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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 : :”

Rock Me to Sleep , Mother : Elizabeth Akers Allen : : Mother Poems : :

Rock Me to SleepBY ELIZABETH AKERS ALLENBackward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,Make me a child again just for tonight!Mother, come back from the echoless shore,Take me again to your heart as of yore;Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;Over my slumbers your loving watchContinue reading “Rock Me to Sleep , Mother : Elizabeth Akers Allen : : Mother Poems : :”

Sonnets Are Full of Love : Christina Rossetti : : Mother Poems : :

[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome]Christina Rossetti – 1830-1894 Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome Has many sonnets: so here now shall be One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from meTo her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home, To my first Love, my Mother, on whose kneeI learntContinue reading “Sonnets Are Full of Love : Christina Rossetti : : Mother Poems : :”

To My Mother : Edgar Allan Poe : : Mother Poems : :

To My MotherBY EDGAR ALLAN POEBecause I feel that, in the Heavens above,The angels, whispering to one another,Can find, among their burning terms of love,None so devotional as that of “Mother,”Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—You who are more than mother unto me,And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installedContinue reading “To My Mother : Edgar Allan Poe : : Mother Poems : :”

Tribute To Mother : John Greenleaf Whittier : : Mother Poems : :

Tribute to Mother A picture memory brings to me;I look across the years and seeMyself beside my mother’s knee.I feel her gentle hand restrainMy selfish moods, and know againA child’s blind sense of wrong and pain.But wiser now, a man gray grown,My childhood’s needs are better known.My mother’s chastening love I own. John Greenleaf WhittierContinue reading “Tribute To Mother : John Greenleaf Whittier : : Mother Poems : :”

My Mother : Ann Taylor : : Mother Poems : :

My Mother Who sat and watched my infant headWhen sleeping on my cradle bed,And tears of sweet affection shed?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 taught my infant lips to prayAnd love God’s holy book and day,And walk inContinue reading “My Mother : Ann Taylor : : Mother Poems : :”