Children's poems about mom: a collection of the best children's poems. Poems for my beloved mother Who is my mother

Poems about mom no doubt special. They are gentle and kind, because they are dedicated to our most beloved and most dear mothers in the world. For each of us, mother is the most beautiful, the kindest, the most tender, the most beloved and much more the most-most-most ...

There is no greater happiness on Earth for a child than to feel the warmth of tender mother's hands, to feel her care and love...

It is from love for a sweet mother that such beautiful lines are born. I offer you a wonderful spiritual selection - Also on the site you will find many other spiritual poems:

Poems about mom

Irina Samarina-Labyrinth

Mom take me back to my childhood
Where we hold hands again ...
Where behind the wall, in the neighborhood,
Faith lived and love ...

Where is the curly sky
In curls from the clouds ...
The world was not deceptive there ...
There was no evil and no enemies...

Mom, I forgot there
Dear dreams...
I loved justice
Sky, people, and flowers...

Mom, I miss you so much
In the hour of inevitable longing
Hearts that understand everything
And warmth from the hand ...

As a child, everything was quickly decided ...
Mom ran to cry ...
I smiled for a moment...
Time has flown by, how to jump ...

It's different now...
I hide my tears, I am silent ...
Where is the path to the house?
Mom, I want to be a child ...

Believe in people, smile,
Do not expect terrible betrayals.
Do not part with loved ones
And don't be afraid to fly...

Mom, the boundaries are blurred ...
Happy in appearance...
We remain in a trap
Embedded in the soul of grievances ...

But from insults do not warm up.
It got even colder...
Mom take me back to my childhood
To the world of good-natured people...

mothers

Ivan Bunin

I remember the bedroom and the lamp.
toys, warm bed
And your sweet, meek voice:
"Guardian angel over you!"

It used to be that the nanny undresses
And scolds in a whisper,
And a sweet dream, misty eyes,
Leaning me to her shoulder.

You cross yourself, kiss,
Remind me that he is with me
And with faith in happiness you will enchant ...
I remember, I remember your voice!

I remember the night, the warmth of the bed,
Icon lamp in the dusk of a corner
And shadows from lamp chains...
Weren't you an angel?

It was quiet in the house in the morning

Agniya Barto

It was quiet in the house in the morning,
I wrote on the palm
Mother's name.
Not in a notebook, on a piece of paper,
Not on a stone wall
I wrote on my hand
Mother's name.
It was quiet in the house in the morning,
It got noisy during the day.
- What did you hide in your palm? -
They started asking me.
I opened my hand:
I kept happiness.

Mommy - Mommy!

(Marina Druzhinina)

Mommy - Mommy!
How I love you!
How happy I am when together
We are going for a walk!
Or do something
Or just talking.
And what a pity you again
Let go to work!

Mother

(Victor Lunin)

I love you so much!
I need you
And at any hour and on any day
Always with me. I love you so much
What can not be said!
But I don't like it when
Your eyes are in tears. I love you so much!
Go around the whole world
You are not more beautiful
You are not more tender. You are not kinder,
Beloved you are not
Nobody, nowhere
My mother,
My mother,
My mother!

Mother

(K. Kubilinskas)

Mom, very very
I love you!
So love that at night
I don't sleep in the dark.
I peer into the darkness
I'm in a hurry.
I love you all the time
Mommy, I love it!
Here the dawn shines.
It's already dawn.
Nobody in the world
There is no better mom!

About mom

Mom is loved by everyone in the world,
Mom is the first friend.
Not only children love mothers,
Everyone around loves. If something happens,
If suddenly trouble
Mommy comes to the rescue
It will always help out. Mom has a lot of strength, health
Gives to all of us.
So, really, there is no
Better than our mothers.

Poems about mom

Irina Samarina-Labyrinth

The whole world starts with mom...
And a portrait is kept in the heart
That tender woman herself,
Which relatives in the world do not ...

And from the first minute of birth,
She is like an earthly angel
Give love and patience...
She is behind the child with a wall ...

And saddened by every tear,
Mom's soul is worried.
For mom, we are the same
After all, she will not forget the baby,

What grew under the heart, pushed ...
Sleepless nights round dance ...
How hard a tooth cut through
And tormented the baby's stomach ...

And the first smile shine,
And pride from the first steps.
First confession of love...
Mom understands everything without words.

Thanks to all the mothers in the world
For forgiving us...
Alas, grown-up children
Now they run for an hour ...

In business, endless worries,
Already with my children
With love, look at the photo,
Where is mom and we, about seven years old ...

And the look warms the same ...
And childhood flashed away ...
The whole world starts with mom.
Health to all mothers of the earth!

I LOVE MOM

(Davydova L.)

Mom brings me
toys, candy,
But I love my mom
Not for that at all.
funny songs
She sings
We are bored together
Never happens.
I open it
All your secrets.
But I love my mom
Not only for this.
I love my mom
I'll tell you straight
Well, just for
That she is my mother!

Who is the most beloved in the world?
I'll tell the kids right away.
Go around the whole wide world
There is no better mother in the world!
One day I told my friends:
There are many good mothers in the world,
But not to be found, I vouch
A mother like mine!
She bought for me
On the wheels of a horse
Saber, paints and an album...
But is that the point?
I love her so
Mommy, my mommy!
Go around the world around
Just know in advance:
You will not find warmer hands
And more tender than my mother's.
You will not find eyes in the world
More affectionate and stricter.
Mother to each of us
All people are more precious.
One hundred ways, roads around
Go around the world:
Mom is the best friend
There is no better mom!
I thought day and night
How can I help my mom?
I will not wash the dishes -
So that the dishes were the targets.
Not to raise dust
I won't sweep.
And cook soup, roast -
This is not a man's business.
I'm ready to water the flowers
We just don't have flowers.
In general, I do not mind
Help mom with something

MOMMY

(Ubait Rajab)

Who came to me in the morning?
Mommy.
Who said: "It's time to get up"?
Mommy.
Who managed to cook porridge?
Mommy.
Tea - pour into a bowl?
Mommy.
Who braided my hair?
Mommy.
Whole house swept one?
Mommy.
Who picked flowers in the garden?
Mommy.
Who kissed me?
Mommy.
Who is a kid who loves laughter?
Mommy.
Who is the best in the world?
Mommy.

POEMS ABOUT MOTHER

(Olga Chusovitina)

Who opened this world to me
Not sparing your strength?
And always protected?
The best MOM in the world.

Who is the cutest in the world
And warm with its warmth,
Loves more than himself?
This is my MOM.

Reading books in the evening
And always understands everything
Even if I'm stubborn
I know my mom loves me.

Never get discouraged
He knows exactly what I need.
If, suddenly, a drama happens,
Who will support? My mom.

