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DedicationWhen I heard that I had todedicate this dedication bookto someone, and had to pickpoems of or about them, Iknew right away who mydedication would be to: Mymother. My mother, the onewho has loved and providedfor me since I was born, andhas always been there forme. She’s my best friend, andmy hope is that, in the poemsI have in this book, she willrealize how very thankful Iam for her and how much Ilove her.
I LOVE YOU, MOTHER"I love you, mother," said little John.Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on,And he was off to the garden swing,And left her the water and wood to bring."I love you, mother," said rosy Nell—"I love you more than tongue can tell."But she teased and pouted full half the dayTill her mother was glad when she went to play."I love you, mother," said little Fan;"To-day Ill help you all I can;How glad I am that school doesnt keep."So she rocked the baby till it fell asleep.Then slipping softly she took the broomAnd swept the floor and dusted the room.Busy and happy all the day was she,Helpful and cheerful as a child should be."I love you, mother," again they said,Three little children going to bed.How do you think that mother guessedWhich of them really loved her best? —JOY ALLISON.
“I Love You, Mother” is a poem that was published in the year of 1898 by a woman named JoyAllison. This poem focuses on three young children that tell their mother they love her, but dotheir actions say the same? The first child is little John who, although he says he loves hismom, he forgets about his chores and helping his mother, leaving all the work for her tocomplete herself.The next child to tell her mother that she loves her is Nell. Although Nell remembers to do herchores before going off to play, she complains and whines about doing them the wholetime, making her mother relieved when she finally did go play.Finally, along comes little Fan. Not only does she love her mother, but she also shows it withher actions. Not only did she help her mom with all that needed done, but she also wentabout it happily, and without complaint. When it comes time for the three children to head offto bed, they tell their mother once more how much they love her. Although I’m sure she didn’tdoubt that they loved her, but it was obvious to her which child actually loved her most.In this beautiful “a-a-b-b” structured poem, the writer is trying to get one simple point across.We can say that we love our parents all we want, but our actions speak louder than our words.Are we showing them that we love them in every way possible? If I were to guess on theattitude of the writer in this poem, I would say she could possibly have written these wordsout of frustration. She might have written this after a day of going through a very similarsituation, or possibly even witnessing something along these lines. A mother not only wants tobe told that they’re loved, but they want to be shown that as well. What are we doing to showour mothers that we love them?
Here’s the thing about me: I am not a morning person. However, once I am up, I am glad I am, because I feel Sleepyhead so much more self-worth. The problem is getting up. If“Get out of head, Sleepyhead I have to go to work in the morning, I will force myselfIt’s time to start the day!” out of bed, but if I have a free morning, you might asMy stubborn mother exclaims well forget it! However, good old mom never fails toIn the loudest possible way. give me a hard time about sleeping in. While I’m still“You’re burning daylight! working on getting up earlier, this is one of thoseTime to help me clean!” simple things that I want to thank my mom for. ButShe’ll normally say. rather than mentioning it in passing, I decided to center an entire poem around it. While my poeticI moan, I groan, I roll over skills and extremely limited, I conveyed it in the bestI try to block out her voice way I knew possible.It’s not long before I realize Mom, I know it’s an understatement to say that I am aI simply have no choice. pain to wake up in the morning, but I want to thank you for taking the time to do so. While I should haveI slowly get up, I reluctantly start enough will-power to do so myself, it’s obvious that IOn the things I need to do. still struggle in that area. I know it becomes frustratingNot long into the day for you, but by you taking time out of your schedule toI smile and say drag my lazy bones out of bed, I know that you care.“Thanks for the wake-up call, Mom Through the simple things, you are teaching me toI love you!” become a better person, a harder worker, and even a -Olivia McLeod better wife someday in the future. Thank you for the little things you do, Mom!
