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El amor de una madre es único e inolvidable. No hay un amor más puro y desinteresado que el de una madre. Desde que somos pequeños nos cuidan, nos miman, nos protegen e incluso evitan que tengamos todo tipo de problemas. Un amor indestructible que no cambia y que se mantiene hacia sus hijos durante toda su vida. El sentimiento de amor incondicional de una madre es capaz de superar cualquier otro en el mundo.
Otros poemas:
Poemas con autor
Poemas de amor
Poemas cortos
Poemas de amistad
Poemas infantiles
Poemas largos
Poemas bonitos
Poemas de Navidad
Poemas de tristeza
Poemas para papá
Poemas en inglés
Poemas del Romanticismo
Una madre entrega su vida por sus hijos y este sentimiento siempre será igual de intenso a lo largo de los años. Un amor fuerte y verdadero que hará cualquier cosa por ver a sus hijos felices. Un amor sincero y sin límites. Por eso agradecer ese amor incondicional a nuestras madres, a las mujeres que nos dieron la vida, es la única forma que tenemos los hijos para corresponder a su cariño. Aunque nuestras madres nos griten o regañen siempre será para protegernos o ayudarnos a ser mejores personas y actuar de forma adecuada.
Por eso una madre se merece toda nuestra atención y cariño durante toda su vida. Y también por supuesto algún regalo de vez en cuando para recordarles lo importantes que son en nuestras vidas y su papel destacado en la familia. Una madre se merece el mejor regalo ya sea un ramo de flores, una caja de bombones, una pulsera de oro o un poema dedicado especialmente para nuestra madre. Poemas para mamas queridas que han dado toda la vida por sus hijos. Incluso poemas conmovedores para una madre que no los podrán olvidar en mucho tiempo. Regalar un poema es siempre una buena idea con la que seguro conquistaremos su corazón.
El Día de la Madre es una festividad que se celebra en honor de las madres en todas las partes del mundo. Esta celebración se realiza en diferentes fechas del año según el país. Una celebración clásica que se remonta a la civilización griega donde se le rendían honores a Rea, la madre de los dioses Zeus, Poseidón y Hades.
Los romanos llamaron a esta celebración ‘Hilaria’ y la celebraban el 15 de marzo en el templo de Cibeles en el que durante tres días se realizaban ofrendas. En el cristianismo comenzaron a dedicarse estas celebraciones para honrar a la Virgen María, la madre de Jesús. En principio se celebraba el 8 de diciembre durante la fiesta de la Inmaculada Concepción. En la actualidad el día de la madre en España se celebra el primer domingo de mayo. En otros países del mundo se celebra el día 8 de marzo coincidiendo con el Día Internacional de la Mujer trabajadora.
Regalar poemas para el día de la madre puede ser un detalle muy especial que seguro que les encanta.
Poemas emotivos y tiernos con los que recordar todo aquello que les encanta y que les podemos agradecer en ese día especial. Solo tenemos que buscar un poema bonito y entregárselo a la mujer que nos dio la vida, nos cuidó cuando estábamos enfermos y nos ayudó tanto en nuestra infancia. Regalar poemas del día de las madres puede ser una gran idea y una sorpresa que seguro no esperan. Incluso podemos grabar un vídeo en el que recitemos ese poema especial para el día de la madre.
Muchos autores conocidos de todo el mundo han escrito poemas para celebrar el día de las madres. Autores tan conocidos como la escritora chilena Gabriela Mistral o el escritor español de la generación del 98 Miguel de Unamuno que nos encandiló con el poema Madre, llévame a la cama.
Otra buena idea puede ser sorprender a vuestra madre con la escritura de un poema original con nuestro mensaje de cariño y amor. Un poema para el día de las madres con un precioso mensaje, cargado de ternura y de amor y con todo nuestro cariño.
Si quieres triunfan con un regalo original y diferente piensa en poemas para el día de la madre que rimen.
Pueden ser poemas cortos para el día de las madres que les emocionen y que les animen a seguir luchando y trabajando por la familia. Un poema emocionante que seguro les sorprende como regalo original.
A las madres les encantan los libros, las obras de teatro y las películas que les emocionen y que les hagan saltar alguna lagrimilla. Por eso hay muchos poemas para las madres que apelan a sus sentimientos y sus recuerdos. Las madres han vivido y sufrido mucho y no les gusta recordar aquellos momentos difíciles pero sí les encanta saber que se valora todo su esfuerzo y trabajo.