I walk the path
But my legs are tired.
jump over the hole
Who will help? I know MOM.

Mommy's favorite

Mommy, beloved, dear,
Sunshine, chamomile, cornflower,
I don't know what to wish you
On this wonderful day
I wish you joy and happiness
Peace and good luck for your life,
So that the heart does not break into pieces,
My dear, my dear, man!

Mom ... Seemingly simple word,
And how much tenderness, affection, warmth,
The child mumbles it stupidly,
Arms outstretched, swollen from sleep.
In sorrow and in joy we say
That timid "Mom", then a sharp "Mother".
Sometimes in a foreign land suddenly the heart asks
To call a complete stranger "Mom".
And at home so often we hurt her
With actions, looks, gestures, we
Then in the distance we involuntarily remember
About what added to her gray hair.
And we write on school sheets hastily
Confessions of my belated guilt.
She reads them, blushes bashfully,
And tears are visible in bitter wrinkles.
For a long time, without a letter, I forgave all the insults,
And here she is painfully pleased to read:
"Thank you, dear, for raising me,
For what you love, For what you are!!!

Mother

I don't know another word.
To so caress the ear.
I'll repeat it over and over
Sorry for the muffled voice.
This is the word we first learned.
With this word we live to death,
And when the clouds are gathering
be sure to call mom
mother, my dear mother.
The most faithful and loving friend
I feel with all my heart,
The warmth of your gentle hands.
These hands led me
from childhood to adulthood.
These hands protected me.
From diseases blows of fate.

Mom means tenderness
This is kindness, kindness,
Mom is serenity
This is joy, beauty!
Mom is a bedtime story
It's morning dawn
Mom - a hint in difficult times,
This is wisdom and advice!
Mom is the green of summer
It's snow, autumn leaf,
Mom is a ray of light
Mom means LIFE!

Mom sang a song
Dressed my daughter
Dressed-dressed
White shirt.

White shirt -
Thin line.
Mom sang a song
Shoe my daughter
Fastened with an elastic band
For every stocking.

Light stockings
On my daughter's feet.

Mom sang a song
Mom dressed the girl
Red dress with polka dots
New shoes on legs...

That's how mom did it.
Dressed up my daughter for May.
That's what mom -
Golden right!

Who loves you children more
Who loves you so tenderly
And takes care of you
Without closing your eyes at night?
- "Mom dear."
Who shakes the cradle for you,
Who sings songs to you
Who tells you fairy tales
And gives you toys?
- Golden Mom.
If, children, you are lazy,
Disobedient, playful,
What happens sometimes
- Who is shedding tears then?
- "That's all she is, my dear"

mother's eyes

(Elena Kravchenko)

Mom's eyes are like the sea
Blue-blue!
Dive head first
The one who is loved by mom. Mom's eyes are like dawns,
Gold-gold!
If mom smiles
We want to warm ourselves in them. Mom's eyes are like thunderstorms,
fire-fire,
If the children are naughty
And they will upset you with pampering. Mom's eyes are like roses,
Lace-lace!
So beautiful and airy
With a kind-kind spark!

One day I told my friends...

Once I said to my friends:
There are many good mothers in the world,
But not to be found, I swear
Such a mother as mine! She bought for me
On the wheels of a horse
Saber, paints and an album...
But is that really the point? I love her anyway,
Mommy, my mommy!

Happy child 16.02.2017

M ama- what a simple and amazing word for each of us. The warmest, the kindest. For any of us, mother is the most beautiful, the most tender, the most beloved, the most understanding and much more the very best ... This is the very first word, our life begins with it. Do not forget to tell our mothers words of gratitude, your love. And this can be expressed in different ways.

Dear readers, how often do you read and dedicate poems to mothers? You don't have to wait for some big reason. You can read something from poetry to your mothers and just in the mood when you meet. It especially touches our mothers when our children and grandchildren read poetry to them. So warm and so nice.

Today on the blog we have prepared for you a selection of poems about mom. They can be learned with children, as well as just read to your favorite mothers. I give the floor to Anna Kutyavina, the columnist.

Good afternoon to all readers of Irina's blog! Mommy is our dearest, beloved person in the world! We say this short word "mother", and we mean affection and care, strength and patience, great kindness and love. How much tenderness and warmth is stored in this beautiful word, which we call the only so close and dear person in the world. Mom tenderly pardons, loves deeply, warms, caresses and regrets, protects from a thousand troubles.
And let's remember how often we talk about our love and dedicate poems to our mother? Just like that, without anniversaries and holidays? Don't remember? Today we offer you touching and beautiful poems about mother, which are suitable for both small children and adults.

Short poems about mom for children 2-4 years old

Many poems are devoted to mothers, but I would like to single out short children's poems about mother, where sometimes more is said in 4 lines than in long poems. Even babies from the age of 2 can tell these gentle lines to their mother. It is at this age that children are especially interested in learning and reciting small poems.

We have selected very gentle quatrains for you and your children, in which there is so much children's love. They can be told, both in kindergarten at a matinee, and at home, congratulating mom on her birthday or on March 8. But, before you start learning verses with your child, help the baby, tell me how to tell it correctly, how it is easier to remember. Read all the rhymes to him and carefully look at which of them will cause special emotions in the child. Let the kid choose the best poem that he wants to repeat over and over again.

Our dear mother

Mother's day! Mother's day!
Put on the best dress!
Get up early in the morning
Clean up in the house
Anything good
Give mom.

(O. Vysotskaya)

My mommy
The best in the world.
Makes me happy
Sweet candies.

I love my mom
I'll help her today.
I'll lose my socks
I'll tear the tights!

Eyelashes

I'll sleep next to my mother
I will stick my eyelashes to her.
You eyelashes, don't blink,
Don't wake up your mom.

(G. Vieru)

gift for mom

I love my mom
I will give her a gift.
I made a gift myself
From paper with paints.
I will give it to my mother
Hugging affectionately.

(O. Chusovitina)

Mother's day

I walk, I think, I look:
“What will I give my mother tomorrow?
Maybe a doll? Maybe some candy?"
No!
Here's to you, dear, on your day
Scarlet flower - light!

(E. Blaginina)

mommy gift

From colored paper
I'll cut out a piece.
From it I will make
Little flower.
mommy gift
I'll cook.
The most beautiful
I have mom!

(O. Chusovitina)

Mom caresses us ...

Mom caresses us
The sun warms.
The sun, like mom,
Only one happens.

(V. Russu)

apple

ruddy apple
I won't have one
half an apple
Give to my beloved mother.

(E. Stekvashova)

If mom is happy
If she loves
Let snow and showers -
It's always spring in the house!

