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Poems for Mother's Day


Whether protecting or pampering, loving or coddling, mothers tend to occupy a mythic space—children may see them as creators, god-like beings who nourish and mend, and over time, have to learn how to see them as fallible—real people with their own histories, challenges, and needs. Many writers have explored their relationships with their mothers, sometimes with words of ecstatic love and devotion, as in Edgar Allan Poe’s poem "To My Mother":

     The angels, whispering to one another,
     Can find, among their burning terms of love,
     None so devotional as that of “Mother”

Poets have often celebrated the complex relationship between mother and child. Some see mothers as teachers, offering practical and emotional lessons and advice, as well as compassion and strength. They can be a source of inspiration. In "For My Mother," for example, May Sarton writes:

     I summon you now
     Not to think of
     The ceaseless battle
     With pain and ill health,
     The frailty and the anguish.
     No, today I remember
     The creator,
     The lion-hearted.

Of course, mothering is not an easy task, and relationships between mothers and children can be strained. Sylvia Plath wrote one of the most searing poems about a mother-child relationship in the poem "Medusa," addressing the mother who calls often on the telephone:

     In any case, you are always there,
     Tremulous breath at the end of my line,
     Curve of water upleaping
     To my water rod, dazzling and grateful,
     Touching and sucking.

But in the best familial circumstances, poets remember both the good and the bad about their relationships with their mothers, and are able to portray the complexities of a relationship in which the mother is both mysterious and intimately known. In Seamus Heaney’s sequence "Clearances," written in memory of his mother, he includes a sonnet about the lovely mundane moments that happened while he and his mother peeled potatoes in the kitchen, the rest of the family away at church:

     So while the parish priest at her bedside
     Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying

     And some were responding and some crying
     I remembered her head bent towards my head,
     Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives—
     Never closer the whole rest of our lives.

Poetic Greetings, Essays & More for Mothers

By Hand: Lines for Mother’s Day
Find the right words to say to your mother for Mother’s Day with this selection of meaningful lines you can share in your own personalized, poetic greeting.

Going for Motherlode: On Adrienne Rich’s Of Woman Born
In this essay, Miranda Field takes a look at Adrienne Rich’s important feminist text Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, in which Rich discusses what Field calls the “chasm separating women’s actual (or at least potential) link to maternity, and the ‘theories, ideals, archetypes, descriptions’ patriarchal culture substitutes for this real relationship."

Mother Knows Best
The poets in this collection—Toi Derricotte, Juan Felipe Herrera, Jim Moore, Valzhyna Mort, Sharon Olds, and Sandra Simonds—present poems about their mothers and discuss their mothers’ responses to the poems written about them.

On Human Cylinders: The Pregnant Poet
In this essay, Danielle Pafunda discusses the ways writers have traditionally approached poetry of pregnancy and the female body, and examines how poets like Maxine Chernoff, Toi Derricotte, Susan Howe, Alice Notley, Anne Sexton, and more approach the subject.

Relative Strangers: Remembering My Grandmother Ruth Stone
Poet and essayist Hillery Stone, the granddaughter of poet Ruth Stone, discusses her memories of, and relationship with, her grandmother and the last moments of the celebrated poet’s life.

Further Reading for Mother's Day & Beyond

Not for Mothers Only
Not for Mothers Only: Contemporary Poems on Child-Getting and Child-Rearing, edited by Catherine Wagner and Rebecca Wolff
The anthology includes nearly eighty poets writing on topics such as adoption, parenting guide books, and single parenthood, in poems that address the politics, difficulties, and satisfactions of mothering.


Mother Love
Mother Love, by Rita Dove
In this collection, Dove takes the classic mother-daughter tale of Demeter and Persephone out of the realm of Greek myth and places them in settings as various as Arizona, Mexico, and a bistro in Paris.

Poems for Mothers

Rock Me to Sleep” by Elizabeth Akers Allen
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight …

Jugglers” by Francisco Aragón
She and I on a beach eating prawns:

Another Poem for Mothers” by Erin Belieu
Mother, I’m trying …

The Angel that presided ‘oer my birth” by William Blake
The Angel that presided ‘oer my birth …

Mother” by Herman de Coninck
What you do with time …

Mother o’ Mine” by Rudyard Kipling
If I were hanged on the highest hill …

To My Mother” by Edgar Allan Poe
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above …

Mother” by Lola Ridge
Your love was like moonlight …

[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome]” by Christina Rossetti
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome …

To My Mother” by Robert Louis Stevenson
You too, my mother, read my rhymes …

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Poems on Mothers & Motherhood

Motherhood, 1951” by Ai
Dear Saint Patrick, this is Peggy …

Equivalents” by Mónica de la Torre
My child is my mother …

My Mother Would Be a Falconress” by Robert Duncan
My mother would be a falconress …

Frequently Asked Questions: #9” by Camille T. Dungy
Don’t you think you should have another child?

Abeyance” by Rebecca Foust
I made soup tonight, with cabbage, chard …

Postpartum” by Hiromi Itō
Childbirth was not dying nor defecating …

The Red Sweater” by Joseph O. Legaspi
slides down into my body, soft …

My Mother Sent Me” by Michael Meyerhofer
a text message …

Morning Song” by Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch …

The Rule of Opulence” by Khadijah Queen
Bamboo shoots on my grandmother’s side path …

Economics” by Victoria Redel
There were strollers, outgrown, circulated till a wheel fell off …

My Mother Was No White Dove” by Reginald Shepherd
no dove at all, coo-rooing through the dusk …

The Sick Child” by Robert Louis Stevenson
O Mother, lay your hand on my brow!

My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer” by Mark Strand
When the moon appears …

With Child” by Genevieve Taggard
Now I am slow and placid, fond of sun …

My Mother’s Lips” by C. K. Williams
Until I asked her to please stop doing it and was astonished …

Mama, Come Back” by Nellie Wong
Mama, come back …

Mother’s Day” by David Young
I see her doing something simple, paying bills …

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The Poetics of Multitasking

Tina Chang on Multi-tasking


Brooklyn Poet Laureate Tina Chang discusses her various responsibilities—as poet, public advocate, and mother—and how she balances all of those roles at once.