -Then bending from the Sky -With infinite Affection -And infiniter Care -Her Golden finger on Her lip -Wills Silence -- Everywhere * Sonnets Are Full of Love Christina Rossetti Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome Has many sonnets: so here now shall be One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me To her whose heart is my hearts quiet home, To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome; Whose service is my special dignity, And she my loadstar while I go and come And so because you love me, and because I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name: In you not fourscore years can dim the flame Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws Of time and change and mortal life and death. * Wonderful Mother Pat OReilly God made a wonderful mother, A mother who never grows old; He made her smile of the sunshine, And He moulded her heart of pure gold; In her eyes He placed bright shining stars, In her cheeks fair roses you see; God made a wonderful mother, And He gave that dear mother to me.

Mother O Mine Rudyard Kipling If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o mine, O mother o mine I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o mine, O mother o mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o mine, O mother o mine I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o mine, O mother o mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o mine, 0 mother o mine! Richer Than Gold Strickland Gillilan 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.

Your Mother Is Always With You Sherry Martin Your mother is always with you... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's crystallized in every tear drop... She's the place you came from, your first home.. She's the map you follow with every step that you take. She's your first love and your first heart break....and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, Not space... Not even death.... will ever separate you from your mother.... You carry her inside of you.... What Is A Mother? Francis Cardinal Spellman What is a mother? Who shall answer this? A mother is a font and spring of life, A mother is a forest in whose heart Lies hid a secret ancient as the hills, For men to claim and take its wealth away; And like the forest shall her wealth renew And give, and give again, that men may live. My Mother Anne Taylor

Who fed me from her gentle breast, And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother. When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept, for fear that I should die? My Mother. Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay, And fondly taught me how to play, And minded all I had to say? My Mother. Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother. And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee, Who was so very kind to me? My Mother. Angels of God Charles Dickinson They are angels of God in disguise; His sunlight still gleams in their tresses; His glory still gleams in their eyes.

Mother - William Ross Wallace They say that man is mighty, He governs land and sea, He wields a mighty spectre, 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 rocks the world.

Mummy Sarah Stockley Oh, the days of grazed knees and selfish tantrums, millions of hugs and kisses and the big, bright smiles are but a glimmer in the eyes of our history. You were the world and the stars and everything in between, and I was your baby, whom you loved so fiercely, the single ponytail plopped on top of my head. Though things did change, as things will do, and Those big, bright smiles turned into trivial arguments about money and school and cleanliness, the rest is still the same. Now, we have our own secret language that loves and smiles, and though I dont say it often, just know that I love you more than the world or the stars could ever understand. You are my mummy the fearless protector, the light in The dark. And I am your baby, always and forever, with that single ponytail plopped on top of my head.