Mother o’ MineIf I were hanged on the highest If I were drowned in the deepest If I were damned of bodyhill, sea, and soul, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ I know whose prayersmine mine would make me whole,I know whose love would follow I know whose tears would come Mother o’ mine,me still, down to me, 0 mother o’ mine! Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ Mother o’ mine, O mother o’mine! mine! -Rudyard KiplingMother o’ Mine is a short poem that was written by Rudyard Kipling in 1891. This poem is a very simplepoem that expresses how deep Kipling believes his mother’s love for him. It’s quite obvious by reading it justhow close of a relationship he has with his mother. While he addresses this poem towards her, I sincerelybelieve that that is how we should all feel about our mothers. More importantly, our mothers should agreewith every line that is written in this “a-b-a-b” structured classic.“If I were drowned in the deepest sea/I know whose tears would come down to me”. Would my mother cryif something were to happen to me? I should hope she would! No one wants their mother to be indifferentabout their well-being. There’s no love like a mother’s love. But in order to achieve a close relationship withyour mother, so as to ensure that she is not relieved when you are not around, she needs to be treated right,and know she is appreciated and loved.I am inclined to think that Kipling covered all those areas with his mother, which brings me to what I think isthe main idea of this poem: Don’t let your mother go unappreciated! Show her love, and she’ll give you anunconditional love in return. This is why I believe that the tone that Kipling sets in this poem is one ofconfidence. He most certainly hasn’t taken his mother for granted, and as a result he has no doubt that shewill be there for him no matter what. Never giving up on him, never stop loving him, never stop having hisback. This is the kind of relationship that I want to have with my mother, and I am working at it with everypassing day.
This Lazy BeastThe lazy beast inside meComes home from work and sighsShe wants nothing but to lay aroundAs the rest of the day flies by.Not worried about her messy roomOr her schoolwork needing done.This lazy beast simply wantsTo lay out in the sun.Out comes malicious MotherAnd stabs my lazy beastAwakening a spirit inside meThe spirit I like the least!Mother tells me to get upThere’s so much that needs doneMy lazy beast has lost this fight;My Mother, she has won.I am so thankful for Mother So listen to this spiritFor she helps me to see And your lazy beast ignore;The harder I work all day long For it’s the spirit of hard workThe happier I will be! That shapes your character more! -Olivia McLeod
I chose to write this poem simply to give a simple life lesson mixed with a littlehumor. Upon writing this with my mother in mind, I chose to hit on something thatI believe every teenager deals with: Laziness. While it’s easy to lie around, watchTV, and eat chips all day, at the end of the day, you will feel a sense of emptinessinside you. That emptiness is due to the fact that you feel you have no self-worth;like you have no purpose in this life. I speak from experience. I also speak fromexperience when I say this: That feeling will lessen the harder you work. If you areup and about getting things done, and lightening someone else’s load, you may betired by the end of the day, but I guarantee you will be happier, and have a bettersense of self.Why did I choose to address other teens when I wrote this for my mother? Theanswer is very simple: My mother taught me that life lesson, and I have no doubtthat she is proud of me for grasping that concept. I try my best to put it to action aswell. I’m sure every good, hard-working mother has tried to pass this truth on totheir children as well, and we would be wise to heed to their instruction.
My MotherWho fed me from her gentle breast,And hushed me in her arms to rest,And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?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 dressed my doll in clothes so gay,And fondly taught me how to play,And minded all I had to say?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.And can I ever cease to beAffectionate and kind to thee,Who was so very kind to me?My Mother. -Anne Taylor
I can think of no better title than the one proclaimed right here. In “My Mother”, AnneTaylor chooses to write about all that her mother has done for and been to her, from birthuntil present. The extraordinary “a-a-a-b” rhyme scheme in this poem asks a question inevery stanza, and is answered by the simple two words “My Mother”. Rather than directingall of her writing towards her mom, the speaker and author, who is one and the same, aimsher first three questions towards none other than the reader. Although some may argueotherwise, my belief is that Taylor’s intention for this poem is to make her readers think.What is it that she is trying to make us think about? Most of us have good family situations;that includes having a mother that loves us and takes care of us. Have we ever thoughtabout all that they have done for us? Have we ever stopped, just for a moment, andconsidered all the patience and sacrifice it took for them to raise us? If so, have we everthanked them? Sure, thanking someone verbally is great and all, but what about thankingthem with our actions?In the last stanza, the author finally directs her question towards the object of the poem:Her mother. In it, she asks her mother how she could ever be anything other than kind andaffectionate towards her mother, due to the fact that her mother was so kind to her. Afterreading and thinking about that stanza a couple of times, a convicting thought struck me. AsI’m sure everyone has at some point in their life, there have been times that I have gottensmart or exasperated with my mother. But in this poem, Taylor is saying that there’s no wayshe could ever be anything but kind to the woman who raised her and loved her! So howcan I be anything but kind and caring towards my beloved mother? It’s amazing how asimple poem can change one’s perspective and change of thinking in just one question.
