Nothing can surpass the purity of the mother’s love. Sharing some mother-son poems can be a good idea if you wish to express your pristine and serene bond. As the great poet, Rudyard Kipling said, ‘God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.’ She is a child’s first friend, teacher, and everything. So, keep reading this post as we bring some poems that share the magic of a mother’s love for her son. A few even depict a son’s admiration for her lovely mother. Pick a relatable poem and share the warmth of this beautiful relationship.
30 Mother And Son Poems To Read And Feel The Love
1. A Mother Knows Her Son
My dear, sweet boy I’ve seen it all from your first kicks to your first kiss. You might think right now you know it all, but I’ve seen more of you than you ever knew. A Mother knows her son better than anyone ever could because I gave you life and help you shine your light. —Michele Meleen
2. We Go Together Like Mother and Son
Peanut butter and jelly, moon and star, these iconic pairings can’t compare to what we are. We go together like mother and son a match made in heaven. We’re stuck together whether you’re seven or eleven! When two things fit like the Earth and the sun, they can only be mother and son. —Michele Meleen
3. Son, I Owe All My Gray Hairs to You
I had brown hair when you were born, But that didn’t last very long. I owe my gray hairs to you, my boy, And I’ll remind you how I got each one. Those gray hairs at my temples All came from the time you went fishing In your Daddy’ expensive saltwater tank, And some of those fish are still missing. Those gray hairs along my hairline Are not highlights I got from my beautician. They appeared when you tore through the neighbor’s garden Like you were on a search and destroy mission. That smattering of gray you see Growing right out of my crown Is a souvenir I got from that wedding Where you hurled on the bride’s fancy gown. They say gray hair is a mom’s badge of honor, And that may very well be true, But I wouldn’t trade them for all the world, If it meant one less second with you —Kelly Roper
4. I Love You Son
I love you son Like no one else Only you and I Verified love personified Every single Moment I’m with You, I feel that love Sensing you feel it too Only a mother’s love Nourishes your soul —Michele Meleen
5. I’d Choose You Again, Son
I may not be your mother by birth, But you’re my true son in my heart. I chose to create this bond with you, And no one can tear it apart. I couldn’t love you more even if I had carried you in my own womb. My heart’s bursting at the seams with love, And there simply isn’t any more room. I bless the woman who gave you life And let you come to our family. If I had to do it all over, I’d choose you again as the son for me. —Kelly Roper
6. Wishes for My Son
If wishes were like seeds on a dandelion in the yard, I blow mine out on a breeze for Mother Nature to safeguard. I’d wish for my son to be happy and free like the bright burning sun or a bird in a tree. I’d wish for my son to feel safe and loved like man when life had begun and the angels up above. —Michele Meleen
7. Prayers for My Son
My son, who art from Heaven I gave you a strong name. Your kingdom will come as your work here is done my own little piece of heaven. I pray you give me each day as a gift of love and forgive me whenever I’m wrong. —Michele Meleen
8. I’m Proud of You Son
I’m proud of you son A mother’s dream come so true How I define love —Michele Meleen
9. For My Son on Mother’s Day
You’re the reason I’m a mother, And it’s a job I truly love. And every morning when I wake, I thank the good Lord above, For giving me such a wonderful son Who fills my heart with joy. This might be my day, but I want you to know I’m so glad that you’re my boy. —Kelly Roper
10. My Mother
Who fed me from her gentle breast, And hush’d me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother. When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet hushaby, And rock’d me that I should not cry? My Mother. Who sat and watched my infant head When 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 dress’d my doll in clothes so gay, And taught me pretty how to play. And minded all I had to say? My Mother. Who taught my infant lips to pray And love God’s holy book and day, And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way? My Mother. And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee, Who wast so very kind to me, My Mother? Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear, And if God please my life to spare I hope I shall reward they care, 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. When thou art feeble, old and grey, My healthy arm shall be thy stay, And I will soothe thy pains away, My Mother. And when I see thee hang thy head, ‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed. And tears of sweet affection shed, My Mother. For could our Father in the skies Look down with pleased or loving eyes, If ever I could dare despise My Mother. —Ann Taylor
11. Tribute to Mother
A picture memory brings to me; I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother’s knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again A 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 Whittier
12. To My Mother
Because 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 installed you In setting my Virginia’s spirit free. My mother—my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. —Edgar Allan Poe
13. Sonnets Are Full of Love
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 heart’s 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 honoured 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. —Christina Rossetti
14. Rock Me to Sleep
Backward, 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 watch keep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! I am so weary of toil and of tears,— Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,— Take them, and give me my childhood again! I have grown weary of dust and decay,— Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away; Weary of sowing for others to reap;— Rock me to sleep, mother – rock me to sleep! Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossomed and faded, our faces between: Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain, Long I tonight for your presence again. Come from the silence so long and so deep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Over my heart, in the days that are flown, No love like mother-love ever has shone; No other worship abides and endures,— Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours: None like a mother can charm away pain From the sick soul and the world-weary brain. Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold, Fall on your shoulders again as of old; Let it drop over my forehead tonight, Shading my faint eyes away from the light; For with its sunny-edged shadows once more Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore; Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Mother, dear mother, the years have been long Since I last listened your lullaby song: Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem Womanhood’s years have been only a dream. Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace, With your light lashes just sweeping my face, Never hereafter to wake or to weep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! —Elizabeth Akers Allen