En muchas tradiciones y culturas son habituales los poemas para la mama. Incluso poemas de mama para los hijos en los que les sorprendan con sus anécdotas más curiosas y divertidas. En todos los pueblos se han escrito poemas para mi mama en los que los hijos les agradecen toda su vida de trabajo y resignación.
Si quieres escribir poemas para madres recuerda que siempre deben ser conmovedores y deben apelar a sus sentimientos. Tienen que agradecer en sus versos su trabajo y también lograr emocionarlas. Los poemas a las madres pueden convertir una velada o un cumpleaños aburrido en uno de los mejores momentos de su vida. No lo olvides y busca o escribe un poema conmovedor como regalo para tu madre.
Una buena idea para un regalo pueden ser poemas cortos para mama. Un poema es una composición de carácter literario que pertenece al género literario de la poesía. Puede ser escrito en verso o en prosa y suele reflejar los sentimientos de los escritores. Un poema corto es aquel que está formado por menos de 10 versos de extensión corta.
Los poemas a la madre cortos son un buen recursos para acompañar un regalo, para escribirlo en una cuartilla y declamárselo ante toda la familia el día de su cumpleaños o de la madre.
Un poema largo puede resultar demasiado rebuscado para un regalo de este tipo y es mejor elegir un poema corto que pueda recordar de memoria toda la vida. Si tienes dudas, elige siempre un poema para la madre corto y triunfarás en ese destacado día.
Podemos encontrar poemas para mamas cortos preciosos que podemos leer a nuestras madres en fechas destacadas. También podemos inventar poemas a la madre con los que recordemos nuestra infancia, nuestros recuerdos familiares como las vacaciones o los viajes y aquellos momentos preciosos de nuestra vida.
Si quieres sorprender a tu madre en alguna fecha destacada elige poemas para mama con un mensaje positivo y alegre. Te sorprenderán la cantidad de poemas para el dia de la madre cortos que se pueden encontrar en Internet y en muchos libros de poesía.
Los poemas para las mamas son uno de los mejores regalos que un hijo puede hacer: sencillo, emotivo y muy práctico. Seguro que tu madre disfruta escuchándote contar el poema e incluso se le caerá alguna lagrimilla.
Olvida los clásicos bombones o los perfumes y sorprende a tu madre con un poema como regalo. No lo dudes, regalar un poema es una idea brillante y muy original.
Los poemas para mamá son aquellas composiciones poéticas en las que un autor expresa lo importante que es su madre. Muchos reconocidos escritores, como Antonio Machado y Hersilia Ramos de Argote, han realizado este tipo de composiciones.
Los poemas son textos literarios que pertenecen al género de la poesía y que pueden estar escritos en verso o en prosa. Estas composiciones se utilizan para expresar sentimientos y, en este caso, se manifiesta el cariño que se siente por una madre.
Pero esta expresión no se realiza utilizando el lenguaje corriente, sino que se hace de manera estética y para eso se incluyen figuras retóricas o rimas.
Cuando los ojos a la vida abría,
al comenzar mi terrenal carrera,
la hermosa luz que vi por vez primera
fue la luz de tus ojos, ¡madre mía!
Y hoy que, siguiendo mi escarpada vía,
espesas sombras hallo por doquiera,
la luz de tu mirada placentera
ilumina mi senda todavía.
Mírame, ¡oh madre!, en la postrera hora
cuando a las sombras de mi noche oscura
avance ya con vacilante paso.
Quiero que el sol que iluminó mi aurora
sea el mismo sol que con su lumbre pura
desvanezca las brumas de mi ocaso.
Yo te quiero tanto
madrecita mía
que para mi afecto
nunca habrá medida
Cuando me sonríes
y cuando me besas,
toda, toda el alma
de dicha se llena.
Qué inmensa alegría
qué felicidad!
al fin he podido
escribir Mamá.
Y esa palabrita
tan dulce y tan tierna,
la escribí muy clara,
muy limpia y correcta.
Y con cuánto orgullo
me gané en la escuela
un cinco muy grande
por esta tarea.
¡El alma niña!
Su clara luz risueña;
y la pequeña historia,
y la alegría de la vida nueva
¡Ah, volver a nacer, y andar camino,
ya recobrada la perdida senda!
Y volver a sentir en nuestra mano
aquel latido de la mano buena
de nuestra madre.
Y caminar en sueños
por amor de la mano que nos guía.
