Certain moments in life may trigger you to tell your mom how much she has impacted your life. Or you could be a mother looking for the words to appreciate your son just before he gets married or moves to a different country. Or you may just want to celebrate the unconditional love you share. Whatever the occasion, we have the right words for you. Keep reading to check out these powerful poems that best describe the bond between a mother and her son.
30 Beautiful Poems About Mother-Son Relationship
Best Mother To Son Poems
1. Son, I Owe All My Gray Hairs To You
I had brown hair when you were born, But that didn’t last very long. I owe my gray hairs to you, my boy, And I’ll remind you how I got each one. Those gray hairs at my temples All came out from the time you went fishing In your Daddy’s expensive saltwater tank, And some of those fish are still missing. Those gray hairs along my hairline Are not highlights I got from my beautician They appeared when you tore through the neighbor’s garden Like you were on a search and destroy mission That smattering of gray you see Growing right out of my crown Is a souvenir I got from that wedding Where you hurled on the bride’s fancy gown. They say gray hair is a mom’s badge of honor, And that may very well be true, But I wouldn’t trade them for all the world, If it meant one less second with you – Kelly Roper
2. Mother To Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there ain’t been no light. So, boy, don’t you turn back. Don’t you set down on the steps. ‘Cause you find it’s kinder hard. Don’t you fall now— For I’se still goin’, honey, I’se still climbin’, And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. – Langston Hughes
3. We Go Together Like Mother And Son
Peanut butter and jelly, moon and star, these iconic pairings can’t compare to what we are. We go together like mother and son a match made in heaven. We’re stick together whether you’re seven or eleven! When two things fit like the Earth and the sun, they can only be mother and son. – Michele Meleen
4. The Mother’s Son
I have a dream– a dreadful dream– A dream that is never done. I watch a man out his mind, And he’s my Mother’s Son They pushes him into a Mental Home, And that is like the grave: For they do not let you sleep upstairs, And you aren’t allowed to shave. And it was not disease or crime Which got him landed there, But because they laid on My Mother’s Son More than a man could bear What with noise and fear of death, Waking, and wounds, and cold, They filled the Cup for My Mother’s Son Fuller than it could hold. They broke his body and his mind And yet they made him live, And They asked more of My Mother’s Son Than any man could give. For just because he had not died, Nor been discharged nor sick, They dragged it out with My Mother’s Son Longer than he could stick…. And no one knows when he’ll get well — So, there he’ll have to be: And, ‘spite of the beard in the looking-glass, I know that man is me! – Rudyard Kipling
5. A Mother Knows Her Son
My dear, sweet boy I’ve seen it all from your first kicks to your first kiss. You might think right now you know it all, but I’ve seen more of you than you ever knew. A Mother knows her son better than anyone ever could because I gave you life and help you shine your light. – Michele Meleen
6. Mother And Son
My son I am here I cannot protect you From the world. My son I am here I can only love you No matter what My son I am here My love unconditional On this you can rely My son I am here To guide and to teach you And now you must fly My son I am here Life can be difficult I hear your cry My son I am here Changes are painful Never forget who you are My son I am here Maintain the faith In yourself and in God My son I am here Self-acceptance is yours Do not fear My son I am here – Rose Falcone
7. Wishes For My Son
If wishes were like seeds on a dandelion in the yard, I blow mine out on a breeze for Mother Nature to safeguard. I’d wish for my son to be happy and free like the bright burning sun or a bird in a tree. I’d wish for my son to feel safe and loved like man when life had begun and the angels up above. – Michele Meleen
8. Mother And Son
Now all day long the man who is not dead Hastens the dark with inattentive eyes, The woman with white hand and erect head Stares at the covers, leans for the son’s replies At last to her importunate womanhood- Her hand of death laid on the living bed; So lives the fierce compositor of blood. She waits; he lies upon the bed of sin Where greed, avarice, anger writhed and slept Till to their silence they were gathered in: There, fallen with time, his tall and bitter kin Once fired the passions that were never kept In the permanent heart, and there his mother lay To bear him on the impenetrable day. The falcon mother cannot will her hand Up to the bed, nor break the manacle His exile sets upon her harsh command That he should say the time is beautiful- Transfigured by her own possessing light: The sick man craves the impalpable night. Loosed betwixt eye and lid, the swimming beams Of memory, blind school of cuttlefish, Rise to the air, plunge to the cold streams- Rising and plunging the half-forgotten wish To tear his heart out in a slow disgrace And freeze the hue of terror to her face. Hate, misery, and fear beat off his heart To the dry fury of the woman’s mind; The son, prone in his autumn, moves apart A seed blown upon a returning wind. O child, be vigilant till towards the south On the flowered wall all the sweet afternoon, The reaching sun, swift as the cottonmouth, Strikes at the black crucifix on her breast Where the cold dusk comes suddenly to rest- Mortality will speak the victor soon! The dreary flies, lazy and casual, Stick to the ceiling, buzz along the wall. O heart, the spider shuffles from the mould Weaving, between the pinks and grapes, his pall. The bright wallpaper, imperishably old, Uncurls and flutters, it will never fall. – Allen Tate
9. I’d Choose You Again, Son
