3 Perfect Poems to Celebrate Mother's Day Every Day
The Way Celebrating Mother Every Day Still Somehow Feels Insufficient is the Way Moms Deserve the World
3 Perfect Poems to Celebrate Mother’s Day Every Day
Gotcha! There’s no such thing as “Perfect,” except for you. You’re perfect.
1. “The Raincoat” by Ada Limón
My god,
I thought, my whole life I’ve been under her
raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel
that I never got wet.
2. “100% Mom” by Jane Muschenetz
3. Take your pick of poems sourced from the Prison Journalism Project: For Mother’s Day, 6 Stories and Poems From Incarcerated Writers
Thanks for reading! What do you think? What poems would you add?
Okay so here are more bonus perfect poems on Mothers, as these words are as infinite as a Mother’s love:
From Ron Padgett:
From Ursula K. Le Guin:
DYK? “Mother’s Day” was invented in Grafton, West Virginia. Here’s a poem by Matt Mitchell from “VAMPIRE BURRITO” inspired by the fact:
“The Layanard” by Billy Collins:
Finally, from Maggie Smith: “Good Bones”
EVEN MORE: collected from the American Academy of Poets
Here’s a bonus poem from me, a Sonnet from a round-up of them here
Sonnet to Mother at the Labor Strike, Saying —
Sonnet to Mother at the Labor Strike, Saying — Thirsty? Want a snack? Keep going. She’s giving everything. Checking-in and up, fighting on the line for fair contracts, child strapped on her back. Onward organizing, encouraging, leading new chants between nourishing. She acts bold as fire. She's SO tired. Raging at this ridiculousness fuels standing-up, waves of workers stomping, criss-crossing chants rising in matrices of marching against elite aims, fighting wage theft, against slave wages, union busts. But it’s not only for coordinating crowds for contract renegotiation, not only leading and caring and carrying a kid, fellow workers, the world, calls against injustice and exploitation, but also all the labor that is fighting for labor whirling into burnout, naturally wearying— More Mothers come forward, consoling: Thirsty? Want a snack? Some air? Rest now, and we’ll keep going.