A Tribute To Mothers - Poem by RuthNaomi Warren
As I sit here Mother, pondering the past,
I can remember, how the time went fast;
There were days you were too tired to listen,
But as a mother now, I need not question,
For, I’ve had some days that I couldn’t bear,
Hearing my child’s dream, or listen to their fare.
To me, Mother, you will always be great,
For without you, I’d have learned only hate;
For your prayers each day for me,
Have truly given me hope, you see;
So that I could bear the trials of today,
And want to listen to what my child has to say
Mother, you were there, even if too tired to hear,
From this, you taught what I really needed to fear;
You gave me a love for God that hasn’t died,
For you too, suffered and prayed and cried,
How much, this love for your children that now,
You still bear the cross, for you’ve learned how.
These words, don’t express my love for you,
For words mean little without actions too.
So, Mother dear, as the time goes by,
I will pray for you when I hear you sigh;
Letting you know, I care, as you have cared,
For us, in years past that we have shared.
Comments about A Tribute To Mothers by RuthNaomi Warren
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You