I need a good website to go to find poems about mothers, i want one that has to do with mothers, and daughters im really close to my mom so that would be nice, and then i also need one about grandparents , i want to give my mom a poem from my baby, he is only 3 months but i still think it would be nice, if anyone has any ideas please help i need them fast!!!!
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A friend emailed this to me the other day. I thought it was very touching and a beautiful tribute. Don't know if this helps but maybe someone will like it with Mothers Day coming up soon.\n\n MOTHER\n>\n> This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece please\n> read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in\n> leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure...\n>\n> For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom,\n> this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is\n> even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this.\n>\n> The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is\n> this the long way?" she asked.   And the guide said:  "Yes, and the way is\nhard.\n> And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But\n> the end  will be better than the beginning."\n>\n> But the young mother was happy, and she would not\n> believe that  anything could be better than these years. So she\n> played with her children, and gathered flowers for\n> them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and\n> the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,\n> "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."\n>\n> Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was\n> dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother\n> drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said,\n> "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."\n>\n> And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and\n> the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary.\n> But at all times she said to the children," A little  patience and we are\nthere."\n> So the children climbed, and when they reached the top\n> they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."\n>\n> And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up\n> at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my\n> children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave\nthem courage.\n> Today, I've given them strength."\n>\n> And the next day came strange clouds which darkened\n> the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped\n> and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.\n> " And the children looked and saw above the clouds\n> an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the\n> darkness. And that night the Mother said,\n> "This is the best day of all, for\n> I have shown my children God."\n>\n> And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and\n> the years, and\n> the mother grew old and she was little and bent.\n> But her children were tall and strong, and walked with\n> courage.  And when the way was rough, they lifted her,\n> for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,\n> and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And\n> mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end\n> is better than the beginning, for my children can\n> walk alone, and their children after them."\n>\n> And the children said, "You will always walk with us,\n> Mother, even when you have gone\n> through the gates."\n> And they stood  and  watched her as she went on alone, and the gates\n> closed after her.  And they said: "We cannot see her\n> but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory.  She\n> is a living presence......."\n>\n> Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper\n> of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach\n> in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand\n> on your brow when\n> you're not well. Your Mother lives\n> inside your laughter. And she's
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very romantic, the love of your life should be honored to have something so pretty written for them.  Love to see some more poems------keep posting them.
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I would write a poem to my mother.  She suffers from Alzheimer’s disease and knows that she is loosing her memory.  She has loved me unconditionally since before I was born, and believe me, I was just as frustrating as a child as I am as an adult.  My wife, I love passionately, but my mother I love so very deep.  I have a hard time expressing my emotions about this in just words, but perhaps a poem might do it.
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www.plagiarist.com has pretty much every poem by any popular poet.  Check there!
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go on google,pebbles or stones poems
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For me that is such a difficult question to answer.  I have so many favorites.  \n\nThe whole poem Desiderata is beautiful and profound.  Every line is special so I will quote only the last ones:\n\n"Therefore be at peace with God, \nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. "\n\nThen from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee we have:\n\n"Up, up the long delirious, burning blue \nI've topped the windswept heights with easy grace \nWhere never lark, or even eagle flew. \nAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod \nThe high untresspassed sanctity of space, \nPut out my hand, and touched the face of God."\n\nFinally, I would refer you to a poem called Little Bateese by william Henry Drummond.  It is deceptively simple, but again profound.  It speaks of the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, one of the things that really matter in life for sure.  There is nothing as special as the love of a grandparent and grandchild for each other.  The last lines of the poem are:\n\n"But leetle Bateese! please don't forget\nWe rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, \nSo chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare\nAn' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere\nFor w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere--\nLeetle Bateese!"\n\nTranslation:  \nBut little Bateese!  Please don't forget\nWe'd rather you stayed a small boy yet\nSo chase the chickens and make them scared\nAnd do what you like with your old grandpere\nFor when you're a big fellow he won't be there -\nLittle Bateese!\n\nI get carried away with poetry!
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That's so sweet!   If you'd just like to get her a gift related to angels, which I'm sure she'd love, below is the link for a really good website that specializes in angel products at reasonable prices.\n\nIf you'd like to do something a little more personal then how about writing her poetry and making it into a book?  I made my mom a book of poetry one year and to this day it is still the most treasured gift I've ever given her. I wrote all of the poems and really decorated the book nicely too. Or, you could write her one really good poem, perhaps about being your "angel", and either have it professionally penned in caligraphy (or do it yourself) and put some artwork with it and frame it.  It would make a beautiful, and personalized, picture.
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How about folding a piece of paper in half, writing on the outside of it Happy Mother's Day because you are special to me and then on the inside list all the things that make her special - you know the everyday things - like making you get up when you don't want to, take a shower, brush your teeth, do your chores, homework, etc. Tell her that even when you have the worst thoughts about her, you would never want them to come true because you know that you really love her - and then if you live where there is grass and wild flowers or weeds - pick some - they don't even have to be the most beautiful - and hand it all to her - and as you hug her neck - say Mom, I could have bought you anything, but I wanted to give you a little piece of my heart, but he surgeon wouldn't cut off just a little piece, so I hope this will do!  I promise you will have given her more than she could have ever desired of!  I know it's what my 13 year old son gave me - he's 17 now - and the notes are still my favorite gift from him!  And the hugs are the really special part!!
