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Mothers Day Flower Poems

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  • The modern Mother's Day is celebrated on various days in many parts of the world, most commonly in May or in March/April, as a day to honour mothers and motherhood. In the UK and Ireland, it follows the old traditions of Mothering Sunday, celebrated in March/April.
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  • bloom: produce or yield flowers; "The cherry tree bloomed"
  • Be in or reach an optimum stage of development; develop fully and richly
  • Induce (a plant) to produce flowers
  • a plant cultivated for its blooms or blossoms
  • reproductive organ of angiosperm plants especially one having showy or colorful parts
  • (of a plant) Produce flowers; bloom
  • Something that arouses strong emotions because of its beauty
  • A piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is nearly always rhythmical, usually metaphorical, and often exhibits such formal elements as meter, rhyme, and stanzaic structure
  • (poem) a composition written in metrical feet forming rhythmical lines
  • (poet) a writer of poems (the term is usually reserved for writers of good poetry)
  • (poetic) of or relating to poetry; "poetic works"; "a poetic romance"
mothers day flower poems - The Norton
The Norton Anthology of Poetry
The Norton Anthology of Poetry
The fourth edition of this standard work contains 1800 poems by 300 poets, with 600 poems and 100 poets newly included. The anthology offers more poetry by women (40 new poets), with special attention to early women poets. The book also includes a greater diversity of American poetry, with double the number of poems by African American, Hispanic, native American and Asian American poets. There are 26 new poets representing the Commonwealth literature tradition: now included are more than 37 poets from Australia, New Zealand, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, the Caribbean, South Africa and India. A reconsideration of many classic poets, from Shakespeare and Bradstreet to Larkin and Rich has been added in this edition, together with a wider representation of the beginnings of poetry in English: the Anglo-Saxon "Caedmon's Hymn" and selections from "Beowulf", as well as Middle English lyrics, popular riddles, romance, allegory, and the verse tales of Chaucer and Langland, are now included. The collection also includes short biographical sketches and a system of annotation.

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18/52 Happy Mother's Day
18/52  Happy Mother's Day
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is the way long?" she asked. And her guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning." But the young mother was happy and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children and gathered flowers for them along the way and bathed with them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them and life was good, and the young mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then night came, and a storm, and the path was dark and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle and the children said, "O mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come." And the mother said, "This is better than the brightness of day, for I have taught my children courage." And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary, but at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed and when they reached the top, they said, "We could not have done this without you, mother." And the mother, when she lay down that night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage, today I have given them strength." And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth -- clouds of war and hate and evil -- and the children groped and stumbled and the mother said, "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw above the clouds an Everlasting Glory, and it guided them and brought them beyond the darkness. And that night the mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God." And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old, and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong and walked with courage. And when the way was rough they lifted her, for she was light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And the mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know that the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said, "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence." ~~ Temple Bailey
mommy's alright (365-190)
mommy's alright (365-190)
Day 190 of 365: a year in songs and photos Song: Cheap Trick, Surrender (Had to get this in every early today - not only is it Mother's Day, but my kids are both receiving their confirmation today [better late than never] and we have family coming over for a double celebration later) Of all the mother songs out there - of course, Danzig was the first thing to come to mind - I thought this one fit my mom the most. She's 69 going on 40 and never, ever seems old to me. This is a woman who still blasts Pink Floyd while cleaning the house. Instead of this long, rambling thing abotu why I love my mom, here's a poem I wrote a few years ago for my defunct blog, back when we wrote about cars a lot. Ode To My Mother's Driving Skills My mother drove a station wagon it was a 63 brown, no wood panels i remember number 2 pencils stuffed in the seat cushions with pennies and cookie crumbs and my little sister in a time before car seats tumbling around in the back like a loose bottle of soda all shook up and ready to explode when she'd cry we'd hold her head out the back window the wind in her face would make her laugh people would wave and we'd throw peace signs back at them my mother drove with a lead foot and a white kerchief on her dyed red hair a cigarette in her mouth virginia slims extra long she'd curse at the old people and the kids playing stickball and barrel down the streets kids out the window groceries flying around the back sometimes we'd get hit with a stray apple my mother's station wagon was like the best roller coaster or the scariest car ride depending on if you liked holding on for life while the wind slapped your face or if you preferred dodge darts driven by ladies with steady hands who would never dye their hair or smoke cigarettes Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers out there.

mothers day flower poems