Modern maternal love poems

Motherly love is a guzheng in trouble. When your loyalty is low, elegant melody comes and your eyes turn green immediately. Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead sculpture and leave it fresh and natural. The following are modern poems about maternal love, which I hope will help you.

Missing love in maternal love

sometimes

It's not persuading the person you love to do what you think is right.

love

sometimes

Is to let her experience the happiness in her eyes in her world.

pass

I always say to her

Why did you do that?

Why don't you know anything?

at that time

She is always wrong in my eyes.

at present

I really want to see her smile.

Look at her and smile.

Watch her with grandma.

Keep laughing.

It's right to make her laugh.

She is my mother.

I love the person I love-my mother.

[Mother] Author: Shu Ting

Your pale fingertips touch my temple.

I can't help acting like a child.

Hold on to your skirt

Ah, mom.

In order to keep your fading figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.

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

I still cherish that bright red scarf.

Afraid that cleaning will make it

Lose your unique warmth

Ah, mom.

Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?

I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.

How dare I open its screen easily?

I cried to you for a thorn.

Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.

I dare not moan.

Ah, mom.

I often look up at your photos sadly.

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep?

I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.

Although I have written many songs.

For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.

Ah, mom.

My sweet, soft and deep memory.

Not a torrent, not a waterfall.

It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.

[Poem for Mother] Author: Bing Xin

Mom, for a long time

I just want to write a poem for you.

But I wrote it many times.

I haven't written it yet

Mom, I wrote this poem for you.

I don't know how to start.

I don't know how to end it.

I don't know what to write.

It's like slapping you hard when you were a child.

I don't know whether to accept it bravely.

Or should I choose to escape?

Mom, I thought of you again tonight.

I decided to write a poem for you.

Even if it's not well written

Even if you are far from home.

Never read ...

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.

This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.

Wan Shui Qian Shan begged him to take her love and sorrow home.