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 endLike 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 thisAlthough 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