Poems for mom touching to tears
By the will of fate, one young mother gave birth to a son right on a pole. I barely managed to get to the bridge. But not a single soul here within a mile! There was no one to call for help. Intuitively an unhappy mother, she gave birth herself. She swaddled the baby in fluffy skirts and pressed her to her chest to keep her warm! Having taken off the last jacket, she covered her son and hugged her lovingly... This hug could not be separated. In the morning, the couple who found her dead, Mom, who warmed her son with herself. And surprisingly: he was alive! They buried their mother at the bridge, and adopted that boy. This couple did not reveal to anyone that the child was not their own. The surprised quarter spoke: “So God sent a son to the childless!” The boy grew up happy with them! He loved freedom and often walked in the fields. But no matter where he went for a walk, the old bridge always attracted him. He sat here for a long time, fishing. The river was overgrown and small, but he felt so good here. Walking from the church, he kept striving for the bridge, as if he were blessed by God here. He laughed quietly and, crying, prayed, laid flowers at an unfamiliar grave: “After all, there lived a man and loved someone!!!” When, having matured, he became serious, the Father called his son in a clean field: “I must tell you one secret!” So that I can live my old age in peace. The mother is dead, she won’t be able to tell; Yes, I’m not the father, and she’s not the mother!” He led me to that familiar grave, to the bridge, and told the whole story: “Twenty years ago, in January, there was such a snowstorm outside. My wife and I were driving along in a cart, Near the bridge here, suddenly we saw a woman clutching her son to her heart, a newborn, and not breathing. We buried it - here is a mound in silence, Here your dear mother lies. We then buried the secret from everyone, Because we were childless! You don’t owe your life to us, son, but to God, who saved you in your mother’s arms! He sent us to you to save us, taking us from the cold, frozen earth. I remember we cried when we saw that your mother’s arms were wrapped around you, warming you with the warmth of her tender love. She took off everything, and even her underwear - She wrapped the little body, son, yours. And, half naked, very lovingly, I warmed you with my breath. So you came to her on a date, to the place where you parted. Mother rests, son, here is yours, Wait, bow. I’ll go home!” A blizzard haze swirled over the field. But he shouted louder: “You saved me, my beloved, kind, mother! Oh, what, my dear, will I repay you with? You were chilly, you were freezing, But, having taken off everything, you saved me. Your love is sacrificial, poor mother, I cannot revive you, raise you! Although I won’t be able to do anything, I will warm your mound! I’ll warm you up!” And a passerby next to him marveled, frozen, Like a crying person, having taken off all his clothes, covering him, he hugged that mound and sobbed, warmed his mother as best he could! Oh, children, hurry, hurry quickly, and hug your mother tighter! While mother lives and is always waiting for you, Warm her as she warmed her! He will help you in everything, he will never betray you, he will give all the best to you, his children. And if a difficult time one day comes, then mom will protect and save!
Touching poems about mother to tears: 12 best
Website “Mom can do anything!” I collected the most touching poems about my mother. Mom is the closest person and she needs to talk about her love as often as possible. This selection of touching poems should appeal not only to mothers.
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It’s hard to live when you’ve lost your Mother forever. There are no happier people whose mother is alive. In the name of my fallen brothers, please think about my words.
No matter how the rush of events attracts you, No matter how it draws you into its whirlpool, Take care of your mother more than your eyes, From insults, from hardships and worries.
Pain for her sons, like chalk, will bleach her braids white. Even if your heart is hardened, Give mom a little warmth.
If you have become harsh in heart, be more gentle with her, children. Protect your mother from evil words. Know: children hurt everyone the most!
If your mothers are tired, you must give them a good rest. Protect them from black shawls, Protect women from war!
The mother will die, and the scars will not be erased. The mother will die, and the pain will not be quelled. I conjure: take care of your mother, Children of the world, take care of your mother!
Author: Gamzatov R.
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I know you love me, even though you get a little angry sometimes. And you worry when you call. Worried, you wait at the doorstep.
And I, as always, go light. I hang out with just anyone. And I only think about myself. About how tired all this is.
And having had a full walk, I’m not the first to rush to your door. And that silhouette by the window will believe my stories.
Thank you for beeing! Sorry for the scandals and drama. You are my pride. My honor! I love you very much, mom!
Author: Sokolova A.
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Let's sit in silence
Mom is sleeping, she’s tired... Well, I didn’t play! I don’t start the top, I sat down and sit.
