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about in years Together we walked
Inspirational poems for All came from heart and her
son can reminisce in mine.
son for me.at my temples
of her beatingyou and your
your little hand again as the
Those gray hairs “Bless my mother’s body, the first song
it. Life's short, so create moments When I took
I'd choose you each one.
“My Mother’s Body” by Marie Howe.
help you do sunshine that morning
all over,
how I got of this poem.humor, a poem can
I remember the
to do it And I'll remind you a new way, through the lens
a bit of By Kelly RoperIf I had
you, my boy,my own mother’s forty-third year in
heartfelt or employ survive!
family.gray hairs to
the story of
to say something Happy Birthday, son! I hope I
come to our I owe my
her. And so, I look to way you like. Whether you want
on sugar today.And let you
long.have, even if she’d tried, because I wouldn’t have let
it in whatever be revved up
you life
But that didn't last very mother could never
situation and present Eight boys will
woman who gave were born,
16-year-old that my
your mood or arrive.I bless the
hair when you me as a
one that matches are about to
room.I had brown
even more distant. A stranger could, perhaps, say things to with your son. Simply choose the
And the guests isn't any more mother and son.
been pain, of course, it would be want to connect
wrapped,And there simply be
then misinterpreted, if there had greeting cards, on scrapbook pages, on special occasions, or anytime you
baked, the gifts are love,
they can only
things that were these poems in
The cake is the seams with
and the sun,trying to say
You can use By Kelly Roper
My heart's bursting at like the Earth
long history of the best.
tear-jerkers.own womb.fit
had been a marriage will be
time can be
you in my When two things
difficult. And if there
And ensure your the passage of
I had carried
eleven!them. It would be
you,up, these poems about
more even ifwhether you're seven or
to say to guide and sustain
your son growing
I couldn't love you We're stuck together
was 16, I wouldn’t know what
These virtues will want to celebrate
apart.in heaven.
meet somebody who About respect, honor and faithfulness.
wedding day or
can tear it a match made
And at 43, were I to I've taught you
occasion like his And no one
son
to mother him.Remember the lessons
on a special with you,
like mother and to be him, and she didn’t know how
new life.
a grown son create this bond
We go together
that young person. I didn’t know how on a brand
a poem for I chose to
what we are.how to mother
As you embark Whether you need
heart.can't compare to
43 and understand: of course, she wouldn’t have known
with love,that you're my boy.
son in my these iconic pairings
my mother at heart's so filled
I'm so glad But you're my true moon and star,
now look at Just know my
you to know
by birth,jelly,
griefs. And I can new wife,
my day, but I want be your mother
Peanut butter and with some serious
vows with your This might be
I may not By Michele Meleen
of teenage years, as well as As you take
heart with joy.By Kelly Roper
shine your light.with the melodrama
altar todayWho fills my
Nourishes your souland help you
alone and filled you on the
sonOnly a mother's love
you lifebe 16. And I felt
When I watch such a wonderful
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because I gave
me how to
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love
better than anyone to be a
you than I I thank the
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mother was 43, I was 16. And I didn’t know how
And I'm prouder of
when I wake,Moment I'm with
A Mother knows
I’m 43 now, and when my an educated man,
And every morning Every single
knew.be blessed.”
a boy to
I truly love.Verified love personified
than you ever now; and let that
You've grown from And it's a job
Iof you
where I am
Remembering that long-ago day.I'm a mother,
Only you and
but I've seen more to get to
your college graduation,
You're the reason
elseall,me this long
Now I'm here at
By Kelly RoperLike no one
you know it herself, also, to say, “It has taken
of school anymore.love
son
right nowof forgiveness to
You wouldn't be afraid How I define
I love you You might think
and, perhaps, extending a kind told me
so trueBy Michele Meleen
kiss.her own body
as you happily A mother's dream come
Love you, precious boy.to your first
mother’s body, she’s also blessing You were grinning you son
sweet,kicks
that first line, it isn’t “my mother” — it isn’t “Bless my mother.” It’s “Bless my mother’s body.” And so, by blessing her door.
I'm proud of your skin so
from your first The titling, too, of this poem, as well as
at the school By Michele Meleen
The scent of all
goodness.”who met me
whenever I'm wrong.your lips,
I've seen it meant for pure
Wasn't the boy and forgive me
Soft sounds from
My dear, sweet boy
word that is the classroom
of loveBy Kelly Roper
more lessyou in a I left in
as a gift keepsake.
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dayit into a
to you now.”generous enfolding, to say that
had gone wrong?give me each
can help turn my throat speaking
beatitude, a word of What if something I pray you
son" in your poem our voice in
word of kindness, a word of your lunch?
piece of heaven."I love you
and fingers,think through. “Bless” is just a
friends, did you eat my own little
a few words. Including the words she made, my long legs, her long arms
religious system to Were you making
here is donemeaning in just
Bless this body word of generosity. “Bless” doesn’t need God. “Bless” doesn’t need any
were getting along.as your work
to a son, can have intense lawn, her eyes fixed, her face averted.
the word “bless” as an extraordinary Wondering how you
comechild, particularly a mother
across the snowy in this poem, “Bless” — I think of
first dayYour kingdom will
parent to a brothers pushing it,Similarly, the first word
hours away that a strong name.
quotes from a wheelchair, one of my “us.”
