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M.O.T.H.E.R. A Kind of Acrostic Poem for Mothers' Day

Updated: Jul 2, 2023

I've always wanted to write a poem dedicated to my mum. So I finally did. But it's also for all mothers everywhere who do the best (and sometimes hardest) job in the world.


Bless you one and all!


p.s. I'm not a great fan of acrostic poems, so I tired to write a Mothers' Day poem that experimented with the well-worn poetry type.


M.O.T.H.E.R.


My One True Hero Ever Rules

The Queen who crowns my joy with jewels


My One True Hero Ever Reins

The Hand who guides me through the pain


My One True Hero Ever Roots

The Earth who turns my buds to shoots


My One True Hero Ever Rears

The Arm who cradles all my years


My One True Hero Ever Roars

The Lioness who gives me claws


My One True Hero Ever Rings

The Bell who chimes my everything


My One True Hero Ever Roasts

The Pin who pops my bloated boasts


My One True Hero Ever Rocks

The Song who turns back all my clocks


My One True Hero Ever Rolls

The Beat who softly drums my soul


My One True Hero Ever Rides

The Wave who ebbs and flows inside


My One True Hero Ever Rests

The Pride who always sees my best


My One True Hero Ever Roams

The Truth who always takes me home


My One True Hero Ever Reigns

The Queen who powers through my veins


Mark Bird



Family at Great Yarmouth beach in the 1970s
My mum, my sister and me

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