emotional texts to reflect and celebrate Mother’s Day

Home Health emotional texts to reflect and celebrate Mother’s Day
emotional texts to reflect and celebrate Mother’s Day

There is no greater source of inspiration for poetry than love. And when that love is unconditional, like that of a mother, the verses flow with the force of the heart. Poets and writers have found an eternal refuge in the maternal figure to express, In rhymes, which sometimes the daily words fail to say.

The love for a mother is not measured in gifts or the money that can be spent, but on the small gestures that are born from the soul: a word, a hug, a “I love you” in time. For her, every sincere detail has an incalculable value.

The future is uncertain, and although we would like mothers to be eternal, we know they will not be. Therefore, expressing love while they are by our side is an act of gratitude. And what better way to do it than with a poem, where every word honors its presence, its tenderness and sacrifice?

Poets and writers have shared their deepest emotions towards a mother. This May 10 you can inspire your verses to celebrate your day. Next, we share some poems.

1.Margarita of my life (fragment)

From this silent cataclysmism

where the word is rooted in honor of your name,

I write with the echo of this burned forest.

It resonates your name on the margins of memory,

To forget that ivy of dark roots

of which greenish berries sprouted.

Mother, you are still here

In the murmur of the wind that your breath brings me,

In the margaritas that bloom in your name every year.

Margarita of my life,

These are the letters that your daughter offers you

In the living memory of your existence.

(Margarita Paiz, Wedding Woman)

Mother’s Day is commemorated in Guatemala every May 10 as a sample of affection and gratitude towards mothers. (Free Press Photo: Shuttersock)

Read more: Mother’s Day in Guatemala: on what date is celebrated and what is its story

2. Creator

I write creator

And the images jump as a cricket party:

shape, give body, mold,

make emerge, find paths,

Give life, give light, transform …

Creator my mother

When their breasts germinated in milk

And my hungry mouth was looking for life;

When his legs walked for me

And our hearts sang in Rima;

Creator my mother

that builds route to two generations

while offering the world a new flavor,

An aroma, an idea, a color …

Creator my mother when her mouth gives light to love;

Give birth

Give light

Being light …

(Sandra González)

Mother’s Day is commemorated in Guatemala every May 10 as a sample of affection and gratitude towards mothers. (Free Press Photo: Shuttersock)

3. My flower

On the path of life,

There is a flowering full of life,

absorbing the energy of the sun,

distributing oxygen with your smile

so that I can breathe cheerful,

The once>

It is now the woman who feeds on coffee,

Who taught me of love and faith …

and who unconditionally bless,

from wherever it is.

She is,

The most smiling flower in my love garden,

It’s my mom.

(María Alejandra González Alvarado)

Mother’s Day is commemorated in Guatemala every May 10 as a sample of affection and gratitude towards mothers. (Free Press Photo: Shuttersock)

4. Song to mom

Today the heavens sing gratitude

Knowing that within you the sun was born with my name.

Today the days are symphony

With winds of harmony and sing

This poem for you.

Mother!

(María Mercedes Navarro)

Mother’s Day is commemorated in Guatemala every May 10 as a sample of affection and gratitude towards mothers. (Free Press Photo: Shuttersock)

5. Old stubborn tree (fragment)

Stubborn tree: loving you is more difficult than pretending to hate you,

Why are you looking for love with an unknown

And do you abandon your “dear” fruits?

Why do you demand what you have always had?

Beautiful tree: your fruits still love you

Why do you always reject them? Why that mutual hatred?

We all grow, and one day we will stop seeing ourselves …

I don’t want to hate you anymore: mother.

You are that old stubborn and stubborn tree; I, the stubborn fruit.

Why can’t we get along?

If not as before, even to stop hating you.

(Manuel Téllez, previously published in Portraits of a masked mind)

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