What are some modern poems about maternal love on Mother’s Day?

Modern poems about maternal love (1):

"Mountain of Mother's Love"

The phone was pressed tightly to my ear and the call went through

< p>The mother's nagging came from the other end

Like the naughty moon in the quiet night

It broke through the pocket made of clouds in the sky

It spread out Stars all over the place

Hung up the phone

Am I not the same as her?

My thoughts are choked in my throat

Tears welling up< /p>

When I close my eyes, I always see a broad and fat figure

Swaying at the door of my long-lost home

Calling my baby name over and over again

Drip from the roots of the ears into the heart

Filial piety has not yet been said

My mother’s ears have been worn out by the years

I want to ask about the temples that are lit up by the wind and frost.

Will the silver thread be as thick as before?

I can clearly see my mother under the red light of the setting sun

The back is beginning to stoop

It is not the setting sun The light deviates from the outline

But the mother's love piles up on the back and forms a mountain

Modern poems about maternal love (2):

"Mother"

Mother is like a bright light in the dark night.

When I lose my way,

she will guide me towards the light.

My mother is like the bright moon in the autumn night

When I am lonely and helpless,

she will accompany me and give me confidence.

My mother is busy all day long for me,

She works tirelessly and has no regrets,

On this annual Mother’s Day

I want to say, mom is grateful to you!

Modern poems about maternal love (3):

"The Light of Maternal Love"

There is a kind of love

Even if you are still in the womb

It can also

love you deeply

There is a kind of love

No need for gorgeous expressions

But you always believe that it is true love

There is a kind of love

It has no racial color

Its light

Shines inside and outside the universe< /p>

Mother’s love

From the first time you sucked milk

You will definitely be there

Unforgettable forever

Mother Love

As plain as a cabbage

Its charm

is as deep as the sea

Mother's love

Even though it has left

You still feel its presence

Modern poems about maternal love (4):

"Mother"

Your pale fingertips caress my temples

I can't help but hold on to your clothes tightly like I did when I was a child

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Oh, mother

To keep your disappearing figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps

I still I dare not open my eyes for a long time

I still treasure that bright red scarf

I am afraid that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth

Oh, mother

The passage of time is also ruthless

I am afraid that the memory will also fade

How dare I open its screen so easily

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I once cried to you for a thorn

Now wearing a crown of thorns, I dare not

Not even a moan

Oh, mother

I often look up at your photos sadly

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep

< p>I don’t dare to display the sacrifices of love like this

Although I have written many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn

Oh, Mother

My sweet and deep yearning

It is not a torrent, not a waterfall

It is a dry well hidden by flowers and trees that cannot sing