Mother's Day Poems 1 Thanksgiving Mother's Day
Mom!
I saw some silver threads in your bun.
This is proof of your hard work in raising me.
I deeply appreciate your love for me.
So I want to be your dutiful son,
But how can the real problems in life make everything go smoothly?
Please be more understanding and tolerant.
After all, I can't do anything perfect.
Because I think there are no perfect people and things in the world,
In that case, I have to try my best to honor you.
First of all, we should step into old age healthily and happily.
Then I will be proud and proud to have a mother like you.
Because you gave me life and raised me,
Teach me filial piety and educate me to be self-reliant.
Many of your traditional maternal virtues can't be learned in class.
I learn from you.
What I can't learn from you is,
I can only find it in books and social life.
Mom!
I am your son. draw
I can't bear to make you suffer,
I can't bear to make you sad.
But there are always some disappointments in life.
Although I can't stand up, I have a clear conscience.
I think having a filial son is your greatest happiness.
Whether I am rich or poor.
You can enjoy your great maternal love,
I'm already very happy.
So I want to thank you,
Thank you for your selfless love.
Reward you with an honest and kind heart,
Dear mom.
Today is Mother's Day,
I wish you happiness and health.
I will always be your son,
You will always be my good mother.
Mother's Day Poem 2 "To Mother's Day"
When I was a child, I was a newly unearthed seedling.
Mother is a tall buttonwood tree.
She was strong and upright then,
Lush,
Give me a green one.
Even in the hot summer, I am cool and happy.
Peace of mind.
Whenever there is a storm,
She sheltered me from the wind and rain with thick branches and leaves.
In the severe winter, she would rather be cold.
Let the cold wind blow, let the dense leaves cover the phoenix tree;
She shivered in the cold night.
Day after day, year after year,
She watched the little phoenix tree grow up with kind eyes
She smiled happily and shook off the dew.
Under her care, the small phoenix tree is healthy and strong, and there is no joy or worry.
One day,
Many branches and leaves suddenly fell on the small phoenix tree.
The branches and leaves are yellow, and there are crystal tears hanging on the leaves.
Small raised his head,
In the past years, the phoenix tree has become old and gloomy.
The branches are wrinkled and the skin is rough.
Naturally, she has now become an old tree with solitary leaves.
At this time, Xiao's heart of pain arises spontaneously.
She said to Wu Tong: I will be as tall and straight as you in the future.
I will stay with you all my life and accompany you to the end of my life.
Mother's Day Poem 3 "Mom, Mom"
Your silvery hair, rickety body and lonely figure
You are old.
You associate with neighboring villages.
You are 80 years old, and you still fetch water and cook by yourself.
You are still attached to my childhood home.
Hometown of dreams
You have raised our four children all your life.
Four children are the pride of your life.
The pigeons you let go are the concern of your life.
Hope for survival
Every time I mention this to someone,
Zhang Shanliang's face is always full of smiles.
mother
I have been through a lot.
A long-suffering mother
How can a blunt pen write thousands of words?
I'm in love.
Mother's Day Poem 4 "Praise Mother"
Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?
Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know
The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.
It's been a long time. Mother, as if nothing had happened.
Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?
It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears
Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.
Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word
Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.
Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?
Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
So there is a vague topic called maternal love.
It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.
Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.
Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage
Brushed the heart of love, but still
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom
Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where
Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.
And you, on fertile soil.
Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.
And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.
My real name. In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.
Mother's Day Poetry 5 "Songs for Mother's Day"
In childhood
Motherly love is the cradle.
Mother hummed nursery rhymes.
Shake it, shake it.
I rocked to Waipo Bridge.
When I grow up
Maternal love is a bowl.
Hot egg noodles
And a new cotton-padded coat.
There is heat in my heart
Body warmth
afterwards
Motherly love is just some trivial nagging.
There are thousands of instructions before leaving.
Son, it's good to be at home. It's always difficult to go out.
It's not good to be outside. I miss home.
Just come back early.
Now
Motherly love is the telephone in your hand.
There are also long telephone lines that are pulled.
Home phone number
Wanderers dial their hearts every night.