short mothers day poems

Top 20 Short Mothers Day Poems – #20 is HILARIOUS

If you need short Mothers Day poems to write or read,
You’re in the right place, we have all that you need.

Whether short Mothers Day poems to get your Mum laughing,
Or something more serious by the legendary Rudyard Kipling,
These short Mothers Day poems will make your Mum Glow,
Even the one penned by infamous Edgar Allen Poe.

Pick a poem that’s funny, serious or a classic short Mothers Day rhyme,
And you’ll guarantee Mum’s Mothers Day will be a good time,
Because beneath all the stanzas, metaphors, lines, rhymes and word glue,
You’re saying the three words that are the truest of true.


Short Mothers Day Poems


M-O-T-H-E-R – by Howard Johnson

‘M’ is for the million things she gave me,

‘O’ means only that she’s growing old,

‘T’ is for the tears she shed to save me,

‘H’ is for her heart of purest gold;

‘E’ is for her eyes, with love-light shining,

‘R’ means right, and right she’ll always be,

Put them all together, they spell ‘MOTHER,’

A word that means the world to me.



There’s only one advice.

That’s worth more than another.

A lifetime of choices sends you somewhere.

So treasure the voice of your mother.



My Mother – by Ann Taylor

Who ran to help me when I fell,

And would some pretty story tell,

Or kiss the place to make it well?

My mother.



You may have tangible wealth untold;

Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.

Richer than I you can never be —

I had a mother who read to me.

By Strickland Gillilan



Only One Mother – by George Cooper

Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,

Hundreds of shell on the shore together,

Hundreds of birds that go singing by,

Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather,

Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,

Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,

But only one mother the world wide over.


Everything Mum – by Joanna Fuchs

How did you do it all, Mom

Be a chauffeur, cook and friend?

Yet find time to be a playmate,

I just can’t comprehend.

I see now it was love, Mum

That made you come whenever I’d call,

Your inexhaustible love, Mum

And I thank you for it all.


What Mother Means – by Karl Fuchs

“Mother” is such a simple word,

But to me there’s meaning seldom heard.

For everything I am today,

My mother’s love showed me the way.


Mom and Me

Best friends forever

Mom and me

Picking flowers

And climbing trees.

A shoulder to cry on

Secrets to share

Warm hearts and hands

That really care.



A mother is your first friend,

Your best friend,

Your forever friend.


Funny Short Mothers Day Poems


Because it’s Mother’s Day I am going to write a poem for you,

And I will do my best to try to make it rhyme.

Shoot, I think I already screwed it up,

And now I’m not really sure where to go from here.

Well, it doesn’t matter, anyways, because I know this is true,

My mom loves me regardless, so happy Mother’s Day to you!



Mom, I have no fancy gift for you, for I know you’re too good for that.

I won’t be taking you out to eat, for fear that the food will fall flat.

And I don’t want to give you jewelry and diamonds,

For they might just wind up in some heap,

So I’ve decided to send you this Mother’s Day poem,

And, no, it’s not cuz I’m cheap!



Mom you’re so awesome,

I’d never want to trade,

You’re the best mother there ever was,

And I’m the best child ever made!



Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Happy Mother’s Day Mum!

Sorry you didn’t give birth to a poet who could rhyme!



Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Thanks for cooking my food and making my bed,

Happy mothers day to you.


Longer & Lovely Mothers Day Poems By Very Serious Poets


To My Mother – by Edgar Allan Poe

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,

The angels, whispering to one another,

Can find, among their burning terms of love,

None so devotional as that of “Mother,”

Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-

You who are more than mother unto me,

And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you

In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.

My mother- my own mother, who died early,

Was but the mother of myself; but you

Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,

And thus are dearer than the mother I knew

By that infinity with which my wife

Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.



Mother O’ Mine – by 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!



Child And Mother – by Eugene Field

O mother-my-love, if you’ll give me your hand,

And go where I ask you to wander,

I will lead you away to a beautiful land,-

The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.

We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there,

Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,

And the flowers and the birds are filling the air

With the fragrance and music of dreaming.


