Mother Birthday Poems

It's your mother's birthday and you want to give something special to her, something that is as lovely as her and something that would help you express your love towards her. In this context, poems come across as one of the best options. In fact, it is a great idea is to wish your mother a 'Happy Birthday' with a collection of meaningful poetry, expressing your love and gratitude. In case you are now looking for birthday poems for your mother, we are here at your service. Go through the poetry collection given below and choose any one of the poems to surprise your mother on her birthday.

Happy Birthday Poems For Mother Your Birthday!
Your Birthday is here,
Bringing joy and pleasures new,
On this special day, Mother dear,
I want to remember you.
I cannot give you costly gifts,
And I've told you this before,
No matter what I give to you,
You give back much, much more.
I'm giving you a pure, sweet rose,
Gathered in the early morn,
This rose you planted in my heart,
The day that I was born.
In kindly, loving thoughts of you,
And with the faith you still impart,
The rose I give to you today,
Is the love that's in my heart.
- Anonymous

My Dear Mom!
Mom, I loved you yesterday, I love you tomorrow and everyday.
You were there for me my first day of school, to hold my hand and give me courage to go.
You listened to me when I needed to talk, you talked to me when I needed to listen.
You let me grow and learn from my own mistakes.
You never left my side when I was feeling down, I knew you would be there to pick me up.
I wish there was a way I could repay all the things you have done for me, but there's nothing great enough to repay the greatest mother of all.
- Anonymous

God's Gift
My Mother is a special gift,
A special gift that God gave to me.
I'd be lost and lonely without her,
If God took her away you see.
I love her so very much,
That I couldn't bear to live without her healing touch.
Thank-you God for giving me such a loving Mother,
For I wouldn't want to be a part of no other.
- Melanie Reid

My Daffodil
In the beginning, it was just me and you,
A heavy weight, that gave you the flu.
Could barely stand, yet went to work,
Even though, your boss was a jerk.

How could I ever, thank you enough?
Through your examples, I learned to be tough.
You taught me how to, stand up for myself,
Always place books, back onto the shelf.

Today we celebrate, an everyday miracle,
Forever cherished, in my hearts pinnacle.
Words cannot explain, how I feel,
My precious mother, my daffodil.
- Martin Dejnicki