Poems about mom for schoolchildren

There are many different women in the world, but the most beloved is our mother. She teaches us to be wise, gives advice and worries about us.

These poetic lines are suitable for older children. We have selected poems for elementary and middle school students who want to please their beloved mothers.

Why Velcro

Mom loves and regrets.
Mom understands.
My mom knows everything
Knows everything in the world!
Why do wasps bite?
I ask directly.
And to ALL my questions
mom answers.
Will tell me where from the sky
Snow is taken in winter.
Why a loaf of bread
Is it baked from flour?
Why is the dog barking?
What will dream in a dream?
Why does the icicle melt
And trembling eyelashes?
Why is there a cloud in the sky
Is there a lawn in the forest?
I'M A GOOD LOOP-WHY,
AND SHE IS A KNOW-HOW!

(T. Bokova)

Star

A star is shining bright in the sky.
Shines, but does not warm - mom says.
I will stretch a ladder to the sky from the balcony.
I'll take an asterisk for mom from the sky.
Mom will light this star on her chest.
And warm with warmth, sing a song.
Mom is my star, my bright one!
Sweetheart, good, I love you!

colorful gift

I am a colorful gift
Decided to give it to my mom.
I tried to draw
Four pencils.
But first I'm on red
Pushed too hard
And then, immediately after the red,
Purple broke
And then the blue broke
And orange broke ...
Still a beautiful portrait
Because it's mom!

(P. Sinyavsky)

Mom is loved by everyone in the world,
Mom is the first friend.
Not only children love mothers,
Love all around.
If anything happens
If suddenly trouble
Mommy comes to the rescue
Will always help out.
Mom a lot of strength, health
Gives to all of us.
So, really, there is no
Better than our mothers.

Let's sit in silence

Mom is sleeping, she is tired ...
But I didn't play either!
I don't start a top
And I sit down and sit.

My toys don't make noise
Quiet in an empty room.
And on my mother's pillow
The beam is stealing golden.

And I said to the beam:
- I want to move too!
I would like a lot:
Read aloud and roll the ball,
I would sing a song
I could laugh
Whatever I want!
But my mother is sleeping, and I am silent.

The beam darted along the wall,
And then slithered towards me.
"Nothing," he whispered,
Let's sit in silence!

(E. Blaginina)

Mom

You are the most beautiful,
You are the best.
To the gentle sun
And looks like the moon.
I give you a smile
I give a big flower:
I want you to flutter
Always like a moth.

(V. Solonikin)

About mom

The house is empty
Very sad,
Want nothing -
Doesn't sing
Doesn't fight
Don't even want to...

I sat silent.
Someone knocked.
I opened - and right
In front of me - Mom!

And not boring
And it's not sad
I want to run, I want to jump
And laughs and sings
And laughing with might and main!

(E. Karganova)

Mommy - gifts

I am my beloved mother
I will give gifts:
I will embroider a handkerchief for her.
Like a living flower!
I will clean the apartment -
And there will be no dust anywhere.
Delicious bake a pie
With apple jam...
Only mom on the threshold -
Here and congratulations!
You are my mommy
I congratulate you:
With this holiday
Happy spring
With the first flowers
And a good daughter.

Poems for mom from daughter

Affectionate, sincere poems about mother want to give as a congratulation not only little girls, but also girls, and even adult women. After all, attachment to a loved one and a loved one only increases over the years. The poems we have selected will help you beautifully express your respect to your mother.

All mothers are bored like this

All mothers live so bored -
wash, iron, cook.
And they are not called to the Christmas tree,
gifts are not given to them.
When I grow up big
I will be a mother too.
But only a single mother,
Not a manly lady.
I will buy a new coat
Under the color of a crimson hat.
And never and never
I'm not marrying my dad.

(V. Egorov)

My mother's hands
Pair of white swans:
So tender and so beautiful
So much love in them!
They fly all day
It's like they don't know.
Bring comfort to the house
A new dress will be sewn,
Caress, warm -
Mom's hands can do everything!

The house is empty without mom

Without a mother, the house is empty ...
And they won’t call their daughter ...
They will not ask: “What is taking so long?”
With worry in your eyes...
And to the silence of the holy
The spirit and the brain are not used to...
And it seems like so many
Lost in a hurry…

And the smell of pies
Mom had a special...
And mom's pancakes
I can no longer see...
And quiet soft words
What heals wounds in the heart,
I can't hear again...
And it's scary to know...

Her portrait stands
Where she is a little over forty ...
In the hands of a bouquet of flowers,
What did you gather in the field...
And mother's light warms,
What is infinitely expensive ...
Holiness and love
What mom kept.

MY MOM!

Go around the world around
Just know in advance:
You will not find warmer hands
And more tender than my mother's.

You will not find eyes in the world
More affectionate and stricter.
Mother to each of us
All people are more precious.

One hundred ways, roads around
Go around the world:
Mom is the best friend
There is no better mom!

I always wanted to be like
On you, my beloved, dear.
To be as wise and sedate,
Know the price for yourself without naming.
You and I are like sisters
Or seemingly best friends
Helping you make sense of life
And we are sure of each other for a long time.
You can rely on me
And in big and small without fail,
Mommy, enjoy life
After all, good things in life are valuable!

I love it so much when you're just around
I love it when you look with a gentle look.
I love it when you help
I love it when you hug.
I love your warm hands
I love that your eyes are mine.
I love you for believing
Like me, in my beautiful dreams.
Thank you mom, for being my mom,
My mother and more you are a draw ...

Poems about mother, touching to tears

In this collection you will see how touching poems about mother are. Such lines evoke in the reader a "hurricane" of emotions from sincere joy to genuine tears. These poems will be a pleasant surprise for mom and will remain in her heart and soul for a long time.

You just don't get sick

Mom bent over the bed at night
And quietly whispers to his little one:
“Just don’t get sick, my Bunny is sweet,

When sickness approaches a child,
A mother's soul cries.
And mom does not fall asleep until the morning,
Pressing the palm of the baby to the cheek ...
When eyes shine not from fun,
When a son or daughter has a temperature,
That mother's heart is crying from impotence,
Trying to overcome all diseases ...
Wrapping gently Happiness in a blanket,
Clutching your Treasure to your chest,
She kept repeating:
“Go away, disease, go away from your son!”
And no medicine can heal
Like mother's care and warmth ...
Love - will provide a child with happiness,
It will drive away all ailments, troubles, evil ...
For a mother, the most important thing in the world
Health, happiness of their own children.
And in the same way, children love their mother,
As they grow older, they take care of her ...
Years have passed ... In bed, the mother is sick,
Two adult sons whisper to her:
"Just don't get sick, my dear,
I beg you, just don’t get sick ... "

Only mom will regret and understand
Only a mother can find a path to her heart.
Only mother will think at night
How do sons and daughters live.
Only a mother can run out into a snowstorm,
To console, to say: "Believe in yourself"
Only mom will be ten times worse.
From the fact that someone betrayed us in life.
Only mom can not be deceived,
Only with mom you can look into childhood.
And without a mother, the big world will be empty
Only in a dream will he come and ask: “What is the matter with you?”