Much like Anne Taylor’s poem “My Mother”, I wroteMom this poem with the intention of describing how myWhen I took my baby steps mother has always been there for me from the timeShe was by my side I was an infant, and no matter where I am in theWhen I ditched the training wheels world, she’ll always be there supporting me, lovingShe cheered my entire ride. me, and caring for me. That’s the thing about mothers. Ninety-nine percent of them love theirOn my first day of high school children unconditionally, and absolutely nothing canShe took pictures galore! weaken their love for their child. Yes, they getAnd, despite my complaints and protests frustrated with them at times, yes their kidsShe dropped me off at the door. disappoint them. But that never takes away from how much they love them!During my first heartbreak The reason why I wrote this poem for my mother isShe never asked or pried because, and I may be wrong about this, I don’tJust held me close and stroked my hair believe that she realized how much she really doesAs I laid there and cried. for me. It’s just second nature for her to provide for me, comfort me, care for me, and instruct me inThrough good times and the bad what is right and what is wrong. So, once again, IShe’s here, and here she’ll stay. want to thank her for her sacrifice, for all the yearsMy mother means the world to me that she has taken care of me without any thoughtI thank God for her every day! of her own needs. It never ceases to amaze me how -Olivia McLeod very selfless she is, and how very selfish I can be! Thank you, Mom.
Rock Me to Sleep Over my heart, in the days that are flown,Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, No love like mother-love ever has shone;Make me a child again just for tonight! No other worship abides and endures,—Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:Take me again to your heart as of yore; None like a mother can charm away painKiss from my forehead the furrows of care, From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;—Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! Fall on your shoulders again as of old;I am so weary of toil and of tears,— Let it drop over my forehead tonight,Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,— Shading my faint eyes away from the light;Take them, and give me my childhood again! For with its sunny-edged shadows once moreI have grown weary of dust and decay,— Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away; Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—Weary of sowing for others to reap;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!Rock me to sleep, mother – rock me to sleep! Mother, dear mother, the years have been longTired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Since I last listened your lullaby song:Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seemMany a summer the grass has grown green, Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.Blossomed and faded, our faces between: Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain, With your light lashes just sweeping my face,Long I tonight for your presence again. Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—Come from the silence so long and so deep;— Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep! -Elizabeth Akers Allen
Elizabeth Akers Allen is not only the author of this poem, but also the speakerin the poem. “Rock Me To Sleep” is being addressed to Allen’s mother. Hintssuch as the lines “Mother, come back from the echoless shores” and “Long Itonight for your presence again” lead me to believe that her mother is, infact, in Heaven.In this poem, the speaker is a hurting soul. She is a grown woman who hasgone through much heartache and pain, and is longing for her younger days.The days when her mother made everything right simply with the singing of alullaby, or rocking her to sleep. It is apparent, in reading this, that Allen had avery special bond with her mother. However, although it does not say in thepoem, I can’t help but wonder: Does the speaker have any regrets? Could shehave maybe treated her mother better while she was still here on this earth?There’s a good possibility that that may be true.Mother, I chose this poem to add into my dedication book to you for onesimple reason: I don’t want to have any regrets. I want to tell you now, while Istill have a chance, how very much I love you and don’t know what I would doif something were to happen to you. God forbid that anything ever would, but Iwant you to know that I one hundred percent agree with the speaker in thispoem when she says “No love like mother-love ever hasshone//Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours”. You are all those things andso much more. I hope to never take you for granted. I want you to know thatno matter where life takes me as I transform from young lady to woman, youwill always hold a special place in my heart, and I love you so much.
A Mother’s LoveAs steady as a rain fall This poem was all about similes. What could I use toOn a drowsy day compare a mother’s love? Nothing comes evenAs gentle as rustling leaves remotely close, yet I had to try. While in the processAs their trees subtly sway. of writing this, I asked myself one question: What words describe my mother? Dozens of reveringAs frequent as a sunrise words flooded into my mind, but all seemedWhen birds faintly chirp their song inadequate. What words describe my mother’s love?And as beautiful as spring time Still difficult to describe in my limitedAfter waiting all winter long. vocabulary, but I tried my best. Steady, gentle, frequent, beautiful, comforting:As comforting as an angel these are the words I chose to use. Another word IIs my mother’s love to me failed to use is limitless. No matter what mistakes IShe helps me to become make, no matter how many times I let her down, myAll God wants me to be. mother’s love for me will never fade away. Not -Olivia McLeod because I’m anything great, but because she is. My mom is the kindest, funniest, most forgiving woman I know, and no words found in the dictionary can describe her unconditional love. Mom, thank you for loving me no matter what I do to hurt you and disappoint you. I would be in idiot to not want to be like you someday, and I hope that someday I will be able to love with the kind of love you hold in your heart. I love you!
