Humanities › Literature 20 Poems About Motherhood Share Flipboard Email Print Granger Wootz / Getty Images Literature Poetry Favorite Poems & Poets Poetic Forms Best Sellers Classic Literature Plays & Drama Quotations Shakespeare Short Stories Children's Books By Jone Johnson Lewis Women's History Writer B.A., Mundelein College M.Div., Meadville/Lombard Theological School Jone Johnson Lewis is a women's history writer who has been involved with the women's movement since the late 1960s. She is a former faculty member of the Humanist Institute. our editorial process Jone Johnson Lewis Updated March 12, 2019 Poems about motherhood cover topics as wide-ranging as anxiety about parenting to child-rearing advice. Verses can also be a metaphor for nature and remember mothers who've passed away. Far from only celebrating motherhood in a positive light, these poems cover complex issues such as bad parenting practices and how mothers can care for greater humanity. 01 of 20 May Sarton: "For My Mother" Education Images/UIG/Getty Images In this poem, May Sarton decides not to focus on her aging mother's health challenges. Instead, she will remember how strong her mother was, as this excerpt reveals: I summon you nowNot to think ofThe ceaseless battleWith pain and ill health,The frailty and the anguish.No, today I rememberThe creator,The lion-hearted. 02 of 20 John Greenleaf Whittier: "Tribute to Mother" Culture Club / Getty Images Here, 19th-century poet John Greenleaf Whittier, a Quaker also known for his abolitionism, reflects on how his mother disciplined him when he was a child. But wiser now,a man gray grown,My childhood's needs are better known.My mother's chastening love I own. 03 of 20 Robert Louis Stevenson: "To My Mother" DEA PICTURE LIBRARY/Getty Images Another well-known poet, Robert Louis Stevenson, reflects on his relationship with his mother. You too, my mother, read my rhymesFor love of unforgotten times,And you may chance to hear once moreThe little feet along the floor. 04 of 20 Joanne Bailey Baxter: "Mother On Mother's Day" Simon McGill / Getty Images In this poem, Joanne Bailey Baxter remembers her late mother who left behind a resilient family. This tribute may bring comfort to those mourning the loss of a loved one. For she had fulfilled his prophesySpreading love, honor, and hopeShe instilled in those she left behindThe ability to understand and cope. 05 of 20 Rudyard Kipling: "Mother o’ Mine" Sheridan Libraries/Levy/Gado / Getty Images Rudyard Kipling's rather sentimental poem honors the unconditional love a mother gives to a child, even if the child has committed a crime. Elsewhere in the poem, he describes how a mother's love can even touch a child in hell. 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! 06 of 20 Walt Whitman: "There was a Child Went Forth" Hulton Archive / Getty Images Walt Whitman describes motherhood very traditionally in this poem about childhood. The mother at home, quietly placing the dishes on the supper-table;The mother with mild words—clean her cap and gown, a wholesome odor falling off herpersonandclothes as she walks by... 07 of 20 Lucy Maud Montgomery: "The Mother" Rolf Hicker Photography / Getty Images In the 19th century, men and women poets wrote about motherhood in sentimental ways. Men tended to write from the perspective of a grown son, and women typically wrote from the daughter's perspective. Sometimes, though, they wrote from the mother's viewpoint. Here, Lucy Maud Montgomery, known for her "Anne of Green Gables" book series, writes about a mother contemplating what her infant son's future might be. No one so near to you now as your mother!Others may hear your words of beauty,But your precious silence is mine alone;Here in my arms I have enrolled you,Away from the grasping world I fold you,Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone. 08 of 20 Sylvia Plath: "Morning Song" Colin McPherson/Corbis/Getty Images Sylvia Plath, a poet remembered for "The Bell Jar," married Ted Hughes and had two children: Frieda, in 1960, and Nicholas, in 1962. She and Hughes separated in 1963, but this poem is among those she composed shortly after her children's births. In it, she describes her own experience of being a new mother, contemplating the infant for whom she is now responsible. It is far different than the sentimental poetry of generations earlier. Love set you going like a fat gold watch.The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cryTook its place among the elements. 09 of 20 Sylvia Plath: "Medusa" De Agostini / Veneranda Biblioteca Ambrosiana / Getty Images Sylvia Plath's relationship with her own mother was a troubled one. In this poem, Plath describes both the closeness with her mother and her frustrations. The title expresses some of Plath's feelings about her mother, as does this excerpt: In any case, you are always there,Tremulous breath at the end of my line,Curve of water upleapingTo my water rod, dazzling and grateful,Touching and sucking. 