I'll take her by the hand
I'll look into her eyes.
Her laughter will drive away the cloud,
Rain tears will fall.

I'll sit on my mother's knees
And I'll hug you nicely.
I don't need sweeter happiness
I'm not afraid of anything!

Mothers have a holy position in the world -
Pray for gifted children.
And day and night in the invisible ether
Our mothers are praying.
One falls silent, the other echoes.
Night will replace day, and night will come again.
But mothers' prayers do not stop
For a dear son or daughter.
The Lord hears the prayers of mothers,
He loves them more than we love.
Mother will never stop praying
About children who are not yet saved.
There is a time for everything, but as long as we are alive,
We must pray, cry out to God.
There is an unearthly power hidden in prayer,
When their mother whispers them with tears.
How quiet. The birds in the yard fell silent,
Everyone has already gone to bed.
In front of the window I bowed to pray
My own loving mother.

Take care of your mothers...

Take care of your mothers
Respect, appreciate, cherish,
Surround with your love
Both soul and heart hurt.
We are rich as long as the mother is near,
We come to her when everything is cold,
She just needs a hug
Whisper: "I'm with you, my dear!"
There is no more honest, disinterested love
And warmer than a radiant look,
Forgetting your grievances
They are happy to support us in trouble.
Don't forget that someone is waiting for you somewhere.
Come, call more often
Even a few modest minutes
Without regret in your soul, give.
Take care of your mothers
Get it while they're around
Be as warm as possible
They don't need anything else

(E. Terekhova)

Dear, dear with a warm look,
And comfort and embrace and press...
Mom, always be with me
You are the only one who will tell and understand!
I feel the warmth of your wonderful hands,
Lacking and sometimes sad
You are not just a mother, but a reliable friend.
Do not scold, but silently regret!
Children grew up and flew away from the nest,
Some rise, some fall
You always wait for us with hope,
Mom, only with you comes rapture!
I want God to always keep you
Drama was bypassed.
Every day to give joy only,
Smile more often, dear, dear mother!

I love you dear mother
There is nothing more precious than you.
Only here I realized, dear,
What do you mean to me now.

You gave me warmth, your caress,
Hiding his hands in his wet handkerchief.
And, accompanying me on the road,
You said, "Good luck son."

There were difficult days, even years,
You were able to survive it all.
Raised a man in me
Taught me how to live right.

Maybe I was wrong once
Maybe I said something wrong.
If you can, forgive me mom
This is all I now realize.

Poems about the mother of famous poets

The source of mother's love is endless. He will never run out in his life and at any moment he will be able to quench his thirst. It is precisely such feelings that can be found when reading poems about the mother of Russian poets. Let's plunge into this wonderful world of poetry together with you, and see what beautiful words contain delightful poems about the mother of famous poets.

Parting

Everything I do for my mother:
I play scales for her
For her I go to the doctor,
I study mathematics.
All the boys climbed into the river,
I was alone on the beach
For her after illness
Didn't even swim in the river.
For her I wash my hands
Eating some carrots...
Only now we are apart,
Mom in Pryluky
Fifth day on a business trip.
And tonight all evening
There is nothing for me to do!
And probably out of habit.
Or maybe out of boredom
I put matches in place
And for some reason I wash my hands.
And the scales sound sad
In our room. Without mom.

(A. Barto)

I would wash cups, spoons (Son - mother)

If I were a girl
I wouldn't waste my time!
I wouldn't jump on the street
I would wash my shirts
I would wash the floor in the kitchen,
I would sweep the room
I would wash cups, spoons,
I'd peel the potatoes myself
All my own toys
I would put it in place!
Why am I not a girl?
I would love to help my mom!
Mom would have said:
"Well done, son!"

(E. Uspensky)

My mother

Friend, look how in the plain of heaven
Smoky clouds float under the moon,
You see, cut through the incorporeal ether
Is her light pale, soulless, empty?

It is full to look into this starry sea,
Fully aim for the cold moon!
Is there not enough happiness in the worldly space?
Is there not enough heat in the fire of the heart?

The cold month will not answer you,
There is no strength to reach distant stars ...
The grave cold will meet you everywhere
In a distant land of bleak luminaries...

Mother

She's a little late
Hurrying from the station with a colorful bundle.
Still in the open windows of the hall
A banner with a golden shaft was seen,
There were needles on the stairs,
And the sound of the timpani, it seemed, did not go out ...
She passed with a trembling head,
In a blind scarf pulled down to the eyes.
She walked with a blind gait,
Leading the walls with a wrinkled hand.
And it was scary that she did not cry,
That look is so hot and dry.
Even at the entrance somewhere, at the gate,
She knew all about it, that's for sure.
She was given simple belongings
And glorious sons of the order.
Then the old woman went up to the ward,
I can still hear her footsteps
And silently handed out to the soldiers
homemade rye pies.

(V. Tushnova)

mother's letter

Are you still alive, my old lady?
I'm alive too. Hello you, hello!
Let it flow over your hut
That evening unspeakable light.
They write to me that you, concealing anxiety,
She was very sad about me,
What do you often go on the road
In an old-fashioned dilapidated shushun.
And you in the evening blue darkness
We often see the same thing:
Like someone is in a tavern fight for me
He put a Finnish knife under the heart.
Nothing, dear! Calm down.
It's just painful bullshit.
I'm not such a bitter drunkard,
To die without seeing you.
I'm still so tender
And I only dream about
So that rather from rebellious longing
Return to our low house.
I'll be back when the branches spread
In spring, our white garden.
Only you me already at dawn
Don't wake up like eight years ago.
Don't wake up what was noted
Don't worry about what didn't come true -
Too early loss and fatigue
I have experienced in my life.
And don't teach me to pray. No need!
There is no return to the old.
You are my only help and joy,
You are my only inexpressible light.
So forget your worries
Don't be so sad about me.
Don't go on the road so often
In an old-fashioned dilapidated shushun.

(S. Yesenin)

Mom

In the old Strauss waltz for the first time
We heard your silent call
Since then, all living things are alien to us
And the quick chime of the clock is gratifying.
We, like you, welcome the sunsets
Reveling in the nearness of the end.
All that we are rich on the best evening,
You put us in our hearts.
Tirelessly leaning towards children's dreams,
(Without you, only a month looked at them!)
You led your little ones by
Bitter life of thoughts and deeds.
From an early age, who is sad is close to us,
Laughter is boring and home shelter is alien
Our ship is not sent off in a good moment
And floats at the behest of all winds!
All paler azure island - childhood,
We are alone on deck.
Apparently sadness left a legacy
You, O mother, to your girls!