Para calmar las horas graves
del calvario del corazón
tengo tus tristes manos suaves
que se posan como dos aves
sobre la cruz de mi aflicción.
Para aliviar las horas tristes
de mi callada soledad
me basta… ¡saber que tú existes!
y me acompañas y me asistes
y me infundes serenidad.
Cuando el áspid del hastío me roe,
tengo unos libros que son en
las horas cruentas mirra, aloe,
de mi alma débil el sostén:
Heine, Samain, Laforgue, Poe
y, sobre todo, ¡mi Verlaine!
Y así mi vida se desliza
—sin objeto ni orientación—
doliente, callada, sumisa,
con una triste resignación,
entre un suspiro, una sonrisa,
alguna ternura imprecisa
y algún verdadero dolor…
Tu nombre viene lento como las músicas humildes
y de tus manos vuelan palomas blancas.
Mi recuerdo te viste siempre de blanco
como un recreo de niños que los hombres miran desde aquí distante.
Un cielo muere en tus brazos y otro nace en tu ternura.
A tu lado el cariño se abre como una flor cuando pienso.
Entre ti y el horizonte
mi palabra está primitiva como la lluvia o como los himnos
porque ante ti callan las rosas y la canción.
Yo adoro a mi madre querida,
yo adoro a mi padre también;
ninguno me quiere en la vida
como ellos me saben querer.
Si duermo; ellos velan mí sueño;
si lloro, están triste los dos;
si río su rostro es risueño:
mi risa es para ellos el sol.
Me enseñan los dos con inmensa
ternura a ser humano y feliz.
mi padre para mi lucha y piensa,
mi madre ora siempre por mí.
Yo adoro a mi madre querida.
yo adoro a mi padre también;
ninguno me quiere en la vida
como ellos me saben querer.
Quien me enseñó a soñar
Quien me enseñó a confiar en mí
Quien me enseñó a ser humilde
Quien me enseñó a compartir
Quien la vida me ha dado
Quien siempre me ha cuidado
Quien a mi lado siempre ha estado
Quien nunca me ha fallado
Gracias por tu amor,
que siempre me mantuvo lejos del dolor
Gracias por tu sonrisa,
que siempre me simpatiza
Gracias por tus consejos,
que de los males me mantienen lejos
Gracias por compartir conmigo tu sabiduría,
que me ayuda cada día
Madre, hoy quiero decirte feliz día
con esta poesía
porque siempre me transmites alegría
porque eres, para mí, en la vida una guía
porque tus palabras son armonía
y porque de tus enseñanzas jamás me olvidaría
Puede servirte:
Multi-colored gift
I am a multi-colored gift
I decided to give it to my mother.
I tried, I drew
with four pencils.
But first I pressed the red one
I pressed too hard,
And then, after the red one, I immediately broke it
Violet broke,
And then the blue one broke,
And the orange one broke …
Still a beautiful portrait,
Because it’s mom!
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Again you look reproachfully.
Yes, I’m sorry I didn’t call!
Yes, I haven’t come for a long time…
I’ve been working hard, dear.
I know it’s no excuse!
But you worry in vain,
Everything, mummy, is fine!
(Smack!) Well, that’s great!
***
If I were a girl
If I were a girl —
I would not waste time!
I wouldn’t jump in the street,
I would wash my shirts,
I would wash the floor in the kitchen,
I would sweep the room,
I would wash the cups, spoons,
I would peel the potatoes myself,
I would put all my toys myself
I would put them in their places!
Why am I not a girl?
I would help my mother so much!
Mom would immediately say:
«Well done, son!»
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Our mother
Whom do we meet first,
Coming into the world, —
So this is our mother,
She is not cuter.
All life revolves around her,
Our whole world is warmed by her,
All the century she tries
To save us from troubles.
She is a support in the house,
Busy every hour.
And there is no one but
Who would love us so much.
So more happiness for her,
And longer life,
And joy is her inheritance,
And less sad things!
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How many stars in a clear sky!
How many spikelets are in the fields!
How many songs the bird has!
How many leaves on the branches!
Only the sun is one in the world.
Only mother is alone in the world.
Poems for mother
Sweet and gentle voice
A bird is hovering over me.
How easy and serene
Next to my dear mother!
I will take her by the hand,
I will look into her eyes.
Her laughter will drive away the cloud,
A tear will fall from the rain.
I’ll sit on my mother’s knees
And I’ll hug you comfortably.
I don’t need sweeter happiness,
I’m not afraid of anything!
***
Mom, dear, dear!
