35 Beautiful Poems About Mother And Son Relationship

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There is nothing as pure, pristine, and serene as the love shared between a mother and a son. She is selfless and does everything to keep her children happy. Rudyard Kipling accurately said, “God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” A child’s first teacher, friend, and trainer is their mother.

In this post, we share a few lovely mother–son poems that express a mother’s love towards her son and a son’s admiration and affection for his mother. Read them and enjoy the beautiful feelings that the lines evoke.

35 Mother And Son Poems To Read And Feel The Love

1. 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 finds 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

2. 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

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 stuck 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. 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 from the time you went fishing
In your Daddy’ 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

5. I Love You Son

I love you son
Like no one else
Only you and I
Verified love personified
Every single
Moment I’m with
You, I feel that love
Sensing you feel it too
Only a mother’s love
Nourishes your soul

—Michele Meleen

6. 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

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. 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

9. I’m Proud of You Son

I’m proud of you son
A mother’s dream come so true
How I define love

—Michele Meleen

10. For My Son on Mother’s Day

You’re the reason I’m a mother,
And it’s a job I truly love.
And every morning when I wake,
I thank the good Lord above,
For giving me such a wonderful son
Who fills my heart with joy.
This might be my day, but I want you to know
I’m so glad that you’re my boy.

—Kelly Roper

11. 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

12. 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

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. 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

15. 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

16. 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

17. I Love You Mom

My mother is so special to me, she’s more than just a friend.
Whenever I need her, she will always give me a hand.

She loves me, even from when I was a child
even ’til this day and beyond, she said I’ll always be wild

She supported me and guided me in all that I tried.
She does what she can to get me through pain, suffering and cries.

Times, the good and the bad, she helped me through it all.
She had confidence and believed in me and told me to stand tall.

She helped me through my struggles in life when my father wasn’t there,
Whenever I needed her, she was always there

My mom is the greatest person I know, God made my mother special, you see,
there’s nothing in this world that she wouldn’t do for me.

She helps me to succeed even when it wasn’t an option, she does all that she can,
raising a young boy into a man.

To you mom, I want to say thank you for all that you do,
and most importantly…. I love you

—Marcus Moore

18. 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

19. Morning Song

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 cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

—Sylvia Plath

20. 0178 Mother And Son

I’d known her all my life,
nursed her for seven years
night and day

yet when last night I lay down to sleep
I heard myself say
as if to someone else,

what a splendid lady,
I wish I’d known her better

—Michael Shepherd

21. Mother To Son

Mother said
Sit down and read my son
Son used to think
will the wind come today?
Can the kite to fly in the sky?

Mother said
Take your bath, my son
Eat food, come hurry
Son used to think
why does it happen at noon
why do not the friends come soon
Can I play today in the field?

—Musfiq us shaleheen

22. 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

23. What Mother Means

Mother is such a simple word.
But to me there’s meaning seldom heard.
For everything I am today
My mother’s love showed me the way.

—Karl Fuchs

24. 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

25. Bloodline ***** Mother From Son

this is the first poem i’ve written to my mama

she is my mother
from earth up to next
she is the one, no other
to whom my difficulties i share

love is the place in mama’s heart
full of compassionate care
warm kisses play on tender lips
with love from motherly embrace

in midst of misfortune and pain
inspiring words she uses to explain

my pensive life is awaken
to reach my golden dream

—Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

26. 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

27. 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

28. What “Mother” Means

“Mother” is such a simple word,
But to me there’s meaning seldom heard.
For everything I am today,
My mother’s love showed me the way.

I’ll love my mother all my days,
For enriching my life in so many ways.
She set me straight and then set me free,
And that’s what the word “mother” means to me.

Thanks for being a wonderful mother, Mom!

—Karl Fuchs

29. Mystery Mom

Mom, your love is a mystery:
How can you do it all?
You’re always there with the perfect fix
For my problems, big and small.

Your love protects me day after day,
So I’m fearless, safe and sound.
I feel that I can do anything
Whenever you’re around.

Mom, your love is a mystery,
I haven’t got a clue
Why you love me all time,
But I’m very glad you do!

—Joanna Fuchs

30. Mommy, I Love You

Mommy, I love you
For all that you do.
I’ll kiss you and hug you
’Cause you love me, too.
You feed me and need me
To teach you to play,
So smile ’cause I love you
On this Mother’s Day.

—Nicholas Gordon

31. All You Are to Me

Thank you, Mom…
for the love, strength, and care
for in this world that is quite rare
for being my guardian and my guide
on those sad days when I cried

I’m proud of you because…
you never gave up hope when the times were hard
you kept going forward through it all, yard by yard
you have never let others change who you are
you have always shown me that you’re my favorite star
you move through the unknown with strength
no matter how far the length

I would have never been here today….
without your motherly advice
without your ultimate sacrifice
without the support I needed
I never would have succeeded
without your unbounded love
I could never stay above

I just wanted you to know….
I will always stand by your side
I will give back and be your guide
I will fight for you in the hard times
even if all I have are a few dimes
I will never lose my faith in you
my love for you is always true

I will always be there
on those days you are hurt and sad
and you feel everything is going bad
I will hold you in my arms and say
I’m glad to be with you here today
when you feel you are alone
I will be your chaperone

So thank you, Mom,
I love you so much!
never forget, the support and love I have for you will never diminish,
you are one of the strongest people I know,
so don’t let anyone else’s evil decisions or careless actions
change who you are today.
you are better than all of them and stronger in every way.
from your son’s heart

—Jessie

32. Ah Mother And Son

Ah mother and son
going through the forest of life,
in their times going on
in life’s work and strife.
Not much time for each dreaming
for time flowers are falling,
and sunsets glow beaming
as the winter is calling.

Ah mother my day
I long just to be with you,
for you are my way
to follow and get through.
Ah son I love you
you are me all inside,
when the times are blue
and winter nights abide

Ah together we go
through the forest of rain,
falling leaves they glow
with their sorrow and pain.
But we are still here
within all our dreams,
our souls are everywhere
like water that streams.

—Peter S. Quinn

33. Put Up With Me

I’m glad that you’re my mother,
Kind and caring and strong.
Coz surely no-one else,
Could have put up with me this long!

—Holly Giffers

34. A Mother’s Prayer For You

I said a Mother’s Day prayer for you
to thank the Lord above
for blessing me with a lifetime
of your tender hearted love.
I thanked God for the caring
you’ve shown me through the years,
for the closeness we’ve enjoyed
in time of laughter and of tears.
And so, I thank you from the heart
for all you’ve done for me
and I bless the Lord for giving me
the best mother there could be!

—Anonymous

35. Wonderful Mother

God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He molded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.

—Pat O’Reilly

A mother is the most crucial person in one’s life. The role of a mother is irreplaceable. A son, in all possible ways, tries to keep his mother happy. Even after he grows up and makes new relationships, the mother will always have a special place in his heart.