Fantasy world

Mother is, probably, one of those few words whose very mention inspires a flurry of emotions in the heart of even the cruelest person. The word Mother has stirred the imagination of people since time immemorial, resulting into a great outpouring of emotion, finding its way through poetry and literature. We all become poetic, in one way or the other, when it comes to describing or remembering our mom. A few poetic words, expressing our love and care, mean the world to her. Poems are, surely, the best way to express our feelings on the Mother's Day. Nothing can match the melody and fragrance of these poems on this beautiful occasion. We are putting up a few of these soul soothing Mother's day poems to help you in conveying your heart felt emotions to your dear mom. Happy Mother's day!

"I love you,"
- Carl Sandburg

"I love you,"
said a great mother.
"I love you for what you are
knowing so well what you are.
And I love you more yet, child,
deeper yet than ever, child,
for what you are going to be,
knowing so well you are going far,
knowing your great works are ahead,
ahead and beyond,
yonder and far over yet."


The family
- Mary Loberg

The family
is like a garden
with joy
for all to share,
With tender, growing blossoms
that thrive on love
and care,
And when
the flowers are gathered
for a very special day,
They make
a bright and beautiful
happiness bouquet.


Home
- Mary Catherine Shannon

I know a place that's paradise
For "gamesters" of all sorts-
For young and old competitors,
For in-and-outdoor sports.
The tournaments get under way
Each Saturday at dawn-
With board games on the carpet
And baseball on the lawn.

There's poker played for bottle caps
And football just for kicks,
Plus every other kind of thrill
From jacks to pick-up-sticks.

This living room Las Vegas,
This backyard Astrodome
Is always where the action is
And best of all-it's home!

Poetry By Mom

"I love you,"
- Carl Sandburg

I sit here quietly
Watching them while they sleep
I wonder
And my heart is torn
How my love for them
Grew so strong
That I feel breathless
It sometimes even hurts
Yet I am never tired
Of watching their little faces
As they sleep.

I can see
That they are running
In their dreams
Their legs move
Back and forth...
Are they on a beach?
Or in green grass fields?
So what if when I am tired
They ruin the room again
Are they not the reasons
Which makes me forget every pain
Oh Lord! Tell me
How possibly could I live?
Before I was a mother
I never knew this bliss.