(M. Tsvetaeva)

I hope this selection will help you in choosing poems for the closest person. I wish you peace and good! Try to please your mothers with beautiful poems more often. And let them have only a good mood and warmth in their hearts!

Anna Kutyavina, psychologist, storyteller, owner of the Fairy World website.

I thank Anya for a selection of wonderful poems about my mother. Do not forget to say simple words of gratitude to them, and, if necessary, read these lines of poetry. And now I propose to listen to a very touching song, which is dedicated to all mothers.

Recently, in kindergarten, we were given the task of learning any verse about mom. And as luck would have it, I didn’t have the Internet and the child went to kindergarten unprepared. Therefore, so that this does not happen again, I decided to play it safe and create my own large collection of poems about my mother for any occasion. I hope it will also come in handy for you, for example, poems about mom can be read on March 8 as a congratulation. This holiday is just around the corner!

By the way, I found all the poems about my mother on the Internet, so don’t blame me and don’t swear a lot if you accidentally stumble upon your own verse among them. I apologize in advance. Listening to poems about mother from a daughter or from a son, isn't it happiness, especially if these poems are very beautiful and full of love?

Collection of poems about mother.

I paint on asphalt

I paint on asphalt
colorful crayons
In a soft white dress
Mom with blue flowers
I'll write down "Mom"
Let it be uneven, even crooked,
For her, for herself,
The cutest and most beautiful.

MY MOM!

Go around the world around
Just know in advance:
You will not find warmer hands
And more tender than my mother's.

You will not find eyes in the world
More affectionate and stricter.
Mother to each of us
All people are more precious.

One hundred ways, roads around
Go around the world:
Mom is the best friend
There is no better mom!

Mommy's favorite

Mommy, beloved, dear,
Sunshine, chamomile, cornflower,

On this wonderful day
I wish you joy and happiness
Peace and good luck for your life,

How many stars in a clear sky!
How many spikelets in the fields!
How many songs the bird has!
How many leaves on the branches!
There is only one sun in the world.
Only mother is alone in the world.

LET'S SIT IN SILENCE

Mom is sleeping, she is tired ...
But I didn't play either!
I don't start a top
And I sit down and sit.

My toys don't make noise
Quiet in an empty room.
And on my mother's pillow
The beam is stealing golden.

And I said to the beam:
- I want to move too!
I would like a lot:
Read aloud and roll the ball,
I would sing a song
I could laugh

Whatever I want!
But my mother is sleeping, and I am silent.
The beam darted along the wall,
And then slithered towards me.
"Nothing," he whispered,
Let's sit in silence!

(E.Blaginina)

Mother

Mom's dresses are innumerable.
There is blue and there is green
There is blue with large flowers -

In this she goes to the factory,
In this he goes to the theater and visits,
She sits in this, busy with drawings ...
Each serves its mother in its own way.
Thrown carelessly on the headboard
Old, shabby mother's dressing gown.
I serve it carefully to my mother,
And why - guess for yourself:
If you put on a colored robe,
So, the whole evening will stay with me.

MOTHER

I love you so much!
I need you
And at any hour and on any day
Has always been with me.

I love you so much,
What can not be said!
But I don't like it when
Your eyes are in tears.

I love you so much!
Go around the whole world
You are not more beautiful
You are not more tender.

Better not you
Beloved you are not
Nobody
nowhere
My mother,
My mother,
My mother!

(V. Lunin)

About mommy

Who cherished my dolls
I sewed funny clothes,
Helped me cradle them
And played toys with me?
- My mommy!
Who gave me advice
When you fall and hurt
And wiped away my tears,

- My mommy!
Who read me fairy tales at night,
Leaning over me a little
(And I closed my eyes,
And I was so calm)?
- My mommy!
Who carried me to bed
Wishing you good night
He whispered to me softly, sweetly:
"Sleep soon, daughter!"?
- My mommy!
Who is the smartest in the world
Do not find her a better glory,
The kindest, the wisest?<
- Well, of course, my mother!

WHO HELP MOM

Here, tell me, is it
Mom alone
Makes all the beds
Ironing my shirt

Sweeps the floor everywhere
And cooks dinner
Heals my cold
(If I have a cold)?

No, this cannot be!
Mommy is someone in secret
Helps in the hallway
Both in the garden and in the bath.

Maybe elves? Or gnomes?
Genie, the mightiest one?
Or good dragons
Working for mom?

If I were a fabulous creature,
I would help my mother too - by magic!

(N.Volkova)

To all mothers

Don't hurt mothers
Don't be offended by mothers.
Before parting at the door
Say goodbye to them gently.

And go around the corner
Don't rush, don't rush
And to her, standing at the gate,
Wave as long as you can.

Mothers sigh in silence

For them, we are forever babies,
And it's impossible to argue with that.

So be a little kinder
Do not be annoyed by their guardianship,
Don't hurt mothers.
Don't be offended by mothers.

They suffer separation
And we are on an endless road
Without maternal good hands -
Like babies without a lullaby.

Write letters to them soon

Don't hurt mothers
Don't be offended by mothers

Poems about mom

Who opened this world to me
Not sparing your strength?
And always protected?
The best MOM in the world.
Who is the cutest in the world
And warm with its warmth,
Loves more than himself?
This is my MOM.
Reading books in the evening
And always understands everything
Even if I'm stubborn
I know my mom loves me.
Never get discouraged
He knows exactly what I need.
If, suddenly, a drama happens,
Who will support? My mom.
I walk the path
But my legs are tired.
jump over the hole
Who will help? I know MOM.

SONG ABOUT MOM

You know, mom, an ordinary day
We can't live without you!
The word mom is so familiar
From the first days we speak!
It's worth it just to look
-The whole world is warmed around
The warmth of a mother's heart
Gentle, kind hands ...
Our troubles and tribulations
Retreat before you
Everything is clearer to us every year,
How are you fighting for us!
Mom, there is no friend more expensive
- Do you believe in our every takeoff!
Who else can help like you?
Who else understands like you?

Mikhail Sadovsky

MOTHER

Mom, very very
I love you!
So love that at night
I don't sleep in the dark.

I peer into the darkness
I'm in a hurry.
I love you all the time
Mommy, I love it!

Here the dawn shines.
It's already dawn.
Nobody in the world
There is no better mom!

(K.Kubilinskas)

I LOVE MOM

Davydova L.

Mommy

If I were a girl

Edward Uspensky

POEMS ABOUT MOTHER

Who opened this world to me
Not sparing your strength?
And always protected?
The best mom in the world.