Happy birthday! nine0009 Be always by my side!
Just don’t frown!
I will become obedient now,
I will stop bullying,
I will help you,
Sweep and wash the dishes!
I’ll give you flowers,
I’ll kiss you gently on the cheek.
I’ll snuggle up to my dear mother,
I’ll hug tightly!
I’ll get up early in the morning,
I won’t wake anyone up,
I’ll dust the shelves,
I’ll clean up all the toys.
Mom is still sleeping in bed,
A festive dress is nearby. nine0009 I’ll tiptoe in,
I’ll wait quietly nearby.
Dear mother will wake up,
Mother will smile at the sun,
And then she will notice me
And celebrate the holiday with me!
I’ll be the first to make it
Hear Mom’s laughter,
I’ll say «Happy Birthday»
I’ll show my gift!
***
For a feast who baked
A delicious cake?
Who cooks everyone better?
Who is the most important in the apartment?
Who is as handsome as a queen,
Who is the seamstress and craftswoman? nine0009 Who blooms like a rose in the park,
Who are the gifts for?
Who is my best friend?
Who kisses on the ear at night?
For whom do flowers bloom?
Yes Mommy! It’s you!
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ASSISTANT
It’s hard for mom, I know that.
I often help her —
I’ll put all the toys in a row,
I’ll tell her how to wash.
I would grow up to the table,
I could do a lot.
***
How many times have I told you:
— Do not settle disputes by force
And don’t jump in the crib,
The whole mattress is already patched.
Who washed the handkerchief in the pot?
Vsaksa is not for cheeks at all.
You were given spoons for soup —
Do not catch potatoes.
Let your mother rest,
Be quiet for a little while.
***
If the inkblot returned to the ink,
And the soap bubble would return to the soap,
Back to the box — my dragonfly,
Rain — to the clouds,
And tears — to the eyes …
And if to mother come back,
Oh, how nice it would be!
***
From colored paper
I will cut a piece
out of it I will make
a small flower
a gift for my mother
I will prepare
the best
my mother!
***
Our dear mother,
These tender lines are for you.
The cutest and most beautiful,
The kindest on this earth.
May sorrows not enter your house,
May diseases pass by.
We would put the whole world in the palm of our hand
And they gave you one.
But even this would not be enough,
To repay your kindness,
All our life, our dear mother,
We are indebted to you.
Thank you, dear, for raising me,
For not asking for anything in return.
That grief and joy dividing in half,
In everything, you wished us a better life.
Beautiful, caring, gently tender,
We need you daily and forever!
I love my mother
My mother brings me
Toys, sweets,
But I love my mother
Not at all for that.
Funny songs
She sings,
We are bored together
It never happens.
I reveal to her
All my secrets.
But I love my mother
Not only for that.
I love my mother,
I’ll tell you straight,
Hy just because
That she is my mother!
She is everything
Agnia Barto
Who loves you more, children,
Who cares for you so tenderly
And takes care of you,
Not closing his eyes at night? nine0009 — «Mom dear».
Who shakes the cradle for you,
Who sings songs to you,
Who tells you fairy tales
And gives you toys?
— «Golden Mom».
If, children, you are lazy,
Disobedient, playful,
What happens sometimes —
Who sheds tears then?
— «That’s it, my dear.»
Riddle
E. Blaginina
I’ll tell you a riddle,
And you guess it.
Who puts a patch on the heel,
Who irons and mends the laundry? nine0009 Who cleans the house in the morning,
Who puts up the big samovar?
Who plays with the younger sister
And takes her to the boulevard?
By whom is the fringed rug embroidered
(Sister — seen all over)?
Who writes detailed letters
to the Soldier, my father?
Whose hair is whiter than snow,
And whose hands are yellow and dry?
Who do I love and pity,
About whom did I write poems?
Separation
Agniya Barto
I do everything for my mother:
I play scales for her,
For her I go to the doctor,
I teach mathematics.
All the boys climbed into the river,
I sat alone on the beach,
For her after the illness
I didn’t even swim in the river.
I wash my hands for her,
I eat some carrots…
Only now we are apart,
Mom in Priluki
The fifth day on a business trip.
And today the whole evening
Something I have nothing to do!
And probably out of habit
Or maybe out of boredom
I put the matches in their place
And for some reason I wash my hands.
And scales 9 sound sad0009 In our room. Without mom.
POEMS ABOUT MOTHER
Who opened this world to me,
Sparing no effort?
And always protected?