I may not be your mother by birth, But you’re my true son in my heart. I chose to create this bond with you, And no one can tear it apart. I couldn’t love you more even if I had carried you in my own womb. My heart’s bursting at the seams with love, And there simply isn’t any more room. I bless the woman who gave you life And let you come to our family. If I had to do it all over, I’d choose you again as the son for me. – Kelly Roper
10. Prayers For My Son
My son, who art from Heaven I gave you a strong name. Your kingdom will come as your work here is done my own little piece of heaven. I pray you give me each day as a gift of love and forgive me whenever I’m wrong. – Michele Meleen
11. From Kindergarten to Graduation
I remember the sunshine that morning When I took your little hand in mine. Together we walked those few blocks to school Where you went for the very first time. I remember the unsure look on your face As we entered the classroom door. You tightened your grip on my hand because You’d never been to school before. I smiled at you to show it was okay, And took you to meet your new teacher. She told you it was going to be a great day, But I don’t think you really believed her. I gave you a hug, we said our goodbyes, And I walked toward the door to leave. I looked back to see there were tears in your eyes, And you wiped them away with your sleeve. I worried the hours away that first day Wondering how you were getting along. Were you making friends, did you eat your lunch? What if something had gone wrong? The sad boy I left in the classroom Wasn’t the boy who met me at the school door. You were grinning as you happily told me You wouldn’t be afraid of school anymore. Now I’m here at your college graduation, Remembering that long-ago day. You’ve grown from a boy to an educated man, And I’m prouder of you than I can say. – Kelly Roper
12. Some Advice From A Mother To Her Married Son
The answer to do you love me isn’t, I married you, didn’t I? Or, Can’t we discuss this after the ballgame is through? It isn’t, Well that all depends on what you mean by ‘love’. Or even, Come to bed and I’ll prove that I do. The answer isn’t, How can I talk about love when the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and the children are screaming their heads off and I’m going to miss my bus? The answer is yes. The answer is yes. The answer is yes – Judith Viorst
Adorable Poems For Mother From Her Son
13. To My Mother
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of “Mother,” Therefore by that dear name I long have called you— You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you In setting my Virginia’s spirit free. My mother—my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. – Edgar Allan Poe
14. My Miracle Mother
Mom, I look at you and see a walking miracle. Your unfailing love without limit, your ability to soothe my every hurt, the way you are on duty, unselfishly, every hour, every day, makes me so grateful that I am yours, and you are mine. With open arms and open heart, with enduring patience and inner strength, you gave so much for me, sometimes at your expense. You are my teacher, my comforter, my encourager, appreciating all, forgiving all. Sometimes I took you for granted, Mom, but I don’t now, and I never will again. I know that everything I am today relates to you and your loving care. I gaze in wonder as I watch you being you— my miracle, my mother. – Joanna Fuchs
15. Guiding Light Mom
Mom, from the time I was really young, I realized I had someone…you, who always cared, who always protected me, who was always there for me no matter what. You taught me right from wrong, and pushed me to do the right thing, even when it was hard to do. You took care of me when I was sick, and your love helped make me well. You had rules, and I learned that when I obeyed them, my life was simpler, better, richer. You were and are the guiding light of my life. My heart is filled with love for you, my teacher, my friend, my mother. – Karl and Joanna Fuchs
16. Tribute To Mother
A picture memory brings to me; I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother’s knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again A child’s blind sense of wrong and pain. But wiser now, a man gray grown, My childhood’s needs are better known. My mother’s chastening love I own. – John Greenleaf Whittier
17. My Mother
Who fed me from her gentle breast, And hush’d me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother. When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet hushaby, And rock’d me that I should not cry? My Mother. Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother. When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept for fear that I should die? My Mother. Who dress’d my doll in clothes so gay, And taught me pretty how to play. And minded all I had to say? My Mother. Who taught my infant lips to pray And love God’s holy book and day, And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way? My Mother. And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee, Who wast so very kind to me, My Mother? Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear, And if God please my life to spare I hope I shall reward they care, My Mother. Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother. When thou art feeble, old and grey, My healthy arm shall be thy stay, And I will soothe thy pains away, My Mother. And when I see thee hang thy head, ‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed. And tears of sweet affection shed, My Mother. For could our Father in the skies Look down with pleased or loving eyes, If ever I could dare despise My Mother. – Ann Taylor
18. Rock Me To Sleep