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Being a poet myself, I have to say it's a good poem, but what it's saying is you are not really dealing with the pain and hurt too well. My heart goes out to you. I hurt for you, and also, identify with you. I'm compiling a book of my poems, called "Pain On Paper". The poetry for us is a release of our pain...........keep on writing! You're doing good! Talk to somebody though, a friend, a counselor.......\nSOMEBODY! Get the pain out!!
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My God!  Even before I look for poems, I'd like to tell you how sorry I am.  My sincerest condolences.\n\nI'm back.  I've learned that the most requested poem for funerals is this one by Christina Rossetti\n\nRemember Me\nChristina Rossetti\n\nRemember me when I am gone away,\nGone far away into the silent land;\nWhen you can no more hold me by the hand,\nNor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.\nRemember me when no more, day by day,\nYou tell me of our future that you planned:\nOnly remember me; you understand\nIt will be late to counsel then or pray.\n\nYet if you should forget me for a while\nAnd afterwards remember, do not grieve:\nFor if the darkness and corruption leave\nA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,\nBetter by far you should forget and smile\nThan that you should remember and be sad.\n\nI realize that I don't know your friend and therefor can't really suggest something that will memorialize her or comfort her family and friends.  I'd suggest you look at the sites below.\nWhat can you say about your friend's life?  Remembering her life with a poem would be more of a tribute than thinking of her sad death.  A friend of my daughter's committed suicide earlier this year, absolutely a surprise to all, and in their sorrow, his friends and family could only look to what a fine young man he had been when they were looking for comfort.\n\nAnother idea would be to ask her English teacher at school to make a selection.\n\nBest to you.
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Here are a few.  \n\nThe first one is really good....it has very complete lessons- including assessments.  \n\nWhen your mom gets to these sites she can do a search for "FAMILY"
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b`coz she is your mom. my mom is agree whit your mom.see, i think all of moms say that.but we like this song b`coz we`re young and just like that kind of songs.i just hope when i`ll be as a mom dont do the same as my mom.
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AWESOME WORK.I AM A POET MYSELF AND I BEEN WRITING A LONG TIME AND I CAN SAY THAT YOUR POEM WAS SPECIAL.YOU ARE TALENTED YOU SHOULD SUBMIT SOME OF YOUR WORK ON POETRY SITES.ALL OF MY WORK IS AT LOVELANDIA UNDER THE NAME VALKATVAL.GO CHECK IT OUT AND START YOUR OWN PAGE,ITS A GREAT SITE,YOU'LL LOVE IT.
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Also try a card store - they have some lovely ones.  And here is a website that has poems about family.\n\nI hope this is helpful to you.  Best wishes.  I hope you and your family will be together again soon.
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happy mothers day to my mom who will be visiting me this weekend on a fluke of timing that worked out quite well,  to my dear friend beth... our kids are about the same age, and it truely is a million laughs a minute... and to my grandmother in law, even when they leave the house they are never gone!
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I could have written this question years ago. I completely understand you. My mother died when I was 9 years old. I'm turning 30 in 2 days and I miss her every single day. It's hard, but I have always made myself go on because I know she'd be so proud of the adult I've become. It's normal and natural to cry about missing her so don't let anyone tell you differently. Grieving is different for every person and only you can know what is best for you. But if you need to talk to someone, please do. My dad had a hard time talking about Mom after she died. Like you, I'm the spitting image of my mother. Dad stopped believing in God and it was hard for him to listen to me when I spoke of her because he was having his own hard time coping with her loss. He loved her so very much and I'm sure you're father feels just like my dad did. It was hard for my dad to look at me too at times simply because I look just like her, and I have her talent for writing, a legacy I'm proud to carry on. Your dad just needs some time to cope as well. You might benefit from talking to someone else...a counselor or if you're in school, someone there can help. It's hard to talk to other family members about it simply because as I said, everyone deals with loss in different ways. \n\nThe best way you can remember your mom is to take all the wonderful photos you have of her and put them together in an album you can always cherish. In today's computer age, you can even scan them and burn them to a disk so they will always be there forever. And you can focus on the talents she left you just like I did. I made a very nice career out of writing professionally but I won't be satisfied until I get my first book out there, which first and foremost will be dedicated to my wonderful mom who even in the short time I got to spend with her, taught me that I could be anything I wanted and to be a good person, something I will always cherish.\n\nNothing is wrong with you. And you can't let it go because she'll always be a part of you. But remember that life is for the living, and I know your mom would be very proud of you today too. She left you a legacy...use it in her good name and treasure it always. Good luck to you.
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I LOVE poetry! I even try to write a little, its probably no good.\nmy favorite is Lucille Clifton. if you haven't read anything of hers, you really should! simple, clear, very poetic, beautiful language!!!!\nif you like nature poetry, try Mary Oliver!