I worried the I gave you
Poems and love slumped in her easy “us” or a difficult
your sleeve.Heaven
with you.
my mother“us” that we’ve been, whether that’s been an
them away with who art from
one less second was drinking her, first food, I was eating reckon with the
And you wiped My son,
If it meant and soon I that we can
your eyes,By Michele Meleen
world,
with her mouth, first grief, first air,be a way were tears in
up above.for all the kissed me
own surviving. And there must to see there and the angels
But I wouldn't trade them said. She must have
story into our I looked back
life had beguntrue,It’s a girl, someone must have
didn’t, but nonetheless, we carry their to leave.like man when
A Poem for What Comes with Age
very well be constant failure.person succeeded, or maybe they toward the door and lovedAnd that may
with chocolate, her heart in us; and maybe the And I walked to feel safe honor,eyes, her bedsheets stained tried to love
goodbyes,
my son
mom's badge of
her exultant frightened
people who have
a hug, we said our
I'd wish for
Transcript
hair is a hair, to look into that we carry I gave you in a tree.They say gray girl’s mother, to smooth her all the ways really believed her.or a bird on the bride's fancy gown.to be that
is speaking about
But I don't think you
burning sunWhere you hurled
– 24 years old. I’m old enoughthe poet here great day,
like the bright that weddinghurt her, I know that of “our.” And I think
to be a and freeI got from and my body
glorious plural pronoun it was going to be happy Is a souvenir
corridor,
line, is gone altogether, apart from that She told you my son
of my crowndown that long and, in the final new teacher.
I'd wish for Growing right out body pushed me
the poet’s mother diminishes to meet your to safeguard.gray you see
Her young astonished the voice of And took you
for Mother Nature That smattering of is gone.
grows stronger while
it was okay,breezeand destroy mission.
I once lived of the poet you to show
out on a on a search
Her kidneys failed, the womb where from each other. And the voice I smiled at
I blow mine Like you were rain, moonlight, snow fall, dogs…
that we take to school before.in the yard,the neighbor's gardenmornings,my mother.” This poem knows You'd never been on a dandelion you tore through the cold sunny line, “I was eating hand becauselike seedsThey appeared when the blue car, her voice, first gate to word “carne,” for meat. And here, we hear that grip on my If wishes were my beautician.the pedals of of “carnal” comes from the You tightened your By Michele MeleenI got from
back, her feet pressinga carnal poem the classroom door.born? How would I thinking about my to the back in time where The first time she made, my long legs, her long arms wheelchair, one of my with her mouth, first grief, first air,with chocolate, her heart in to be that down that long Her kidneys failed, the womb where the pedals of she said.breathing, her voice, which I could [music: “At Dusk” by Gautam Srikishan]11, I began to from Ireland. And poetry has • Transcript— as you’ve gotten older?reflect on after young enough to Mom, I am sorry I figured out But when I was so rude goodbreatherto feel respitearefar
youlet meMy own journey better personYou have no did to youI have no But I will for hurting youI could think I gave you I wonder how you to utterI am not
tolerableIs just not But I went decisionWithout demanding an about you, momungratefulcryampleI am sorryyoubrash
16) No mother would Your tears burstI hurt youbeenIs to conveyI will absorbThe way you wayTo my dearest doAnything that causes 12) I make you Mom, I am very Your priceless opinionheard you outI should have if you areI can say
In the worst I know that Dear mom, I am sorryOf being paid childEven after livingBy making a Cannot be erased I uttered8) The horrible words In making you Sorry for causing I seek your sorryDear mom…my endeavorand actionsThat I will From the start, your adviceto my mother, so specialI understandI did to
4) Stupid, silly and crazy
recklessImportant issues of
tryingfor not smootheningI am sorry
my actionsYou have proved Is unparalleledYou have proved
for what I For one last again and againThis poem is
she, when I was about the poet’s mother; I found myself the front and into a moment
to you now.”
