#poems about mothers

[hersurvival]

My mother's door

Was unlocked for everyone.

Everyone else.

I was removing AC units

From the outside

To climb through windows.

While friends

Were given meals, blankets,

A temporary home.

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[zoe-a-scott]

I knows it’s wrong to believe your mother hates you deep down for her life, but my beginning was her end- how can you forgive yourself for taking someone apart and expecting them to hold you in love.

[words-i-think]

Don’t look at me,

Unless you are going to love me.

Don’t say my name so sweetly,

Unless you are going to hold me.

Don’t feed me poison,

Unless you are going to kill me.

Please leave me to return to dust.

I fear to be in your gaze.

[wr4thofth3lamb]

As I saw my mother tap someone’s childs head I nodded, I think, it’s easy to love someone else’s child, it’s the easiest thing to do, cause it’s not yours. I wish I was my mother someone else’s child.

[likewedream]

[avanillaopus]

lavender

You walk ahead of us as the afternoon sun beats down, a promise of glorious summer nights and even more glorious summer memories. The cracked pavement is flanked by blooming lavender bushes, their aroma acting as a time machine that transports me back to the most comforting moments of my girlhood.

Alice predicts what you’re going to do before the thought even occurs to you and we watch on in excited anticipation to see if she’s right. You reach out and pluck a flower from the bush as you walk, rub it between your fingers and bring it to the tip of your nose. You inhale as though it has magical properties. 

Nan used to that too and at that moment, you are a reflection of her, a reflection of the woman Alice is becoming, my own fate sealed with pretty purple petals. 

Most girls spend their entire lives fighting to become anyone but their mother, their grandmother, their sister, but not me. If I flower into half the woman you did, have an ounce of Nan’s strength and a fraction of Alice’s character, I’ll have become exactly who I always wanted to be.

- h.w, for my mother

[b0ydyke-g1rlfag]

when a baby bird learns to fly

it’s practically just falling

and there is hope that nature will take its course

but if the bird does not fly

it will hit the ground and die

and yet

no matter the chance of falling and dying

they still try to fly

even though it could destroy them

i think that sometimes i worry i am like a bird that wants very badly to fly away but knows that if it tries the risk of falling is far greater than the chance of flying

i wonder what it is like when a mother bird has to return to the nest to that

does she mourn?

would my mother mourn like a bird even if i did manage to fly?

[maryhall]

to my mother

i love you

like astronomers watch the stars 

i love you

like a dog starves itself

i love you

like we were close when i was young

i love you

[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

[mothmandibles]

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[asoftepiloguemylove]

I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL BUT I COULD BE

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[zoe-a-scott]

my mothers love didn’t come without it’s unkind words, but I treasured it like a child clinging to stuffed animal, I needed it more than I could speak.

[words-i-think]

I think I out grew my mother

Not in any way I was prepared for

I knew a time would come where her ways wouldn’t pair well with the coming the age. I knew a time would come where I would be disillusioned with her seemingly vast knowledge.

I knew a time would come where she would become the student and I the teacher.

but what I failed to predict is that she would no longer know what was best for me…

maybe it’s on obvious, but my heart is a little broken knowing that her advice is oft not well suited for me.

an old shirt you love, but has doesn’t fit the same.

[wr4thofth3lamb]

Yes, she is my mother, she is the woman who gave birth to me.

Yes, she is my mother, she is the woman who carried me on her belly.

Yes, she is my mother, fed me, bathed me when I was a baby.

No, she wasn’t my mother.

[likewedream]

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Oh this is perfect 🥹🌱

[katakaluptastrophy]

Then the nun came back and knocked on my door and said, John, I think I have it. I know you’re very scared right now, but I’m going to help you. Please let me in.

He said: I let her in. She’d brought P—’s gun.

As they stood in that filthy hallway, he looked down at the brown collection of clothes and body. She did too, recognising, dimly, what she was looking at. He said, “Don’t. This isn’t what she looks like.” - NTN, John 1:20

Are the brown clothes due to the floodwaters, or is this confirmation of Franciscan Cristabel?

Franciscanism has a particular interest in the natural world and solidarity with the poor, and a history of reading these interests through an apocalyptic lense. So of religious orders whose members might take particular interest in a group of anti-trillionnaire eco terrorists, Franciscanism feels like a pretty solid bet for Cristabel.

It's perhaps also relevant here that the same poem by St Francis that gave us the title of the anti global warming papal encyclical Laudato Si also gives praise to God through "our Sister Bodily Death".