Who is the cutest in the world
And warm with its warmth,
Loves more than himself?
This is my Mommy.

Reading books in the evening
And always understands everything
Even if I'm stubborn
I know Mom loves me.

Never get discouraged
He knows exactly what I need.
If, suddenly, a drama happens,
Who will support? My mom.

I walk the path
But my legs are tired.
jump over the hole
Who will help? I know - Mom.

(O. Chusovitina)

THIS WOULD BE LIKE A MOM

My mom sings
Always at work
And I always give her
Help with the hunt!

dreaming
Looks like mom
I become.
I am learning to iron
And cook
And erase
And I wipe the dust
And I'm sweeping the floor...
I dream.
I dream.
I dream
I dream...
I dream
How is your mom,
Know how to do everything
And maybe
How is your mom,
I will learn to sing.

Mikhail Sadovsky

Conversation with daughter

She told her daughter.
The daughter was surprised: - You are freezing
And on summer days?
- You won't understand, you're still small, -
Mother sighed wearily.
And the daughter screams: - I understand! -
And drags a blanket.

Mom's patience is limitless,

She dutifully waits for a call
And he believes that everything is going well,
But why is the line floating?
Eyes suddenly wet
The heart beat in silence.
Where only in the female body
Forces are taken, which is doubly
Fighting sorrow and pain

With sadness and vanity?
Let me guess
And I will conclude like this:
Any woman, becoming a mother,
Divides himself in half
Becomes the "most, most ..."
What breaks the clouds into trash!

Larisa Kasimova

ABOUT MOMMY

Who cherished my dolls
I sewed funny clothes,
Helped me cradle them
And played toys with me?
- My mommy!

Who gave me advice
When you fall and hurt
And wiped away my tears,
He said: "Don't cry, that's enough..."?
- My mommy!

Who read me fairy tales at night,
Leaning over me a little
(And I closed my eyes,
And I was so calm)?
- My mommy!

Who carried me to bed
Wishing you good night
He whispered to me softly, sweetly:
"Sleep soon, daughter!"?
- My mommy!

Who is the smartest in the world
Do not find her a better glory,
The kindest, the wisest?
- Well, of course, my mother!

Lullaby for mother

Mom worked hard
All things, things, things...
Mom is so tired for the day
I'll just stand by
Let her sleep a little
I will sing a song to her.
I will be closer to my mother -
I love her very much!
It's a pity that he can't hear
Mom my song.
There is no better song
Maybe sing louder to me
To mom this song
Did you hear it in your dream?

Mother's Day is coming
Today is mother's day
Today is women's day.
I know mom loves
Carnations and lilacs.
I know, I know, carnations and lilacs.

But there are no lilacs in March,
Can't get the cloves
Or maybe on a leaf
Draw flowers!
And you can, but you can draw flowers!

I'll take this picture
I'm over my mother's table
And dear mother
Happy Women's Day!
And mom and mom, congratulations on Women's Day!

From whom do we learn kindness?

Who do we learn from
Kindness?
At smoky blueberries
On the bush
At the starling flying
With a worm
By the meadows, combed
breeze,
At the ears ripening
On the fields,
By the rain that has come
In the clouds,
People laugh
And the gentle sun
For all,
At the big nods
Us elephants
And at daddy's song,
What is without words
-Everything open
We are around
But first - at my mother's
Good hands.

N. Bondarenko

GIFT FOR MOM

Poems for Mom
Who came to me in the morning?
Mommy.
Who said: "It's time to get up"?
Mommy.
Who managed to cook porridge?
Mommy.
Tea - pour into a bowl?
Mommy.
Who braided my hair?
Mommy.
Whole house swept one?
Mommy.
Who picked flowers in the garden?
Mommy.
Who kissed me?
Mommy.
Who is a kid who loves laughter?
Mommy.
Who is the best in the world?
Mommy.

I love mom

Mom brings me
toys, candy,
But I love my mom
Not for that at all.
funny songs
She hums
We are bored together
Never happens.
I open it
All your secrets.
But I love my mom
Not only for this.
I love my mom
I'll tell you straight
Well, just for
That she is my mother!

I haven't cried all day
Don't tease the dog.
Didn't carry a kitten
I'm not a prankster:
Today is mother's holiday.

MULTI-COLORED GIFT

I am a colorful gift
I decided to give it to my mother.
I tried, I drew
Four pencils.
But first I'm on red
Pushed too hard
And then, for the red immediately
Purple broke
And then the blue broke
And the orange one broke ...
All the same, the portrait is beautiful,
Because it's mom!

Who is the most beloved in the world?
I'll tell the kids right away.
Go around the whole wide world
There is no better mother in the world!
You can look and smile
Disperse the darkness of the night instantly.
We thank you, God
For giving us such a mother!
Know that children consider you
The best mom in the world!

Let the bird of happiness help
Execution to achieve
All wishes! Be loved
Everyone, like us, needs it!

Don't be sad that your hair is turning gray
Take care of yourself and don't get sick
Because there is no white light
The person is closer and dearer.

Trying to be strict
But the folds of bitterness are visible,
You look with longing and anxiety
On the strands of the first gray hair.

And not the years are in a hurry, but the dates.
And you're a little confused.
You have known joy and loss.
You are the Mother, you are the Woman, the Wife.

I love listening to stories

I love listening to stories
Mom in the evening I pray:
Read these stories to me
Then I close my eyes
I will dream in a dream
As if on a dashing horse
I'm jumping to fight with Koshchei,
Or with a three-headed serpent.
I do good to people.
All the guys know it
Fairy tales help in life:
We must always be honest
Never be afraid
Help the weak along the way
Go to people with kindness.

Mommy

The happiest

The sun came out
Glittering in the meadow.
I'm towards the sun
I run on the grass.
And white daisies
I vomit on the fly.
I will make a wreath
I'll weave the sun.

The day sparkles with joy
Beckons me into the distance
I need a rainbow
merrily ringing,
By the river under the willow
I hear the nightingale
The happiest
This morning I!

I collected in my hands
pure dew,
Rainbow and sun
I carry it in my hands!

And flowers over the river
Song and dawn -
Everything that I meet in the morning
I will give mom!

Parting

Poems about mom

The boy chose a rose carefully,
So that the rest do not crush,
The saleswoman looked worried.
Help him or not?
Thin fingers in ink,
Bumping into flower thorns
I chose the one that revealed
Petals this morning.
Raking your change out of your pockets
To the question - who did he buy?
He was embarrassed in a very strange way:
"Mom..." he whispered softly.
It's her birthday, she's thirty today...
She and I are very close friends.
Only now she lies in the hospital,
Soon I will have a brother.
Ran away. And we stood with the saleswoman,
I'm in my forties, she's in her fifties.
Women should have been born
To raise kids like this!

