What is the best short story you can write about mother’s day, or just mothers in general? This is one of the many other questions asked on mother’s day for those people who don’t really know how to go about it. But with this post, I don’t think that will be a problem anymore.
What Is the Best Short Story You Can Write about Mother’s Day, Or Just Mothers In General
It might be that you are looking for a poem or just a short message in general to send to that wonderful woman in your life and not just your mom. And while there are so many ways to show your mom just how she is appreciated on mother’s day such as breakfast in bed, special mother’s day gifts or even baking a cake amongst many other things, there is one thing that is guaranteed to hit her right where she feels and that is sharing one or more of the best mother’s day poems and short stories.
Popular and famous people at all times write odes or poems to their moms, ranging from religions mother’s day sentiments to others that look back at childhood and reflect on all of those fuzzy warm memories. And while you just might try putting on or two things together in writing your mom a poem on this special day, it is not really a bad idea to leave it to the pros and then write down one that is a masterpiece. And with that being said, here are short stories and poems that you can write or share on mother’s day or just to mothers in general.
Tribute to Mother
“A picture memory brings to me; I look across the years and see. Myself beside my mother’s knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain. My selfish moods, and know again. A child’s blind sense of wrong and pain.
But wiser now, a man gray grown. My childhood’s needs are better known. My mother’s chastening love I own”. John Greenleaf Whittier
To My Mother
“You too, my mother, read my rhymes. For love of unforgotten times, And you may chance to hear once more, The little feet along the floor”. Robert Louis Stevenson
Sonnets Are Full Of Love
“Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome has many sonnets: so here now shall be one sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me to her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home, to my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome; Whose service is my special dignity, and she my loadstar while I go and come and so because you love me, and because I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name: In you not fourscore years can dim the flame of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws of time and change and mortal life and death”. Christina Rossetti.
“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”. Lola Ridge.
Mother o’ Mine
“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!” Rudyard Kipling.