15. Mother O’ Mine
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, O mother o’ mine! —Rudyard Kipling
16. Mother, Summer, I
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there; But when the August weather breaks And rains begin, and brittle frost Sharpens the bird-abandoned air, Her worried summer look is lost, And I her son, though summer-born And summer-loving, none the less Am easier when the leaves are gone Too often summer days appear Emblems of perfect happiness I can’t confront: I must await A time less bold, less rich, less clear: An autumn more appropriate. —Philip Larkin
17. Morning Song
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I’m no more your mother Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind’s hand. All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen: A far sea moves in my ear. One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral In my Victorian nightgown. Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try Your handful of notes; The clear vowels rise like balloons. —Sylvia Plath
18. Mother And Son
I’d known her all my life, nursed her for seven years night and day yet when last night I lay down to sleep I heard myself say as if to someone else, what a splendid lady, I wish I’d known her better —Michael Shepherd
19. Mother To Son
Mother said Sit down and read my son Son used to think will the wind come today? Can the kite to fly in the sky? Mother said Take your bath, my son Eat food, come hurry Son used to think why does it happen at noon why do not the friends come soon Can I play today in the field? —Musfiq us shaleheen
20. Some Advice from A Mother to Her Married Son
The answer to do you love me isn’t, I married you, didn’t I? Or, Can’t we discuss this after the ballgame is through? It isn’t, Well that all depends on what you mean by ‘love’. Or even, Come to bed and I’ll prove that I do. The answer isn’t, How can I talk about love when the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and the children are screaming their heads off and I’m going to miss my bus? The answer is yes. The answer is yes. The answer is yes —Judith Viorst
21. What Mother Means
Mother is such a simple word. But to me there’s meaning seldom heard. For everything I am today My mother’s love showed me the way. —Karl Fuchs
22. Rock Me to Sleep
Backward, 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 watch keep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! I am so weary of toil and of tears,— Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,— Take them, and give me my childhood again! I have grown weary of dust and decay,— Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away; Weary of sowing for others to reap;— Rock me to sleep, mother – rock me to sleep! Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossomed and faded, our faces between: Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain, Long I tonight for your presence again. Come from the silence so long and so deep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Over my heart, in the days that are flown, No love like mother-love ever has shone; No other worship abides and endures,— Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours: None like a mother can charm away pain From the sick soul and the world-weary brain. Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold, Fall on your shoulders again as of old; Let it drop over my forehead tonight, Shading my faint eyes away from the light; For with its sunny-edged shadows once more Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore; Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Mother, dear mother, the years have been long Since I last listened your lullaby song: Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem Womanhood’s years have been only a dream. Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace, With your light lashes just sweeping my face, Never hereafter to wake or to weep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! —Elizabeth Akers Allen
23. Bloodline
Mother From Son
this is the first poem i’ve written to my mama she is my mother from earth up to next she is the one, no other to whom my difficulties i share love is the place in mama’s heart full of compassionate care warm kisses play on tender lips with love from motherly embrace in midst of misfortune and pain inspiring words she uses to explain my pensive life is awaken to reach my golden dream —Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
24. Super Mom
Mom, you’re a wonderful mother, So gentle, yet so strong. The many ways you show you care Always make me feel I belong. You’re patient when I’m foolish; You give guidance when I ask; It seems you can do most anything; You’re the master of every task. You’re a dependable source of comfort; You’re my cushion when I fall. You help in times of trouble; You support me whenever I call. I love you more than you know; You have my total respect. If I had my choice of mothers, You’d be the one I’d select! —Joanna Fuchs
25. Guiding Light Mom
Mom, from the time I was really young, I realized I had someone…you, who always cared, who always protected me, who was always there for me no matter what. You taught me right from wrong, and pushed me to do the right thing, even when it was hard to do. You took care of me when I was sick, and your love helped make me well. You had rules, and I learned that when I obeyed them, my life was simpler, better, richer. You were and are the guiding light of my life. My heart is filled with love for you, my teacher, my friend, my mother. —Karl and Joanna Fuchs
26. Mystery Mom
Mom, your love is a mystery: How can you do it all? You’re always there with the perfect fix For my problems, big and small. Your love protects me day after day, So I’m fearless, safe and sound. I feel that I can do anything Whenever you’re around. Mom, your love is a mystery, I haven’t got a clue Why you love me all time, But I’m very glad you do! —Joanna Fuchs
27. Ah Mother And Son
Ah mother and son going through the forest of life, in their times going on in life’s work and strife. Not much time for each dreaming for time flowers are falling, and sunsets glow beaming as the winter is calling. Ah mother my day I long just to be with you, for you are my way to follow and get through. Ah son I love you you are me all inside, when the times are blue and winter nights abide Ah together we go through the forest of rain, falling leaves they glow with their sorrow and pain. But we are still here within all our dreams, our souls are everywhere like water that streams. —Peter S. Quinn
28. Put Up With Me
I’m glad that you’re my mother, Kind and caring and strong. Coz surely no-one else, Could have put up with me this long! —Holly Giffers
29. A Mother’s Prayer For You
I said a Mother’s Day prayer for you to thank the Lord above for blessing me with a lifetime of your tender hearted love. I thanked God for the caring you’ve shown me through the years, for the closeness we’ve enjoyed in time of laughter and of tears. And so, I thank you from the heart for all you’ve done for me and I bless the Lord for giving me the best mother there could be! —Anonymous
30. Wonderful Mother
God made a wonderful mother, A mother who never grows old; He made her smile of the sunshine, And He molded 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. —Pat O’Reilly