There’ll be no little tired-out boy to undress,

No questions or cares to perplex you,

There’ll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,

Nor patching of stockings to vex you;

For I’ll rock you away on a silver-dew stream

And sing you asleep when you’re weary,

And no one shall know of our beautiful dream

But you and your own little dearie.


And when I am tired I’ll nestle my head

In the bosom that’s soothed me so often,

And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead,

A song which our dreaming shall soften.

So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand,

And away through the starlight we’ll wander,-

Away through the mist to the beautiful land,-

The Dreamland that’s waiting out yonder.



More Than A Mother – by Kari Keshmiry

When God set the world in place,

when He hung the stars up in space,

when He made the land and the sea,

then He made you and me.

He sat back and saw all that was good,

He saw things to be as they should.

Just one more blessing He had in store;

He created a mother, but whatever for?

He knew a mother would have a special place

to shine His reflection on her child’s face.

A mother will walk the extra mile

just to see her children smile.

She’ll work her fingers to the bone

to make a house into a home.

A mother is there to teach and guide,

a mother will stay right by your side.

She’ll be there through your pain and strife,

she’ll stay constant in your life.

A mother will lend a helping hand

until you have the strength to stand.

She’ll pick you up when you are down,

when you need a friend she’ll stick around.

A mother is one who listens well,

will keep her word; will never tell.

A mother never pokes or pries

but stands quietly by your side,

giving you the strength you need,

encouraging you to succeed.

A mother is one who can be strong

when you need someone to lean on.

You’re more than a mother to me;

a reflection of Him in your face I see,

a love that knows no boundaries.

I’m glad that you chose to be

all this and more to me.

You share a love that knows no end,

you’re more than my mother,

you are my friend.


My Mother – by Ritwik Sinha

My mother is the dearest for me.

She loves me like an angel,

She serves me like a nurse.

She is the soul of our house;

She takes care of us.

She helps me to do my homework,

She prepares our breakfast.

She is a very kind and a loving mother,

I feel proud of my mother.



First Child…..Second Child – by Ogden Nash


Be it a girl, or one of the boys,

It is scarlet all over its avoirdupois,

It is red, it is boiled; could the obstetrician

Have possibly been a lobstertrician?

His degrees and credentials were hunky-dory,

But how’s for an infantile inventory?

Here’s the prodigy, here’s the miracle!

Whether its head is oval or spherical,

You rejoice to find it has only one,

Having dreaded a two-headed daughter or son;

Here’s the phenomenon all complete,

It’s got two hands, it’s got two feet,

Only natural, but pleasing, because

For months you have dreamed of flippers or claws.

Furthermore, it is fully equipped:

Fingers and toes with nails are tipped;

It’s even got eyes, and a mouth clear cut;

When the mouth comes open the eyes go shut,

When the eyes go shut, the breath is loosed

And the presence of lungs can be deduced.

Let the rockets flash and the cannon thunder,

This child is a marvel, a matchless wonder.

A staggering child, a child astounding,

Dazzling, diaperless, dumbfounding,

Stupendous, miraculous, unsurpassed,

A child to stagger and flabbergast,

Bright as a button, sharp as a thorn,

And the only perfect one ever born.



Arrived this evening at half-past nine.

Everybody is doing fine.

Is it a boy, or quite the reverse?

You can call in the morning and ask the nurse.


You’ve Found Your Favourite Short Mothers Day Poems…

So now that you’ve found short Mothers Day poems that your Mum will love as much as you,

You know what’s next to do…

Make sure you have everything else you need for your Mum,

From Mother’s Day gifts, cards, Mother’s Day messages, and jokes, that make you the favourite daughter or son!

Tom Raider

Tom Raider

Our wily wordsmith, Tom, is a key weaver of yarns and the chief storyteller at Octopus HQ. Tom writes words of wit and wisdom which can be read on Yellow Blogtopus. He also helps pen the praiseworthy product descriptions that help you decide what you feel like purchasing from us. Along with our Marketing Maestro, he helps brain storm and devise new plans for how to spread the name of Yellow Octopus to deserving Australians from Kakadu all the way to King Island.