My toys don’t make noise, It’s quiet in the empty room, And a golden ray creeps across my mother’s pillow.
And I said to the beam: “I want to move too.” I would like a lot: Read aloud and roll the ball.
I could sing a song, I could laugh... But what do I want! But mom is sleeping and I am silent.
The beam darted along the wall, and then slid towards me. “Nothing,” he seemed to whisper, “Let’s sit in silence!”
Author: Blaginina E.
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Song about mom
You know, mom, it’s an ordinary day without you we can’t live! The word mother is so familiar to us from the first days!
One has only to look closely - the whole world is warmed around with the warmth of a mother’s heart, gentle, kind hands...
Our troubles and adversities recede before you, It becomes clearer to us every year, How you fight for us!
Mom, - there is no dearer friend - Do you believe in our every takeoff! Who else, like you, will help? Who else will understand like you?
Author: Sadovsky M.
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The word Mother is a holy word, And the source of Life is in it. Even Jesus Christ himself was born by the Mother of God.
Our souls are attached to our dear mother. It is protection, it is support, our strength is also in it.
There is no person in the world who does not know the word Mother. In it, Life's Light and Grace are warmed with the warmth of Love.
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Mom and Motherland are very similar: Mom is beautiful, Motherland is too! Take a closer look: mom’s eyes are the same color as the sky.
Mom’s hair is like wheat, Earing ears in endless fields. Mom’s hands are warm and tender, they resemble a ray of sunshine.
If a mother sings a song, then a cheerful and ringing stream echoes her... This is how it should be: what is dear to us always reminds us of our mothers.
Author: Starikov A.
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Gift for mom
I'll take pencils and draw lan-dy-shi. Then I’ll put them in a vase and pour water into it... I’ll give my mother both the drawing and the flowers at once.
Author: Stepanov V.
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Moms
Mothers love to eat jam, Sitting in the kitchen in the dark, Singing, dancing, on Sunday, If no one sees them.
Mothers love to measure puddles, Finding them in the hot summer, Forgetting the keys to the door, And then wandering around somewhere.
Mothers love to sleep on Saturday and sculpt elephants out of snow, and skip work, and run around without a hat in winter.
Moms love to bite candy and ride the tram, but they are silent about it, why? No one knows…
Author: Gerasimova D.
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Inextinguishable maternal light - Living with your original destiny. And it doesn’t matter how old you are - For her, you are still a child.
Holy are mother's dreams, the meaning of a mother's life, the basis. Mom is the embodiment of kindness, the first word we all have in life.
With the heart constantly and everywhere Together with us is the essence of humble love. She will replace everyone in our lives, But no one will replace her for us.
The saint will protect with prayer from trouble that seemed inevitable - Like a golden ray of sunshine breaks through the dark clouds.
Mothers often cry because of us... Years will fly by - suddenly we discover: Every tear from her eyes lays a leaden weight on her soul.
In the bustle, in the cycle of days, do not surround yourself with emptiness, and do not offend mothers, and do not be offended by mothers.
Author: Kotikov V.
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I love my mom
My mother brings me toys and candy, but that’s not why I love my mother.
She sings funny songs, We are never bored together.
I tell her all my secrets. But I love my mother not only for this.
I love my mother, I’ll tell you straight, Well, simply because she is my mother!
Author: Davydova L.
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Mothers
I remember the bedroom and the lamp. Toys, a warm bed and your sweet, gentle voice: “Guardian angel above you!”
It used to be that the nanny undresses me and scolds me in a half-whisper, and a sweet dream, misting my eyes, leans toward her shoulder.
You will cross yourself, you will kiss, You will remind me that he is with me, And you will charm me with faith in happiness... I remember, I remember your voice!
I remember the night, the warmth of the crib, the lamp in the dark corner And the shadows from the chains of the lamp... Were you not an angel?
Author: Bunin I.
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Who helps mom
So, tell me, is it really Mom who makes all the beds alone, irons my shirt,
Sweeps the floor everywhere And cooks dinner, Treats my cold If I have a cold?
No, this cannot be! Someone secretly helps mom in the hallway, and in the garden, and in the bath.
Maybe elves? Or gnomes? Genie, the most powerful? Or do good dragons work for mom?
If I were a fairy-tale creature, I would help my mother too - with magic!
Author: Volkova N.
