Poems about Mom

Dread

She found the lump on her breast one day

Didn't go to the doc, nothing to say

Passing it off like nothing matters

Until that day our hearts were shattered

Sick and defeated she died in her bed

Burying mother is what I would dread

I recall all the times she was happy and free

My dear Lord please, don't let this thing be

Then I heard a voice so still and small

Be of good cheer my child she is in awe

She lives with me now praising my name

Just wants you to know life isn't the same

She made her choice to live life for me

Decided to not get help and be set free

Make wise choices as through life you go

Get the help you need and don't tell me no

The doctors use the wisdom I gave

So cancer cannot make you its slave.

Mothers Day- an acrostic poem

Pro 31:10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

Mom invariably loves her children.

Often giving, when she should be

Taking privileges, for punishment.

Having inner strength,

Even when they had been licentious.

Resisting temptations to bruise,

So she can then regenerate them,

Distributing unconditional love equally to them,

As they thank her for the virtuous times,

Yet to be discovered.

My mother passed away in 1998, after battling the dreadful disease of cancer. She fought long and hard, but was eventually called home to be with the Lord. I dedicate this poem in her honor. I still miss her, even today.