A mother means a lot to her child, and the child’s universe is centered around their mother. She is the role model for her child and has an uphill task to guide them at each step to make them independent enough to face the hardships of life.
A mother’s responsibility increases when she becomes a single parent. Apart from nourishing them, she has to provide guidance, love, and be protective. Read on this post for best single mom poems to surprise your mother through a few touching verses and tell her how much you love her.
15 Best Single Mom Poems
Single mothers walk through the challenges with utmost determination and stand strong for their children without giving up to make them self-sufficient. If you want to express your love to your mother, check these single mom poems.
1. Single Mom
I sit and look out upon the life of a single parent.
I hear the single mother’s selfless cries of loneliness for her child in the still darkness of the night
I see the mother awaking her child with a playful game of peek-a-boo with a smile as warm and bright as the afternoon sun at its apex of the day
I mark the loving-kindness she expresses toward her son even with the all the trials and tribulations this world puts upon her
I observe the mother getting herself ready for work with the misgivings of the coming day (where are my socks, did I already put salt in the eggs, where did I put my keys)
I observe the quiet darkness of the child’s bedroom with the mother sitting on the bed with a Bible in hand, telling her child of all the wonderful things of God’s love, then kissing him good night
All these things are things a mother has to do to help her child grow.
See, hear, and be not afraid you can succeed with God’s help.
— Tiara S. Winston
2. She Is A Single Mother
She is a single mother.
With a lot on her mind
She is strong and independent.
That’s really hard to find
She is always doing her best
To keep up a lovely home.
Even though sometimes deep down
She feels sad and alone.
Her kids keep her going.
Their the apple of her eye
They see her as a hero.
That’s something she won’t deny
Everything she does
It’s with happiness and love.
Each night before she goes to bed
She thanks the good lord above
For giving her the strength
To get through each long day.
But being the world’s great mom.
That’s something no one can take away.
3. A Baby Cries In The Middle Of The Night
A baby cries in the middle of the night.
She’s the only one to calm her screams.
Exhausted at 3 in the morning
Every night it’s the same thing.
She works two jobs just to make ends meet.
She wishes she had more time.
Guilt stricken for leaving her 10 hours.
At the Day Care, she picks her up each night.
Every night she says to her baby, holding her close as she fights sleep,
“Looking at that face, it’s so hard to see
What would life be like without you next to me?
I know things are hard, just the two of us, but we’ll somehow make it through.
Mommy didn’t mean for this to be so hard.
Just don’t forget I will always love you! ”
Left all alone to raise a child.
No child support to help her out.
But, money is hard to get when daddy isn’t around.
He wasn’t there to hold her hand when their baby took her first breath.
He hasn’t even seen how much she looks like him,
Before she was born, he was killed by a drunk driver in an awful wreck.
She still blames herself and is mad he left her alone.
But she looks at her and sees him and knows her heart is his home.
The day came when she took her first step.
She held her close and looked in her eyes, and it nearly scared her to death.
She could see her husband looking at her too.
A tear ran down her cheek, and she said,
“Honey, God might have taken Daddy to Heaven, but he will always be right here with you.”
4. A Single Mom In A Man’s World
Smart and driven from the start of her career.
She completed her doctorate with nothing to fear.
Teaching generations of managers was her gift.
Her students were never bored or left adrift.
And now another employee has gone for no reason.
For her, a new job, a new life, and a brand new season.
She is a gentle yet blunt soul.
Equal pay for equal work was her goal.
Let’s give her credit for raising two boys with plenty of love.
That talent or skill requires assistance from above.
Single mom’s have it tougher than you or me.
Women deserve every chance, can’t you see?
A good friend to me she has been.
I truly believe she has won in the end.
Fame, fortune, and love will be hers.
Not that I think that is all she prefers.
Recognition for a job well done.
This is why Rhonda’s work has
One more line, and I’ll be through.
Rhonda Bell, I am proud of you.
— Manager Poet
5. I See Her Often Struggling All Alone
I see her often ….struggling all alone.
A diaper bag, pocketbook, and the baby.
The look of distress on her face as she pushes the stroller home.