Mom sings

Mom in the rooms
In a white apron
Will go slowly
Walks through the rooms
busy with business
And, in between,
Sings.
Cups and saucers
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I smile
Don't forget
And sings.
But today
The voice is familiar
As if not the same at all:
Mom is still
walks around the house,
But he sings differently.
The voice is familiar
With special power
Suddenly, it sounded in silence.
good something
He brought into my heart...
I would not cry.

I offended my mother
I offended my mother
Now never ever
Let's not leave the house together
We don't go anywhere with her.
She won't wave out the window
And I won't wave to her
She won't say anything
And I won't tell her...
I'll take the bag by the shoulders
I will find a piece of bread
I'll find a stronger stick
I'll leave, I'll go to the taiga!
I will follow the trail
I will look for ore
And across the stormy river
I'm going to build bridges!
And I will be the chief
And I'll be with a beard
And I will always be sad
And so silent...
And then there will be a winter evening,
And many years will pass
And here's a jet plane
Mom will take the ticket.
And on my birthday
That plane is coming
And mom will come out of there,
And my mother will forgive me.

If I were a girl

If I were a girl
I wouldn't waste my time!
I wouldn't jump on the street
I would wash my shirts
I would wash the floor in the kitchen,
I would sweep the room
I'd peel the potatoes myself
All my own toys
I would put it in place!
Mom would have said:
"Well done, son!"

Children's poems about mom

I take care of my mother's work,
I help in any way I can.
Today mom is for lunch
Cooked cutlets
And she said: "Listen,
Vypychi, eat!”
I ate a little
Isn't it help?

N. Grozovsky

Conversation with mom

The son calls: - Agu, agu! -

Like, stay with me!

And in response: - I can not,

I will wash my dishes!

But again: - Agu, Agu! -

Heard with renewed vigor.

And in response: - Run, run,

Don't be angry, my dear!

I take care of my mother's work,
I help in any way I can.
Today mom is for lunch
Cooked cutlets
And she said: "Listen,
Vypychi, eat!”
I ate a little
Isn't it help?

Our mommy

Who do we meet first?
Coming to the white world, -
So this is our mother
She is not cuter.
All life revolves around her,
Our whole world is warmed by it,
All the century she tries
She is the backbone of the house
Busy every hour.
And there's no one but
Who would love us so much.
So she has more happiness
And life is longer,
And joy is in her lot,
And less sad things!

Evening request

Mom, I already
Lie down in bed
And I'll try
Sleep soon.
I am no darkness
Not afraid,
Just leave
ajar door,
So that they can come to me
Dreams to pass
For me to hear
Your steps!

M. Tank

ABOUT MOM

Poems about mom

Mommy, forgive me
I spilled the tablecloth
And your flowers<
Fell off the table
And the vase broke
If you want, mommy
I'll be in the corner!!!

Poems about mom

How many stars in a clear sky!
How many spikelets in the fields!
How many songs the bird has!
How many leaves on the branches!
There is only one sun in the world.
Only mother is alone in the world.

Why Velcro

mom with pumpkin

Mom cuts the pumpkin
And he puts children to himself,
Takes seeds from a pumpkin
And gives to the kids.

mothers

Moms love to eat jam
Sitting in the dark in the kitchen
Sing while dancing on Sunday
If no one sees them.
Moms love to measure puddles,
Finding them in the hot summer
Forget the keys to the door
And then loiter somewhere.
Moms like to sleep on Saturday
And sculpt elephants out of snow
And skip work
And in the winter without a hat to run.
Moms love to chew on candy.
And ride the tram
But they are silent about it.
Why?
No one knows…

D. Gerasimova

Who loves you children more
Who loves you so tenderly
And takes care of you
Without closing your eyes at night?
- "Mom dear."
Who shakes the cradle for you,
Who sings songs to you
Who tells you fairy tales
And gives you toys?
- Golden Mom.
If, children, you are lazy,
Disobedient, playful,
What happens sometimes -
Who is shedding tears then?
- "That's it, dear."

Mom is getting old.
She is no longer happy
Calls of girlfriends and pranks of grandchildren.
Years and fatigue are pressing on my shoulders,
And they don't want to raise their hands
And the legs do not go - the strength has dried up.
Eyes watering, voice trembling a little.
I heard she asked yesterday:
"Give me more, Lord, to live" ...

Mom is sick.
She can't sleep at night
All dreams are long gone.
Lies and waits: suddenly a nimble tit
In the morning, will he hit his beak on the window?
I'll light the candles - God help me -
Give her health and my strength.
Let mom become at least a little younger,
And wisdom is enough for us for two.

I myself am a mother. I will not hide from anyone -
I am both unbearable and harsh.
And I know that offensive, sometimes,
Epithets fly off the tongue.
Of course, not out of malice, but out of annoyance
I can say unnecessary words ....
Do not be offended, sons, do not -
Forgiving is sometimes easier than understanding.

And, you, dear, smile bravely,
Look - spring is on the way again.
Live longer. You know it's so important to us
With grandmother and mother next to us ....

Lullaby for mother

Bye-bye, mom!
Go to bed early.
Lie down and I'll sing to you
Your lullaby.
Bye-bye, mom!
I know you're tired.
All day with your warmth
You warmed our house.
Bye-bye, mom!
The night is full of fog.
I will wrap my hand around you
I will give you peace.
Bye-bye, mom!
I won't play pranks.
I lie next to the bed
I will lie down and I will ... sleep. Bye-bye!

"A woman with a child...

There is a holy and prophetic sign in nature,
Brightly marked in wreaths:
The most beautiful of women
A woman with a child in her arms.

From any misfortune spell
(She’s not good at all!),
No, not the Mother of God, but the earthly one,
Proud, sublime mother.

The light of love has been bequeathed to her since ancient times,
And so it stands for centuries:
The most beautiful of women
A woman with a child in her arms.

Everything in the world is marked by traces
No matter how many paths you walk,
Apple tree - decorated with fruits,
A woman is the fate of her children.

May the sun applaud her forever,
So she will live for centuries,
The most beautiful of women

Don't hurt mothers
Don't be offended by mothers.
Before parting at the door
Say goodbye to them gently.

And go around the corner
Don't rush, don't rush
And to her, standing at the gate,
Wave as long as you can.

Mothers sigh in silence
In the silence of the nights, in the silence of the disturbing.
For them, we are forever babies,
And it's impossible to argue with that.

So be a little kinder
Do not be annoyed by their guardianship,
Don't hurt mothers.
Don't be offended by mothers.

They suffer separation
And we are on an endless road
Without maternal good hands -
Like babies without a lullaby.

