Three Modern Poems in Praise of Mother

# Poetry Appreciation # Introduction Mom is the joke of life; Mom is a wandering yearning; Mother is the care and anxiety before the child's bed; Mother is the ardent expectation of children's growth. Below, I will share with you modern poems praising my mother. Welcome to read!

Article 1: song of a mother

There is an umbrella,

Protect me from wind and rain,

For nearly forty years,

That's mom's hands covered with double cocoons.

There is a song,

Singing from middle school to now,

Endless aftertaste,

That's "mom's kiss".

There is a lamp,

Illuminate my confused life path,

With this day,

That's the lamp of hope that my mother lit for me.

There is a feeling that,

Since I was born,

Unswervingly,

It was my mother's unrequited love.

Chapter 2: For my mother.

Although I haven't said hello to you for a long time,

I didn't write to you, but don't let your heart

Doubt, as if your son should.

My deep love for you comes from my chest.

Disappear. Nothing like that stone,

Always rooted in the bottom of the water,

It will never leave its position, even if it is running water.

Sometimes with wind and waves, sometimes with soft waves through it.

It flows by, so people can't see it,

My love for you is so inseparable.

In my chest, despite the long river of life,

Sometimes I am hit by pain and roll violently.

Sometimes quietly caressed by happiness,

Coverage and blockade make it impossible.

You can't reflect around the sun.

The returning sunshine is in front of your loving mother.

Let you know how much your son respects you.

Chapter III: Eternal Mother

When I first opened my newborn eyes.

The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of my mother.

Love eyes and tears of joy-

Staring at you without blinking an eye.

Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively

But I can't express my feelings, just dancing around.

I am so anxious that you can't help crying loudly.

After many days and nights of cultivation

Sit up straight at last, your little body.

After adjusting EQ and IQ

Never wait, shout out life.

The most precious first sound-mom

This is the most touching original moral.

No matter how many languages there are in the world.

Only this cry is absolutely the same.

No music, no poetry.

It can be more touching than this.