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for tonight! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! I am so weary of toil and of tears,— Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,— Take them, and give me my childhood again! I have grown weary of dust and decay,— Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away; Weary of sowing for others to reap;— Rock me to sleep, mother – rock me to sleep! Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossomed and faded, our faces between: Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain, Long I tonight for your presence again. Come from the silence so long and so deep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Over my heart, in the days that are flown, No love like mother-love ever has shone; No other worship abides and endures,— Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours: None like a mother can charm away pain From the sick soul and the world-weary brain. Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold, Fall on your shoulders again as of old; Let it drop over my forehead tonight, Shading my faint eyes away from the light; For with its sunny-edged shadows once more Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore; Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Mother, dear mother, the years have been long Since I last listened your lullaby song: Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem Womanhood’s years have been only a dream. Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace, With your light lashes just sweeping my face, Never hereafter to wake or to weep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! – Elizabeth Akers Allen
19. Wise Mother
You didn’t talk a lot, Mom; “I love you” was pretty rare, But when I needed mothering, You were always there. I could always count on you, Mom To do what’s good and right. I’d see your wisdom and the truth, So we’d rarely have to fight. You were strong enough, yet gentle enough To be the perfect mother; If I could search the whole wide world, I wouldn’t pick any other. – Joanna Fuchs
20. Mother, Summer, I
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there; But when the August weather breaks And rains begin, and brittle frost Sharpens the bird-abandoned air, Her worried summer look is lost, And I her son, though summer-born And summer-loving, none the less Am easier when the leaves are gone Too often summer days appear Emblems of perfect happiness I can’t confront: I must await A time less bold, less rich, less clear: An autumn more appropriate. – Philip Larkin
21. Mother O’ Mine
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! – Rudyard Kipling
22. Sonnets Are Full Of Love
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome Has many sonnets: so here now shall be One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home, To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome; Whose service is my special dignity, And she my loadstar while I go and come. And so because you love me, and because I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name: In you not fourscore years can dim the flame Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws Of time and change and mortal life and death. – Christina Rossetti
23. Tribute To Mother
A picture memory brings to me; I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother’s knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again A child’s blind sense of wrong and pain. But wiser now, a man gray grown, My childhood’s needs are better known. My mother’s chastening love I own. – John Greenleaf Whittier
24. Super Mom
Mom, you’re a wonderful mother, So gentle, yet so strong. The many ways you show you care Always make me feel I belong. You’re patient when I’m foolish; You give guidance when I ask; It seems you can do most anything; You’re the master of every task. You’re a dependable source of comfort; You’re my cushion when I fall. You help in times of trouble; You support me whenever I call. I love you more than you know; You have my total respect. If I had my choice of mothers, You’d be the one I’d select! – Joanna Fuchs
25. Guiding Light Mom
Mom, from the time I was really young, I realized I had someone…you, who always cared, who always protected me, who was always there for me no matter what. You taught me right from wrong, and pushed me to do the right thing, even when it was hard to do. You took care of me when I was sick, and your love helped make me well. You had rules, and I learned that when I obeyed them, my life was simpler, better, richer. You were and are the guiding light of my life. My heart is filled with love for you, my teacher, my friend, my mother. – Karl and Joanna Fuchs
Short Mother And Son Poems
26. Wonderful Mother
The heart of a home is a mother Whose love is warm and true, And home has always been “sweet home” With a wonderful mother like you! – Anonymous
27. Blessing
There is no blessing Quite so dear… As a mom like you To love year after year. – Anonymous
28. Sunshine
My Mother, my friend so dear, Throughout my life you’re always near. A tender smile to guide my way, You’re the sunshine to light my day. – Anonymous
29. Wishing You A Wonderful Day
Sending this, Mom, Especially to say Wishing you a happy And wonderful day… And to tell you this day Will always be one For remembering the many Sweet things you have done! – Anonymous
30. Thank You, Mother
Once upon a memory Someone wiped away a tear Held me close and loved me, Thank you, Mother dear. – Anonymous What is the moral lesson of the poem Mother to Son? The poem Mother to Son demonstrates that with strong will and determination, you can achieve anything, irrespective of how hard the path is. Also, it is a good lesson for people who get scared of doing things because of hardships in life. What is the metaphor in Mother to Son? In the poem Mother to Son, the author compares a mother’s hard life to a worn-out staircase. Why is a mother-son relationship so special? Sons are seen to be more attached to their mothers. Right from their childhood, the mother plays a key role in their emotional development. In addition, men feel like they do not need to act tough to express their feelings in front of their mother. How do mothers influence their sons? Sons share a special bond with their bond, and it helps them to become emotionally intelligent, have control over their behavior, learn how to treat other women, and how to express their feelings.