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Who loves you, children, more, Who loves you so tenderly And takes care of you, Without closing his eyes at night? "Mom dear." Who rocks the cradle for you, Who sings songs to you, Who tells you fairy tales and gives you toys? "Mom is golden." If, children, you are lazy, disobedient, playful, which happens sometimes, - who sheds tears then? “That’s all she is, dear.”
Author: Kosyakov I.
Short poems about mom
We'll start with short poems about mom, which are perfect for kids 3 and 4 years old, to be sung in kindergarten or at a family holiday, for example, in honor of March 8th. In general, it’s very cool when children learn to express their love and respect for their parents from an early age. Reading poetry brings pleasure not only to adults, but also to the children themselves.
I think this moves many mothers to tears, it’s so heartfelt and sincere, our mothers can read beautiful lines to us. Before you start learning a piece, choose the option that your child can definitely handle in terms of speech and memory development.
Next to my mother I will fall asleep, I will cling to her with my eyelashes. You, eyelashes, don’t blink, you won’t wake up Mommy.
Mom, I love you so much that I don’t really know. I will give the name “Mama” to the big ship.
There is no more important word in the world There are only four beeches in it Like warm pajamas Mom will always warm us
I love my mother, I will give her a gift. I made the gift myself from paper with paints. I will give it to my mother, hugging her tenderly.
A ruddy apple I won’t eat alone, I’ll give half an apple to my beloved mother. (E. Stekvashova)
I am the housewife with my mother. We play hands together. Then mom cooks food, and I play and grow.
Mom’s hands are warm, Mom’s eyes are bright, Mom’s fairy tale is in a dream, Mom’s genes are in me, Mom’s thoughts are with me, My bow to Mom is on earth.
Mom, I love you very, very much. I love you so much that I can’t sleep in the dark at night. I peer into the darkness, I urge the dawn, It’s already dawn, there is no one in the world better than my mother
I’ll build a robot for my mom so that he can do all the work around the house and wash and iron, fry and cook, and sweep and wash the floors in the apartment.
Mom's smile Brings happiness into the house, Mom's smile is needed everywhere, in everything!
I give a poem to mom and grandma. Dear, good ones - I love you most of all!
My mother’s hands are a pair of white swans: So tender and so beautiful, There is so much love and strength in them!
There are many mothers in this world, Children love them with all their hearts. There is only one mother, she is dearer to me than anyone else. Who is she? I will answer: This is my mom! V. Russu
I will cut out a piece from colored paper. From it I will make a Little flower. I'll prepare a gift for mommy. My most beautiful Mom! (O. Chusovitina)
Mom will caress you, Mom will cheer you up. If he scolds, He will always forgive. With her I'm not afraid of any villain. There is no kinder and more beautiful Mommy!
Beautiful poems even for such a young age, isn’t it? Next, our poetic page will continue with poems for older children, approximately 5, 6, 7 years old. Perhaps some children will already be able to remember and tell them at the age of 4.
There are many kind words in the world, But one of them is kinder and more tender. Of two syllables, a simple word - “mother”, And there are no words dearer than it!
Mom is sunshine, the look of wonderful gentle eyes. It will save you from a thousand troubles and help you a thousand times. Childhood is a golden time. How wonderful it is to know that Mom is with me, like an angel, kind, my best friend, dear.
My mother and I are truly the best friends in the whole world. I'm in mom's tow, Where mom goes, I go. Together in the kitchen and in the barn, In the vegetable garden and in the garden, We eat together, play together and swim in the pond.
I want to collect tender words in a bouquet, I’ll give them to the best mommy in the world. I will tie it with a ribbon of love, There is no one in the world dearer than mother. For love, for affection, for priceless work, Let my bouquets bloom for her!
Who came to me this morning? - mommy. Who said: “It’s time to get up”? - mommy. Who managed to cook the porridge? - mommy. Should I pour some tea into a bowl? - mommy. Who braided my hair? - mommy. Swept the whole house by yourself? - mommy. Who picked flowers in the garden? - mommy. Who kissed me? - mommy. Who as a child loves laughter? - mommy. Who is the best in the world? - mommy.
Congratulations to my dear mother. And I will tell mommy: “I love you!” I have fun with you, joyfully playing, listening to songs together, dancing together.
Mom has warm hands like the sun, They know how to caress so tenderly, They will cure pain, relieve boredom, They are ready to hug you at any moment. While playing, they gently tousle my hair, bake pies on weekend mornings, and cheerfully tickle my feet in bed, when I don’t want to wake up myself. They will iron all the dresses, shirts and trousers, And then they will find another job... I stroke my mother’s tired hands, - Let them rest at least a little.
