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Unlike other poems that explore broader themes and imagery, "My Mother" focuses on the intimate bond between mother and child. Furthermore, it reflects the societal values of the time period, where the reverence for mothers was deeply ingrained in familial relationships.
Mother poems of love, gratitude and admiration. Poems for mothers give her what she longs to hear. Includes daughter, son, funny, short mom poems.
Mother poems to show the sacrifice and love a mother has for her child. Let poetry express that bond – whether it’s for Mother's Day, her Birthday or any occasion, share today!
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. This poem is in the public domain. Illustrations by Walter Crane (1845 - 1915),
Mar 22, 2017 · ‘My Mother’ is easy to parody and ridicule as a sentimental encomium to all mothers, but the poem, especially its second stanza, is a reminder that infant mortality was a very real danger in Taylor’s time, with many children not surviving past their first couple of years of life.
These ten poems beautifully capture the essence of a mother's love, dedication, and strength. From the tender words of Helen Steiner Rice to the powerful verses of Maya Angelou, each poem paints a vivid picture of the incredible bond between a mother and child.
My Mother by Ann Taylor. 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 taught my infant lips to pray And love God’s holy book and day, And walk in wisdom’s ...
Feb 10, 2018 · ‘My Mother’ is a famous poem, but its author is not so well-known. Ann Taylor (1782-1866) was not only a popular poet (who is best-remembered, in so far as she is remembered at all, for her verses for children) but also a literary critic of some repute.
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.
We’ve assembled a collection of poems for and by mothers and grandmothers. Some of them would make an excellent accompaniment to breakfast in bed. Others reflect the grief and pain that Mother’s Day can bring to those who have lost their mothers, or whose relationships with them remain complicated.