10 of 20 Edgar Allen Poe: "To My Mother" Culture Club / Getty Images Edgar Allen Poe's poem is dedicated not to his own late mother, but to the mother of his late wife. As a 19th century work, it belongs to the more sentimental tradition of motherhood poems. My mother—my own mother, who died early,Was but the mother of myself; but youAre mother to the one I loved so dearly. 11 of 20 Anne Bradstreet: "Before the Birth of One of Her Children" Library of Congress Anne Bradstreet, the first published poet of colonial British America, wrote of life in Puritan New England. This 28-line poem reminds us of the fragility of life and the risks of childbirth, and Bradstreet muses on what might happen to her husband and children should she succumb to those risks. She acknowledges that her husband might remarry but fears that a stepmother could be harmful to her children. Yet love thy dead, who long lay in thine arms,And when thy loss shall be repaid with gainsLook to my little babes, my dear remains.And if thou love thyself, or loved’st me,These O protect from stepdame’s injury. 12 of 20 Robert William Service: "The Mother" Blend Images - Kevin Dodge / Getty Images The poet Robert William Service acknowledges that motherhood changes, and children grow more distant with the years. He describes the memories that mothers carry as "a little ghost / Who ran to cling to you!" Your children distant will become,And wide the gulf will grow;The lips of loving will be dumb,The trust you used to knowWill in another's heart repose,Another's voice will cheer...And you will fondle baby clothesAnd brush away a tear. 13 of 20 Judith Viorst: "Some Advice From a Mother to Her Married Son" Frazer Harrison/Getty Images One job of motherhood is to raise a child to be a successful adult. In this poem, Judith Viorst gives some advice to mothers who are, in turn, offering tips to their sons about marriage. The answer to do you love me isn't, I married you, didn't I?Or, Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through?It isn't, Well that all depends on what you mean by 'love'. 14 of 20 Langston Hughes: "Mother to Son" Underwood Archives/Getty Images Langston Hughes, one of the key figures of the Harlem Renaissance, describes the advice a Black mother might share with her son. Racism and poverty alike color her words. Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters, ... 15 of 20 Frances Ellen Watkins Harper: "The Slave Mother" Bettmann / Getty Images The Black experience in the U.S. includes centuries of enslavement. In this 19th century poem, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, writing from the perspective of a free Black woman, imagines the feelings an enslaved mother with no control over her children's fate might have. He is not hers, although she boreFor him a mother's pains;He is not hers, although her bloodIs coursing through his veins!He is not hers, for cruel handsMay rudely tear apartThe only wreath of household loveThat binds her breaking heart. 16 of 20 Emily Dickinson: "Nature The Gentlest Mother Is" Three Lions / Getty Images In this poem, Emily Dickinson applies her view of mothers as kind and gentle nurturers to nature itself. Nature the gentlest mother is,Impatient of no child,The feeblest of the waywardest.Her admonition mild 17 of 20 Henry Van Dyke: "Mother Earth" JHU Sheridan Libraries/Gado/Getty Images Many poets and writers have used motherhood as a metaphor for the world itself. In this poem, Henry Van Dyke does the same, viewing the earth through the lens of a loving mother. Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed,Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the glory of the field,Mother of all the manifold forms of life, deep-bosomed, patient, impassive,Silent brooder and nurse of lyrical joys and sorrows! 18 of 20 Dorothy Parker: "Prayer for a New Mother" Barney Burstein/Corbis/VCG/Getty Images Many poets have written of the Virgin Mary as a model mother. In this poem, Dorothy Parker, known more for her biting wit, ponders what life must have been like for Mary as a mother of a tiny infant. She wishes Mary could have a typical mother-son relationship with her baby rather than viewing the child as the Messiah. Let her have laughter with her little one;Teach her the endless, tuneless songs to sing,Grant her her right to whisper to her sonThe foolish names one dare not call a king. 19 of 20 Julia Ward Howe: "Mother's Day Proclamation" Hulton Archive / Getty Images Julia Ward Howe wrote the words to what is known as "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" during the Civil War. After the war, she became more skeptical and critical of the consequences of war, and she began to hope for the end to all wars. In 1870, she wrote a Mother's Day proclamation promoting the idea of a Mother's Day for peace. Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearnAll that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience. 20 of 20 Philip Larkin: "This Be the Verse" Feliks Topolski/Hulton Archive/Getty Images Sometimes, poets unload their frustrations with their parents by writing very frank verse. Philip Larkin, for one, does not hesitate to describe his parents as imperfect. They f*** you up, your mum and dad.They may not mean to, but they do.They fill you with the faults they hadAnd add some extra, just for you.