Mother Of MineHow do I tell you, from this daughterOh mother of mine, who couldnt have workedharderTo make my life, as best as could beHow much your loved, for loving meThings you wanted, so many timesYou put aside, to help me and mineEven when I was growing upA back you never turned, a door you nevershutHow do I tell you, how much this meansOh mother of mine, who always beamsWith a loving heart, with open armsCaring for all, with all your charmsYou made life, so very goodFor me you did, all you couldYou cared for me, through all bad timesYour loved so much, oh mother of mine -Betty Halverson
Out of all the poems I have chosen, this one best describes my mother. When BettyHalverson put pen to paper and wrote this “a-a-b-b” structured masterpiece, her themewas clear. With the author as the speaker, and with her mother as the addressee, it’s notvery difficult to figure out what she is trying to convey. In a nutshell, Halverson is tellingher mother that all her hard work has not gone unnoticed, her sacrifice not taken forgranted. She loves her mother, and is thankful for everything she has done for her.“Mother of Mine” does not contain any type of symbolism, and why should it? What canone compare to the unconditional love and sacrifice of a mother? The answer is obvious:Nothing! The saying “There is no love like a Mother’s love” is so true. Halverson hascaptured that truth and, in the best way possible, puts it in writing. Rather thansymbolism, she uses words such as “charm” and “loving heart” to describe her mother,and all that she is.I love this poem in its entirety, but if I had to pick a favorite line or lines, it would be this:“Things you wanted, so many times/You put aside, to help me and mine”. That’ssomething we often fail to think about. We have so many needs, so many wants, but sodo our mothers! However, instead of whining and demanding what they want, our momslay aside their desires in order to fulfill ours. The best definition of love that I’ve everfound is this: “The willing, sacrificial giving of oneself for the benefit of others, withoutthought of return”. Oh, how that describes so many mothers, including mine! Halversonsurely dis her mom justice when writing this poem, which is why I chose this for you,Mom. This poem describes you so explicitly, that I can think of no better way to say it. Ilove you, Mom!
I Could HaveI take you for grantedMore often than not;Don’t take it personally!You see I don’t realizeHow blessed I amThat God gave you to me.I could have been bornTo a teenage girlWho couldn’t provide for her child.I could be inSome foster careWith a heart that’s bitter and wild.When you knew I was in youYou couldve ended my life.I couldnt have takenMy first breathAnd someday become a wife.But I was born to you;A mother loving, patient, and kindI know I dont tell you nearly enoughThat youre the best mom one will find! -Olivia McLeod
Mom, by now I’m sure you have noticed a theme in these poems, andit is that of thankfulness. When I began writing this final poem, Ithought of where I could be, who I could’ve been born to, or if Iwould even be alive if it weren’t for you. As I pondered this, tearsstarted to form in my eyes, but they were quickly replaced by anoverwhelming gratitude that God blessed me by making you to be mymom. I know it’s very cliché, but you’re the best mom one can ask for.Out of all the women in the world, I have the best one in the world,and no one is paying me to say that; I sincerely believe that with allmy heart. How does one put into words an unspeakable thankfulnessand love, when every word in the dictionary falls so short, seems soinadequate.If there was one thing I could tell others my age and younger, it wouldbe this: Don’t take your mother for granted! You say you love her,now show her you love her! Actions speak so much louder thanwords, so help her out, write her letters, give her hugs, do anythingthat crosses your mind that you think shows her how much you loveher. And, as I so often try my best to do, tell her you love her everychance you get, and thank her for all that she does!
While writing these explications and poems, I started to develop a new appreciation for poetry.Before this unit in Creative Writing, I cared nothing for poems, and found them hard tounderstand and difficult to follow. But I’ve realized that sometimes poetry can get a point acrossthat stories cannot. So much thought and study has gone into every line of a poem, thereforeit’s not the easiest job on the planet either. Though I never thought I would say this a little overa month ago, I have to admit that I enjoyed this poetry unit, and learned a lot in making thisdedication book.I Love You, Mother Bibliography Mother of MineAuthor: Joy Allison Author: Betty HalversonPage Title: The Baldwin Project Page Title: Poem HunterCompany: Yesterday’s Classics Company: PoemHunter.comURL: http://www.mainlesson.com/display.php URL: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mo?author=skinner&book=verse1&story=love ther-of-mine/Mother o’ Mine Rock Me to Sleep, MotherAuthor: Rudyard Kipling Author: Elizabeth Akers AllenPage Title: About.com Page Title: Poetry FoundationCompany: New York Times Company Company: Poetry MagazineURL: http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/ URL: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poemblkiplingmother.htm /182732 My Mother Author: Anne Taylor Page Title: Mothers.net Company: Australian Media Pty Ltd URL: http://www.mothers.net/mymother2.htm