Her efforts are unceasing, her blessings are never in vain, and her love never fades but keeps on shining like the sun peeking out of stormy clouds of rain. Mother is always the greatest source of inspiration in the life of a child. Right from the moment a child is born to the moment of eternity; she's always been there to inspire and transpire the child into the person he/she grows up to be. It is the mother who instills in her child the art of living a good life through godlike maternal nurturing and best friend like support. Although she's been there through thick and thin, at times, it happens that even the ever-inspiring mom tends to feel a bit low in life. In such a case, it becomes the responsibility of a child to motivate his/her mom and make her smile again. So, this Mother's Day, write a card for your mom with inspirational poems. If you can't write one, scroll below and find some ideas.
Inspiring Poetry for Mother's Day
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.
- By Unknown Author
Happiness Can Also Be a Haunting
Happiness can also be a haunting,
A text one can recite but cannot read.
Peace need not erase the need for need,
Pressed to a perfection one finds daunting.
Yet often one can win with little warning,
Mothering the plant without the seed,
Of help in breeding though of different breed,
Taking pleasure in another's dawning.
How one feels depends on how one chooses,
Embracing always less that what one wills,
Redeeming even tragedy with passion
'Mid the sinking tapestries of night.
So may you find the courage that refuses
Dominion to the clarity that kills,
Awakening the mother that might fashion
Yearning strong enough to see the light
- By Nicholas Gordon
The bravest battle that ever was fought!
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not;
'Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
From mouth of wonderful men!
But deep in a walled-up woman's heart
Of a woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently bore her part
Lo, there is the battlefield!
No marshalling troops, no bivouac song,
No banner to gleam and wave;
But oh! those battles, they last so long
From babyhood to the grave.
Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars,
She fights in her walled-up town
Fights on and on in her endless wars
Then silent, unseen, goes down.
Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,
And soldiers to shout and paise!
I tell you the kingliest victories fought
Were fought in those silent ways.
O spotless woman in a world of shame,
With splendid and silent scorn,
Go back to God as white as you came
The Kingliest warrior born!
- Joaquin Miller