Write letters to them soon
And don't be shy about high words
Don't hurt mothers
Don't be offended by mothers!

Everyone in their own way congratulates mom

Everyone in their own way
Congratulate mom,
Listen, listen like:
Mu-u - calves,
Pi-and - mice,
And the pigs are like this: oink-oink-oink!
Everyone in their own way
Congratulate mom,
Listen, listen like:
Be-be - lambs,
Chiv-chirik - birds,
And the cubs are like this: uh-uh!

Everyone in their own way
Congratulate mom,
Listen, listen like:
meow kittens,
Av-av - puppies,
And the foals like this: hoo!

sweet mommy
We all congratulate.
In his song for her
Let's say very
Let's say very
We love her very much.

M. Evensen

Mommy's favorite

By the will of fate, one young mother,
She gave birth to a son right on the field.
Barely managed to get to the bridge.

But not a single soul is a mile away!
There was someone to call for help.
Intuitively unhappy mother,
took birth on her own.
In fluffy skirts the child swaddled,
and, warming, pressed to the chest!
Having taken off the last jacket,
She hid her son, hugged her lovingly ...
This hug could not be separated
In the morning, the spouses that were found dead,
A mother who warmed her son with herself.
And surprisingly, he was alive!
They buried their mother by the bridge,
And that boy was adopted.
This couple did not reveal to anyone
That the child was not native to them.
The surprised quarter spoke:
So God sent a son to the childless!
The boy grew up happy with them!
He loved will, often walked in the field.
Wherever he goes for a walk,
His old bridge all the time beckoned.
He sat here for a long time, fishing.
The river was overgrown, small,
But he felt so good here.
Walking from the church, he strove for the bridge,
It's like being blessed by God.
Quietly laughing and crying prayed,
flowers to an unfamiliar grave lay down:
“After all, a person lived and loved someone !!!”
When, having matured, he became serious,
The father in the clean field called his son:
“I must reveal a secret to you!
So that I can live my old age in peace.
The mother is already dead, she won't be able to tell;
Yes, I am not a father, and she is not a mother either!
Led to that familiar grave, to the bridge,
And he told the whole story:
“Twenty years ago, in January
There was such a blizzard in the yard.
My wife and I rode in a cart,
Near the bridge here, suddenly they saw
The woman pressed her son to her heart,
Newborn, and did not breathe
We buried - here is a mound in silence,
This is where your mother lies.
We then buried the secret from everyone,
Because they were childless!
You don't owe your life to us, son,
- God, that he saved in his mother's arms!
He sent us to save you,
Taking from the cold, frozen ground.
I remember we cried when we saw
That mother's arms wrapped around you,
They warmed me with the warmth of their tender love.
She took off everything, and even underwear -
Wrapped up the little body, son, yours.
And, half-naked, very loving,
She warmed you with her breath.
So you came to her on a date,
To the place of your parting.
Mom rests, son, here is yours,
Stop, bow down. I'll go home!"
A haze swirled over the field.
But he shouted louder: “You saved me,
- Beloved, kind, my mother!
Oh, what, dear, will I repay you?
You were cold, you were cold
But, having removed everything from yourself, you saved me.
Your love is sacrificial, poor mother,
I can't revive you, raise you!
Even if I can't do anything,
But I will warm your mound! I'll warm you up!"
And nearby, a passer-by marveled, frozen,
Like a crying man, having taken off all his clothes, covering him,
That mound hugged and sobbed,
I warmed my mother with myself, as best I could!

Oh children, hurry up, hurry up
And hug your mom tight!
While mom lives and always waits for you,
Keep her warm as she warmed her!
He will help you in everything, he will never betray,
He will give all the best to you, his children.
And if a difficult hour comes one day,
That mother will protect and save.

You scolded me sometimes
But praised - more often.
My dear mother,
You can be admired!

You have simple goals:
Feed us and clothe us
So that everyone can do it themselves
And strive to succeed!

We respect your valuable work,
After all, at any time
Mommy is worried
With all your heart for us...

My dear, dear,
Adored mother!
Do not need anything else,
Just to see you around.

Knowing that you are alive is healthy
And you always wait for me...
Give me the floor, please
What a hundred years you will live!

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy -
Can't find one like this anymore!
You know everything in the world.
All the kids envy me...

Slim like a girl
Working like a bee.
Smart as a scientist
Trying to be funny.

It doesn't get boring with you -
You are always learning something.
Looks like you're super mom
And my friend is the most reliable!

Mom, I need you
And I have loved since birth.
You carried me under your heart
Heaven prayed for me...

How to repay you for caring
Daily "mom" work? ...
I will give you my heart
I will open the door to my soul!

Mom, I'm sorry I can't
For the rest of my life
Keep you beautiful
Let everything live again.

But perhaps in my power
Make you live
And in harmony, and in happiness,
And bloomed with joy ...

To not think about tomorrow
Rested from worries.
You deserve everything, really
You deserve comfort!

Mom, your hands are golden,
Everything in the world is in a hurry to change.
And the eyes always burn young
And the soul is filled with enthusiasm.

You don't know fatigue, mom,
You succeed in everything and everywhere.
Not for a moment do you rest stubbornly,
How do you manage all this?

I keep trying for you
Adopt these qualities.
I look up to you in this life,
And how do you want to raise children ...

Mom ... how much meaning is invested
This word is a symbol of life ...
Bent over at the cradle, did not sleep,
Mommy sang songs to me, rocked ...

If I'm a little upset,
Stroking me gently on the head ...
Nose buried in the crown of my
I said quietly "I love" ...

Weasel invested, sympathy, strength.
My mother asked me happiness from God ...
Now it's my turn
Pray to God for her health.

Mom, you are always by my side.
I know you will never leave me...
Give me your hand if I suddenly stumble.
I pray for your health...

To know neither pain nor troubles,
She lived many happy years.
It's a pity that I can't hold back time
And give you eternal youth ...

Not enough songs of all in the world,
Poems and the best words,
Talk about how children remember
About maternal love!

Realizing the indebtedness
I kneel in the temple
And I ask for a long, long life
On the birthday of my beloved mother.

I ask for simple happiness
But such that goosebumps!
Save her, God, from bad weather,
Save yourself from empty misses.

And let the look illuminated by the Light
Do not mourn for empty losses,
May the dawns be long
And happy dreams in sunsets.

I dream of returning to my childhood
And in the arms of my beloved mother,
Find a cure for sorrow
Forgetting all past dramas.

I hurry this day
Dial your phone number
You are the best among mothers
You are better than thousands, millions!

Let in the corners of beautiful eyes
There are already wrinkles
I'll erase them with a couple of gentle phrases,
There is no reason to be sad about it.