The best MOM in the world.
Who is the sweetest in the world
And warms with his warmth,
Loves more than himself?
This is my MOM.
Reads books in the evening
And always understands everything,
Even if I’m stubborn,
I know that MOM loves me.
Never lose heart,
He knows exactly what I need.
If, suddenly, a drama happens,
Who will support? My mom.
I walk along the path,
But my legs are tired.
Jump over the hole
Who will help? I know — MOTHER
Conversation with my daughter
-I don’t have enough warmth, —
She told her daughter.
Daughter was surprised: — Are you freezing
And on summer days?
-You won’t understand, you’re still small, —
Mother sighed wearily.
And the daughter screams: — I understand! —
And drags the blanket.
Let’s sit in silence
E. Blaginina
Mom is sleeping, she’s tired…
Well, I didn’t play either!
I don’t start the top,
I sat down and sit.
My toys don’t make noise,
It’s quiet in the empty room.
And on my mother’s pillow
The golden beam sneaks.
And I said to the beam:
— I also want to move!
I would like a lot:
Read aloud and roll the ball,
I would sing a song,
I could laugh,
Yes, you never know what I want!
But, my mother is sleeping, and I am silent.
The beam darted along the wall,
And then slithered towards me.
— Nothing, — he seemed to whisper, —
Let’s sit in silence too!
— My mommy!
Who helped me with advice,
When you fall and it hurts,
And wiped away my tears,
He said: «Don’t cry, it’s enough…»?
— My mommy!
Who read fairy tales to me at night,
Slightly bending over me,
(And I closed my eyes,
And I was so calm)?
— My mommy!
Who carried me to bed,
Wished me good night,
Whispered me gently, sweetly:
“Sleep soon, daughter!”?
— My mommy!
Who is the most sensitive in the world?
— Well, of course, my mother!
MOTHER’S HOLIDAY
I am proud of the holiday date,
Dream come true!
Dad took me with him
Mom to buy flowers!
Them descended from a children’s book,
I carry them, and follow me
The boys look with envy:
Wonderful bouquet!
Get out of bed early in the morning
I wasn’t too lazy at all,
After all, today is really
Mother’s Day — Women’s Day!
I’ll knock.
The door will open,
I’m on the porch with flowers!
And a smile will light up
Sweet mother’s face!
There is a day in March
With a number like a pretzel.
How many of you guys know
What does the number mean?
Children will tell us in chorus —
This is the holiday of our mothers!
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Mom’s hands — warm,
Mom’s eyes — light,
Mom’s fairy tale in a dream,
Mom’s genes in me,
Mom’s thoughts with me,
My earthly bow to my mother.
(E. Koltovskaya)
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Who came to me in the morning?
Mommy.
Who said: «It’s time to get up»?
Mommy.
Who managed to cook porridge?
Mommy.
Tea — pour into a bowl? nine0009 Mommy.
Who braided my pigtails?
Mommy.
Swept the whole house alone?
Mommy.
Who picked flowers in the garden?
Mommy.
Who kissed me?
Mommy.
Who is a child who loves laughter?
Mommy.
Who is the best in the world?
Mommy.
(W. Rajab)
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Mom is sleeping, she’s tired…
Well, I didn’t play either!
I don’t start the top,
I sat down and sit.
My toys don’t make noise,
It’s quiet in the empty room,
And on my mother’s pillow
The beam is stealing golden.
And I said to the beam:
– I also want to move.
I would like a lot:
Read aloud and roll the ball.
I would sing a song,
I could laugh…
Whatever I want!
But my mother is sleeping and I am silent.
The beam darted along the wall,
And then slid towards me.
«Nothing,» he seemed to whisper, «
Let’s sit in silence!»
(E. Blaginina)
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Let mom have a syringe in her hands,
You don’t back away like cancer.
Well, this is my mother,
She is very kind!
(G. Vieru)
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You know, mother, an ordinary day
We can’t live without you!
The word mother is so familiar
From the first days we speak!
One has only to look closely —
The whole world is warmed around
With the warmth of a mother’s heart,
Gentle, kind hands…
Our troubles and hardships
Recede before you,
Everything becomes clearer to us every year,
How you fight for us!
Mom, there is no dearer friend —
Do you believe in our every takeoff!
Who else can help like you?!
Who else will understand like you?!
(M.
Sadovsky)
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Mom’s dresses
Well, right
Do not count.
Blue available
And green available,
Blue available
With large flowers —
Everyone serves
Mother in their own way.