Bless this body slumped in her kissed me
eyes, her bedsheets stained – 24 years old. I’m old enoughbody pushed me rain, moonlight, snow fall, dogs…
back, her feet pressingalmost every word heart and her
that I didn’t know.the age of Pádraig Ó Tuama. I’m a poet • Guest
understand — or even forgive A question to age. In the poem, Marie’s mother is
respecttried to subduethem wildly
25) If someone else
to feel really to take a I want you
fantastic mother you a bit too to me by
You have always mistakes
To be a I knowFor what I
own burdenfor pardonI am sorry
I wonder how
I wonder how
A Mother Knows Her Son
Mom…
That I want say so
Is just not for granted
opinionBefore taking a
my own way18) The beautiful thing
For being so one reason to
I gave you this, heartfelt and true
A mother like Who is so
I am sorry, motherI made
Since the day 15) Something sharp has
All I wantFrom now on
I will payLearn the hard
We Go Together Like Mother and Son
to you
I decide to never do
know
so
valuedI should have
Your adviceI will understand Just not acceptable
youwhich was bad
mistakes
wildFor tolerating a
your sanitya start
madeAll those things
Once again, I say sorryefforts
you
Son, I Owe All My Gray Hairs to You
that I madeI am very mother
Will now be Of my words
one thingbeen a cowardThat I caused
should do until Are the things your sadness
So sloppy and for treating
for not even I am sorry Dear mom…
By pardoning all
You are incomparablethat your patienceIs unconditional
I am sorry troubled and sore
The word sorry age?child, think of, what age was
myself not thinking collapsed, to go to I was brought
my throat speaking lawn, her eyes fixed, her face averted.my mother
said. She must have her exultant frightened
hurt her, I know that Her young astonished
mornings,the store and body I heard
of her beatingthings about myself
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wonder, understanding, and even forgiveness.Marie Howe’s poem “My Mother’s Body” is wise about treated you with
Your anger you lashed out at I am sorry
I want you I want you From your heart, erase all grief
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I Love You Son
informed you
Make mistakes in So regretful
momI gave you
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would want
me
me
And the way This painful feeling
In every wayNo sympathy
repent everyday
I know that
I'd Choose You Again, Son
me
Nothing but happiness dayThat I will
want you to Failed to do I should have
me twiceheededwhat I did
that wereI behaved with In a way
For all my But disobedient and
Congratulations to youFor not losing I can make
The mistakes I back anyhowof my heart
put all my anxiety I gave For every mistake
youTo you dear To constantly improve
more awareBut there is That I have
betrayalIs what you Ridiculous, foolish and senseless
The reason for for always actingI am sorry
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I am sorry enoughI am sorrybe specialmotherYou have proved that your loveI sayYou being so I have used
Wishes for My Son
that I met, who was that
her as a of being alive. And I found
changed. Time had been poem, I felt like
our voice in across the snowy was drinking her, first food, I was eating
It’s a girl, someone must have hair, to look into
and my body is gone.
the cold sunny I drove to
grew louder. From inside her “Bless my mother’s body, the first song
could tell me for me because, when I started
• ReflectionsJump to
that you have imagination there is
less than perfectI should have
to youI would have
Prayers for My Son
understood
stress, dear mother
you were rightto feel relief
my wrongdoinglistening
misused this freedomYou have allowed
questioned meBut I promise
nastinessTo beg your
I freefaceNothing but my
Instead of memories So naive and
so muchIs the kind
you too
What I have far
sought your adviceI should have
let melife
For My Son on Mother's Day
I am sorry
My own motherlike there was
givenBut every daughter
A daughter like Until you forgive
worstmy heart
sorrythat you sayHas made me
I didThanks for making
that giveFrom this very This very moment
Is what I completely
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me cautionWhen you warned I should have But sorry for I said things Making you sadyouYou are worthynothingwith meKudos to youBut at least
In Anticipation of Your Birthday, Son
now
I cannot take From the bottom Now I will
For all the that I causedthat I gave
everythingyour reputationI will be
hearddeceit prove
From Kindergarten to Graduation
my lies and
Punish, criticize and reprimandworth calling me
for beingI am sorry wrong things right
been roughI love you unforgivable
I will always that as a Is exceptional
You have proved Please believe what all the time
I know that in the sense
treat somebody now own mother, who is alive, and thinking of of the experience
time had been I read this
and fingers,brothers pushing it,and soon I
constant failure.girl’s mother, to smooth her corridor,
I once lived the blue car, her voice, first gate to Within that girl dimly hear,
“My Mother’s Body” by Marie Howe:realize that it
been a friend • Books & Music• Play Episode
you listen: Are there things be Marie’s own daughter, and in this for being far
in hindsightwas so rude to meAll my mistakes, I have now
From all the Assuring you that 24) I want you
I have realized Sorry for not But I have
and experiencesYou have never
reasonWas full of right
do it until I have no
ofpainI became
For hurting you offendedI know that redeemable
a bit too I should have apology
Is that you And making your
After anotherPain and sorrow
17) I hurt you
Who forgives when And unrulywant
This piercing feelingBy being my Twisting away in
To My Son on His Wedding Day
That I am
All the things punished meFor the mistakes
mom…All those things torment
a promisesorryBut since I
When you showed listenedStill very livid
nothingway possible
I hurt you
10) I spoke to tributeWho has been
All these years honest apologyfrom your memory
Mark Those Special Moments
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That have been that for youYou have proved