Jayaraj Vyas

My Mama Moved Among The Days : Lucille Clifton : : Mother Poems : :

My Mama moved among the dayslike a dreamwalker in a field;seemed like what she touched was hersseemed like what touched her couldn’t hold,she got us almost through the high grassthen seemed like she turned around and ranright back inright back on in Lucille Clifton( 1936–2010 ) : : Born in 1936 in Depew, New York,Continue reading “My Mama Moved Among The Days : Lucille Clifton : : Mother Poems : :”

Songs And Rhymes : : Mother Poems : :

SONGS AND RHYMES ABOUTMOTHER’S DAY Here is a collection of the words for some Mother’s Day songs and rhymes that can be used for Preschool, PreK and Kindergarten children. Tune: Frere JacquesI love Mommy, I love Mommy,Yes I do, yes I doAll I want to sayIs “Happy Mother’s Day”I love you, I love you! Tune:Continue reading “Songs And Rhymes : : Mother Poems : :”

My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer : Mark Strand : : Mother Poems : :

My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer by Mark Strand 1 When the moon appearsand a few wind-stricken barns stand outin the low-domed hillsand shine with a lightthat is veiled and dust-filledand that floats upon the fields,my mother, with her hair in a bun,her face in shadow, and the smokefrom her cigarette coiling closetoContinue reading “My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer : Mark Strand : : Mother Poems : :”

The courage that my mother had : Edna St. Vincent Millay : : Mother Poems : :

This Poem has found a place in the hearts of millions of readers, bringing the mix of courage, motherhood, and death.“The Courage That My Mother Had” is included in the collection Mine the Harvest, which was published in 1949. The poems in this volume were written in Millay’s later years, and they tend to reflectContinue reading “The courage that my mother had : Edna St. Vincent Millay : : Mother Poems : :”

The Mother : Gwendolyn Brooks : : Mother Poems : :

the motherGwendolyn Brooks – 1917-2000 Abortions will not let you forget.You remember the children you got that you did not get,The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,The singers and workers that never handled the air.You will never neglect or beatThem, or silence or buy with a sweet.You will never wind upContinue reading “The Mother : Gwendolyn Brooks : : Mother Poems : :”

My Mother At Sixty – Six : Kamala Das : : Mother Poems : :

My Mother at Sixty-Six : Driving from my parent’s home to Cochin last Friday morning, I saw my mother, beside me, doze, open mouthed, her face ashen like that of a corpse and realised with pain that she was as old as she looked but soon put that thought away, and looked out at YoungContinue reading “My Mother At Sixty – Six : Kamala Das : : Mother Poems : :”

Mother , Summer , I : Philips Larkin : : Mother Poems : :

Mother, Summer, IMy mother, who hates thunder storms,Holds up each summer day and shakesIt out suspiciously, lest swarmsOf grape-dark clouds are lurking there;But when the August weather breaksAnd rains begin, and brittle frostSharpens the bird-abandoned air,Her worried summer look is lost, And I her son, though summer-bornAnd summer-loving, none the lessAm easier when the leavesContinue reading “Mother , Summer , I : Philips Larkin : : Mother Poems : :”

Poems Done on a Late Night Car : Carl Sandburg : : Mother Poems : :

I. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: “Girls fresh as country wild flowers, With young faces tired of the cows and barns, Eager in their eyes as the dawn to find my mysteries,Slender supple girls with shapely legs, Lure in the archContinue reading “Poems Done on a Late Night Car : Carl Sandburg : : Mother Poems : :”

Mother : Lola Ridge : : Mother Poems : :

Mother Your love was like moonlightturning harsh things to beauty,so that little wry soulsreflecting each other obliquelyas in cracked mirrors . . .beheld in your luminous spirittheir own reflection,transfigured as in a shining stream,and loved you for what they are not. You are less an image in my mindthan a lusterI see you in gleamspaleContinue reading “Mother : Lola Ridge : : Mother Poems : :”

Mother o’ Mine : Rudyard Kipling : : Mother Poems : :

Mother o’ MineRudyard Kipling – 1865-1936 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,MotherContinue reading “Mother o’ Mine : Rudyard Kipling : : Mother Poems : :”