She raises her child all by herself.
Her pockets are not overflowing ….which means she’s lacking wealth.
She shuffles off to work each day.
She’s wondering when they will increase the dollars in her pay.
Single mom to some, Superwoman to her kids…..no regrets, it is what it is.
How I admire her strength and drive.
She’s strong during the day, but at night she cries.
This is not the way it was supposed to be.
My child should be seeing double, not just me.
Her mind is steady racing, but this is not a race.
The thought started here, and now it’s in a different place.
The sacrifices and staying up late when her child is sick.
She’s snapping pictures at Christmas time as her daughter opens presents left by jolly ole Saint Nick.
She’s thankful for this precious jewel that she must shape and shine.
Smiling as she puts her child to bed because she has to be at work by nine.
There’s always something to be done, so there’s not much time to sit.
This is a full-time job and one which she can’t quit.
The cooking, the cleaning and washing clothes,
she’s looking for some tissues so she can wipe a runny nose.
She thinks she’s a single mom, but that’s not entirely true.
The Lord is guiding and assisting ….pulling her through.
Keep your head up, and don’t let anyone or anything bring you down.
A queen’s crown belongs on her head…..not upon the ground.
A dedication to the single mother’s……..Thank you for all that you do and have done.
— The Teacher
He cries for me when he leaves
with his father, the back and forth
Boomerang, you never expect
your child will become. The sudden
Woes of a two-year-old. The drama
of honey swirled incorrectly on oatmeal.
Should it have been doused
counter-clockwise? Three fires
have already been put out
in my house, this morning and I speak
without metaphor, about the imagination
of a two-year-old who seems to know
where I break, where my patience ends
and exactly where it will hurt worst
If a plastic fire truck slams into my shin.
Then, completely human, he senses
a crack in our connection, tantrum
suddenly ends, sticky hands grasp anybody
part in reach – the need to know
you are loved, even after
you’ve thrown your bowl of hot oatmeal
on the floor: “mommy, are you happy
because you love me?”
7. News Radio
I turn on the news. I turn
it off. I turn it on.
Off. I cry. I call
the lawyer to find out
when the divorce documents
will be ready to sign. I turn
on the news. I turn it off.
I text him a picture of our
son in a pumpkin patch.
I turn on the news.
I text him to say that our
son cried because
the little train was too loud
and squeaky, too scary. I turn
off the news. I turn it on.
Justice is only a word.
Cruel dictators die
rarely and how
does being cruel
to their corpse
8. My Mom
My mom is very special,
My mom is very kind,
My mom always tells me I’m special,
She’s always on my mind.
My mom watches me grow,
My mom watches me cry,
Of course, she’ll always know,
She’ll never have to tell me good-bye.
My mom will always hug and kiss,
My mom will always care.
My days she will never miss,
Coz I’m her little teddy bear.
My mom is very special,
My mom is very kind,
My mom always tells me I’m special,
She’s always on my mind.
9. Mother and Child
A mother’s love begins
Before the child is born
And lasts through time
And many wounds
And days of joy
And days of sorrow
Until, at the end
Is that solid core
That began as love
Before the child was born.
10. The Hand That Rocks The World
They say that man is mighty,
To do all the things you did,
He wields a mighty spectre,
O’er lesser powers that be,
But a mightier power and stronger,
Man from his throne has hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle,
Is the hand that rocks the world.
— William Ross Wallace
11. The Best Mom
Mom, you are the best mom in the world.
Of all the other moms, you are the best.
Many people are not as special as you are
Nothing in the world can compare how much I love you.
Got the best care I needed in the world
Unbelievable caring ness in a mother
Your kindness and great mood
Everything you give me is with the kindness of your heart.
Now I want to tell you “I love you with all my heart.”
— William Ross Wallace
12. A Single Mother Doesn’t Know Defeat
Another day of kicking ass,
Of waking up with pride.
She drives herself to work,
Smiling at the her, she’s left behind.
Another day of dreaming,
Reconnecting with her soul.
She spreads her wings to fly,
Peace of mind is her goal.
