Honor your mother

[Motherof8]

Is there a poem praising mothers or telling people to honor their mothers? If so, o\please tell me where I can find it.


Motherof8

[cafolini]

You are being honored by who you are, mother of 8, or not honored. The poems you are asking for are all over. Do your own research. Easy to find what you are obviously not looking for. Just raise your children well as much as you can and have fun with true honor.

[Nick Capozzoli]

I don't know if this poem (section III of The Auroras of Autumn) is about honoring your mother, but I think it could be seen as that. In AoA Stevens also writes about fathers (see the next section, IV, for example). Anyhow, I think it is a great poem.

III

Farewell to an idea . . . The mother's face,
The purpose of the poem, fills the room.
They are together, here, and it is warm,

With none of the prescience of oncoming dreams.
It is evening. The house is evening, half dissolved.
Only the half they can never possess remains,

Still-starred. It is the mother they possess,
Who gives transparence to their present peace.
She makes that gentler that can gentle be.

And yet she too is dissolved, she is destroyed.
She gives transparence. But she has grown old.
The necklace is a carving not a kiss.

The soft hands are a motion not a touch.
The house will crumble and the books will burn.
They are at ease in a shelter of the mind

And the house is of the mind and they and time,
Together, all together. Boreal night
Will look like frost as it approaches them

And to the mother as she falls asleep
And as they say good-night, good-night. Upstairs
The windows will be lighted, not the rooms.

A wind will spread its windy grandeurs round
And knock like a rifle-butt against the door.
The wind will command them with invincible sound.