Mothers Day Poems From Kids

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Best friends forever, (Mom)(Mum) and me
Picking flowers and climbing trees.
A shoulder to cry on, secrets to share
Warm hearts and hands that really care.

Mothers Day Poems from Kids

Nothing compares with being a mother…
…who else can be bugged,
… tugged
…and hugged…
all at the same time?

Happy Bugging, Tugging, Hugging Day

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Sometimes you get discouraged
Because I am so small
And always leave dirty marks
On furniture and walls.

But every day I'm growing
I'll be grown up some day
And all those little dirty marks
Will all have gone away.

As I grow, I'll change a lot,
The years will fly right by.
You'll wonder how I grew so quick
When and where and why?

I may be still very small
But this I'd like to say
I love you very, very BIG
Happy Mother's Day

Mothers Day Poems from Kids

M arvelous
O utstanding
T errific
H eartwarming
E nergetic
R eliable

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If I could have just one wish
Now wouldn't that be fine
I'd wish that every little kid
Had a mom (mum) as good as mine

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(Mum)(Mom), although I'm just a child
I'm a shrewd judge you'll see
And I've got a team of pets and toys
Who all agree with me

When it comes to Mummies
There's a lot of them about
But you're the very, very best
Us experts have no doubt

JB c 2004

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The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the winter's day.
The street was wet with the recent snow,
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.

She stood at the crossing and waited long
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout.
Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

Past the woman so old and gray
Hastened the children on their way,
Nor offered a helping hand to her,
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir,
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.

At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
"I'll help you across if you wish to go."

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,
He guided her trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.

Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.
"She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow;

"And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away."

And "somebody's mother" bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was, "God be kind to the noble boy
Who is somebody's son and pride and joy."
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