mothers day poems elementary students

mothers day poems elementary students

Mothers' Day is a threat to reveal Mum that we recognize her for all that she does.
If you ask Mom “What is your favorite Mother’s Day gift?” you’ll possibly discover that maximum will say, “The self-made ones!” That’s one cause why each yr, I attempt to assist children to create homemade, craft items that moms will love and treasure.

Print a few poems ahead of time on pretty paper on behalf of children and have them ready to attach or tape to bookmarks, playing cards or even a foam photograph frame



Poem #1

Heaven needed hands to soothe and care

For little children everywhere

Heaven needed arms to carry babes

Who might cry and lose their way



Heaven needed voices calm and smooth

To hush fears and change a mood

Who did heaven find to do such amazing deeds?

Who could guide a life and meet the need?

Mothers! It was mothers who heaven chose

Thank you, mothers, you are heaven’s perfect rose







Poem #2



Mum, I love that you are always…

I remember that time when…

Thank you for…

I hope you…

If you ask Mom “What is your favorite Mother’s Day gift?” you’ll possibly discover that maximum will say, “The self-made ones!” That’s one cause why each yr, I attempt to assist children to create homemade, craft items that moms will love and treasure.

mothers day poems elementary students

“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.

mothers day poems elementary students

mothers day poems elementary students

Mum,

I hand you daffodils,

a small gesture to mark the many sacrifices you make for us.

grandparents and teachers

The church is packed as we remember

your patience and theirs;

we celebrate those times brokenness

is overcome and kindness spread where it is craved.

We look together to the one who gave us carers,

and we are thankful.

The Church rush in through the wooden doors

one by one, with dripping raincoats and eyes to the ground,

relieved to escape gale force winds. Families flurry in,

grumbling about sleepless nights; worrying about children

who’ve put their Velcro shoes on the wrong feet (again)?

Some rack their brains to remember whether

they’re on the crèche rota that day, whilst the

attention of others is consumed by recipes for the Sunday roast.

They bring in the joys and the struggles of the weeks they have had

you can see pain and triumph on their faces.

And they meet, and sing and pray. They are reminded of

the one who made the world, a loving Father who

knows them all by name and calls each of the family.

The elderly greet the young, shake hands and smile;

friends catch up over cups of steaming coffee.

Mums, dads, grandparents, children, and individuals

encourage, grin, affirm, ask questions – a different pace of life.

They leave the church in groups, looking out for those alone:

the hopeful and the hopeless stand side by side. The rain

Or conclude these phrases to help you write your own personalized message 

Mum, I love that you are always…

I remember that time when…

Thank you for…

I hope you…