Say it with gifts, cards, favors or a poem, mom remains a darling for ever! The lady who teaches you the essence of living is the one we owe our gratitude to. One feels that the season of Jesus' Advent is perhaps the best moment to occasion our thanksgiving to the most beautiful woman on earth.
Christmas Carnivals comes with Christmas Poem for Mothers.
In the poem "The Moon and the Yew Tree", Sylvia Plath wrote:
The yew tree points up. It has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness -
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
The noted German poet, Rainer Maria Rilke wrote "beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror" in this poem, Plath consistently explores the realms of happiness and despair which accompany the expectations of a daughter from her mother, combing an evocation of place. There is a balance between observation and introspection that Plath does better than anyone else. However tough it might seem, the prettiest relationship, if there's one at all, is the one we bear towards our mom. She's the umbilical cord which is a signatory of the Covenant of our place on earth.
Every poet is a mother's child, and many of the greatest poets have immortalized this elemental relationship. There are poets as diverse as Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Sylvia Plath, Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Gwendolyn Brooks, Alice Walker and Seamus Heaney.
Christmas Carnivals Christmas Poem for Mothers poems includes traditional favorites, lesser-known Yuletide treasures, and happy surprises.
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