No words can truly capture a mother’s love, but these poems get pretty close. Whether you have a close relationship with your mum, you two have recently reconnected, you have lost your mum, or you’re a mum yourself, there are many different forms a mother-daughter relationship can take.

Whether you’re looking for something brilliant to jot down in your Mother’s Day card this year, or you’re just looking for some quotes that capture your special relationship that you can enjoy on your own, these poems express all of the different ways that a mother’s love is truly special. From modern day writers like Lang Leav to classic poets like Rudyard Kipling these talented scribes perfectly put into words the strong love that you feel for your mum. To celebrate her guidance, strength and love, here are some beautiful Mother’s Day poems.


“A Mother’s Love,” Helen Steiner Rice

A Mother’s love is something

that no one can explain,

It is made of deep devotion

and of sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and unselfish

and enduring come what may,

For nothing can destroy it

or take that love away,

It is patient and forgiving

when all others are forsaking,

And it never fails or falters

even though the heart is breaking,

It believes beyond believing

when the world around condemns

,And it glows with all the beauty

of the rarest, brightest gems,

It is far beyond defining,

it defies all explanation,

And it still remains a secret

like the mysteries of creation,

A many splendored miracle

man cannot understand

And another wondrous evidence

of God’s tender guiding hand.


“A Thank You Note,” Lang Leav

You have told me

All the things

I need to hear

Before I knewI needed to hear them

To be unafraid

Of all the things

I used to fear,

Before I knew

I shouldn’t fear them.


“Mother,” Lola Ridge

Your love was like moonlight

turning harsh things to beauty,

so that little wry souls

reflecting each other obliquely

as in cracked mirrors …beheld in your luminous spirit

their own reflection,

transfigured as in a shining stream,

and loved you for what they are not.

You are less an image in my mind

than a luster

I see you in gleams

pale as star-light on a gray wall …

evanescent as the reflection of a white swan

shimmering in broken water.


“I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone,” Rainer Maria Rilke

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,

never be blind or too old

to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.

I want to unfold.

Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;

for there I would be dishonest, untrue.

I want my conscience to be

true before you;

want to describe myself like a picture I observed

for a long time, one close up,

like a new word I learned and embraced,

like the everyday jug,

like my mother’s face,

like a ship that carried me along

through the deadliest storm.


“Mother O’ Mine,” Rudyard Kipling

If I were hanged on the highest hill,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

I know whose love would follow me still,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

I know whose tears would come down to me,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,

I know whose prayers would make me whole,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!


“To My Mother,” Christina Rossetti

To-day’s your natal day;

Sweet flowers I bring:

Mother, accept, I pray

My offering.

And may you happy live,

And long us bless:

Receiving as you give

Great happiness.


Untitled Poem, Sarah Malin

Your arms were always open when I needed a hug.

Your heart understood when I needed a friend.


“Never Enough,” Reanna Almeida

Sometimes I know the words to say to give thanks for all you’ve done, but then they fly up and away as quickly as they come.

How could I possibly thank you enough, the one who makes me whole, the one to whom I owe my life, the forming of my soul.

The one who tucked me in at night, the one who stopped my crying, the one who was the expert at picking up when I was lying

Taken from Good Housekeeping

Maria x