Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I'm no more your mother Than the
Browse below for poems appropriate for Mother’s Day.
|1885||To My Mother||Robert Louis Stevenson|
|1881||[Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome]||Christina Rossetti|
|1859||Rock Me to Sleep||Elizabeth Akers Allen|
|1849||To My Mother||Edgar Allan Poe|
|1842||To My Mother||Christina Rossetti|