Our mother is like spring: The way the sun laughs, The way the summer breeze touches my head. Then she gets a little angry, As if a cloud came running, Then, like a rainbow, she: Looks - and shines! Like a caring spring, She won’t sit down and won’t get tired. When she comes home, And immediately spring will come.
Are you already moved? There are even more touching works ahead. In the meantime, I propose to move on to humorous and funny poems.
Adult touching poems for mom from the heart
Oh, how wonderful this word “mother” is! Everything on earth is from mother's hands. She taught us, disobedient and stubborn, Good - the highest of sciences. Yes, the word “mother” has long been popular among people, raised above the brightest stars. Dear mother, dear nanny, we bring you flowers on holidays. Both in the city and in the small village You are the most precious thing to us, only you.
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To anyone who lives in this world, To love, who can, think and breathe, On our sinful blue planet, there is no closer word than mother. Our mothers, dear mothers, will give us their hearts and lives without words. For us they are truly saints, It doesn’t matter that there are no halos on their heads. We remember our mother as if we remember God when something bad suddenly happens to us. Sometimes the road of fate is bumpy, However, mothers will always understand their children. They will understand children in joy and sorrow, and will protect their own children from troubles. With my dear mother, only my mother is knee-deep in the sea, Only my mother needs advice in difficult times. We have walked different roads in life, No matter how many winters and how many years, But we have long known this truth: There is no one more dear than mother.
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I want, my mother, for you to be the happiest in the world, to sleep peacefully at night, so that your gaze is radiant and bright;
I didn’t know that there was any grief or sadness, No tears were visible in your eyes, And everything you dreamed about, Like in a fairy tale, would immediately come true;
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No matter what happens to me in life, Joy, happiness or sorrow - who knows? I want you not to get sick, so that you don’t grow old, dear. May all my troubles and sorrows remain a secret from you, may your grandchildren and adult children not add wrinkles to you. If happiness is a stranger, I won’t talk about my luck, After all, no one will understand like a mother, Only mothers cry with joy. I, my kindest one, spoke few tender words to you, I did not listen to your advice and did not notice your insults. Forgive my inattention, I kiss your hands mentally. Please, take care of yourself, You are the only one I have, the only one.
Thank you, mom, for your love! Sorry for the pain and anxiety. Thank you, mommy, for everything. My deepest bow to you! You, in my life, are the captain and confessor and guardian, a sip of water in the sultry desert, my friend, mentor and teacher. Thank you, mommy, for everything! Let all worries bypass you, A smile shines in your eyes, And the roads will be easy.
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I want, my mother, for you to be the happiest person in the world, to sleep peacefully at night, so that your gaze is radiant and bright.
I didn’t know that there was any grief or sadness, No tears were visible in your eyes, And everything you dreamed about, Like in a fairy tale, would immediately come true.
To be sincerely loved by everyone, And there were true friends nearby. I wish to visit those countries of the world, whatever your darling wishes.
I wish you good health without measure, To be surrounded by a friendly family, In your work, success and a great career I wish you, your dear daughter!
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Wrinkles, mom, let them fall only from laughter, Years are not an obstacle to all plans. May your longing never come to your home, but may your grandchildren’s laughter give you a charge of energy.
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Not true! Angels have names... Last name, address and mobile number! And kind hands, mirror eyes, Which love so sincerely, strongly! Not true! They sometimes get tired... And they also want attention and affection, They give themselves to the end without sparing, Trying to prolong your good fairy tale! Not true! The soul of angels cries... They often turn gray so early, It’s not true! Angels have names, There are no warmer names - this is MOTHER...
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There is a simple word. Anyone can understand it, For anyone’s heart it is sacred, After all, it contains everything:
Care, and affection, and tenderness, Warmth from hands and smiles, Serenity from the first sleep, Milk on children's lips.
The power of this word is stubborn, Everyone in life has said it, After all, it’s her, it’s mom. Which means the beginning has begun.
Let every mother today hear the words from her children: Be happy and content. We, mommy, love you!
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This is fate! To beg, to give birth, to nurture, to feed with oneself - And with this son to protect the native country from robbery. Yes! And give birth, and protect, And rise to the victorious feast! And then walk for a whole century with one uncryed pain.