Another day of victories,
One foot in front of the other.
She sows the seeds of paradise.
From her strength as a mother.
When the moon shines bright inside her lair,
Another day complete,
She holds her children close with care.
A single mother who doesn’t know defeat.
Her heart aches with love and joy,
As she begins to pray.
She walks an unknown path,
Grateful for every single day.
— Cassie Faerber
13. Single and Struggling
As the yellow sun sets o’er the ocean
And deep darkness envelopes the earth.
As the world is rocked to sleep by the night’s rhythm
She stays awake, and with the stars keep watch
She’s often terrified. She’s often paranoid.
Alone and lonely; chocked by the grip of terror
She watches helplessly as life slowly passes by
Hurt and vulnerable, she curses her miserable fate
Perched precariously on the edge of the night
She wonders what new mischief the dawn brings
She rocks the cradle, and sings, and dozes, and wakes.
A vicious cycle from which there’s no breaking
Always the last to bed; always the first to rise
The lives of wild, innocent little things rest on her shoulder
She cannot falter. She cannot break. She cannot rest
She cries in the rain and sends her miseries to the clouds
Life is not fair. The world is a cruel, dark place
She’s an object of undeserved neglect – a Cinderella
Still, I marvel at her strength and her pride
Her resilience, and instinct, her love, and affection
She’s a father, and a mother, and a doctor, and a cook
Roles she hadn’t wanted, duties life hadn’t prepared her for
Her hair suddenly greys, but I still see her beauty
Her skin quickly wrinkles, but I still see her radiance
—Ademola Adeyoju & Onashile Peace (Tolarnee)
14. Never Wanted To Be A Single Mother
Never wanted to do it alone,
Raise a child on my own,
One-sided without assistance,
Always believed two parents were needed.
For a child to go the distance
Fought to keep that dream alive,
Battled my own insecurities inside
Took a long time to realize
I would only fail if I didn’t try,
So I took a new approach.
I needed to change how I felt,
For the sake of my child’s happiness
It was time to do it by myself.
Had to let go of hopeful wishing,
Had to make some harsh decisions,
No longer waiting on another’s efforts,
Had to stop lingering for the better
Assuming one day, the other party would get it,
Stressing because that person doesn’t listen,
Taking away from all I could give
Had to grow up and let go
So that we could comfortably live
No more bread crumbs,
And dropping hints,
No more directions to follow and pointless fits
No more tears shed because of events missed.
Because when I only focus on us,
It is just pure happiness.
I know what I can do,
It is now clear to me,
No longer do I look for support.
To come to me,
I have everything inside that my child will ever need,
No end to how far I’ll go,
For I am willing to take the lead
Never wanted to be a parent,
I seen the responsibilities coming,
It is a shame that both parents.
Couldn’t hit the ground running,
But I am happy with my decision,
Wouldn’t change anything,
Couldn’t imagine my life now,
Without my bundle of joy breathing
I’ve also learned not to blame,
Not to even whisper ones’ name,
No need to bad mouth the other,
I am grateful we were lovers,
For I got the greatest gift,
And it is all mine,
I have the biggest role,
And that is just fine,
For the love I have is stronger than any other,
So when it all is said and done…
I am a PROUD single mother!
15. To Our Single Mom On Father’s Day!
This poem is for our single Mom.
We hope it makes her laugh.
Because she’s like a dad as well
She’s never been just half!
So now that Father’s Day has come.
We couldn’t miss her out.
“HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, SINGLE MOM.”
We need to shout it out!
We hope you have a lovely day.
And celebrate in style.
You try your very best for us.
And always make us smile.
We’ve never felt we’re missing out.
Not having Dad around.
You’re the best of both worlds, really.
And you keep us safe and sound.
We won’t bring you a pipe and slippers.
That would seem quite mean.
But we’ll bring you a sparkling golden crown.
For our single Mom, our Queen!
Happy Father’s Day, Mom – We love you!
— Gerardo Campbell
For a single mother, her child is the utmost priority in life. These poems show how strong mothers stand up for their children, make them independent, and choose to ignore the criticism that comes along the way.