This goes
She goes to the factory,
This goes to the theater
And she goes to visit,
She sits in this,
Busy with drawings…
Everyone serves
In her own way to mother.
Carelessly thrown
On the back of the bed
Old, shabby
Mother’s dressing gown.
I give it
Carefully to my mother,
And why —
Guess yourself:
If you put on
A colored robe,
So, the whole evening
Will stay with me.
(G. Demykina)
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Mother and Motherland are very similar:
Mother is beautiful, Motherland is too!
Look closely: Mom has eyes
The color is the same as the sky.
Mother’s hair, like wheat,
What is earing in the endless fields.
Mom’s hands are warm and tender,
They remind a ray of the sun.
If mother sings a song, then
A merry and sonorous stream echoes to her …
It should be so: what is dear to us,
Always reminds of our mothers.
(A. Starikov)
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I take three popsicles,
I chew icicles and pieces of ice,
I go without a hat and put my hands in icy water.
Iron health directly:
I can’t get sick at all,
So that a kind, gentle mother
Could sit with me.
(O. Bundur)
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My mother brings me
Toys, sweets,
But I love my mother
Not at all for that.
Funny songs
She sings,
We are bored together
It never happens.
I reveal to her
All my secrets.
But I love my mother
Not only for that.
I love my mother,
I’ll tell you straight,
Well, just because
She is my mother!
(L. Davydova)
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If mother is not at home,
Very, very sad.
If mother is gone for a long time,
That lunch is tasteless.
If mom is not around
Cold in the apartment,
If mom is not around,
Bad in the whole world.
If mother is far away,
Very difficult for children.
I’ll tell you straight:
— Take care of your mother!
(E. Ranneva)
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I’ll wipe the glass and the frame,
Because mom is in the frame.
I’ll wipe the frame clean:
I love my mother very much!
(Vieru)
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Again spring murmurs in streams,
Birds chirp for show.
And the sky with blue eyes
Looks at us cunningly.
Mom has a special day today —
A holiday has come to her threshold.
My daughter and I are both happy,
Cooking a sweet pie for her.
Although this is not an easy task,
The cake is given to us with difficulty,
But in the morning, what kind of infusion
Now our whole house is filled!
Mom is beaming with happiness
And, smiling, on the go
She says to us: what a pity that the holiday is
This happens once a year.
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My mother sings
Always at work,
And I always help her with hunting!
I dream
I look like my mother
I will become.
I am learning to iron
And to cook,
And to wash,
And I wipe the dust,
And I sweep the floor…
I dream, I dream.
I dream, I dream…
I dream,
Like a mother,
To be able to do everything,
And maybe
Like a mother,
I will learn to sing.
(M. Sadovsky)
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If I were a girl —
I wouldn’t waste time!
I would not jump in the street,
I would wash my shirts,
I would wash the floor in the kitchen,
I would sweep the room,
I would wash cups, spoons,
I would peel potatoes myself,
I would do all my toys myself
I would placed in place!
Why am I not a girl?
I would help my mother so much!
Mom would immediately say:
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In the world
Good words
Lives a lot,
But all kinder
And more tender one —
Simple from two syllables
the word «ma-ma»,
And there are no words,
Dearer than it!
(I. Maznin)
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Mothers love to eat jam,
Sitting in the kitchen in the dark,
Singing, dancing, on Sunday,
If no one sees them.
Moms love to measure puddles,
Finding them in a hot summer,
Forgetting the keys to the door,
And then loitering somewhere.
Mothers like to sleep on Saturday
And make elephants out of snow,
And skip work,
And run without a hat in winter.
Moms love to eat candy
And ride the tram
But they don’t talk about it
Why?
Nobody knows…
(D. Gerasimova)
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Ruddy apple
I will not eat one,
Half an apple
I will give to my beloved mother.
(E. Stekvashova)
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Everything in the forest is noisy, singing —
Mother’s holiday is coming!
Everyone needs to discuss:
What will we give moms?
Monkey dads will say:
— We’ll buy bananas for moms!
To cook all year round
Banana compote for us.
Hamster dads will say:
— We’ll buy hooks for moms! nine0009 To day-to-day until night
We were knitted sweaters!
Papa-bears will say-say:
– Let’s buy, buy caps for moms!
Let’s buy jars, roots —
Let moms cook jam!
Well, the bunny is on the edge of the forest
Rushing into the distance, spreading its ears,
Hey, wait! Where are you?
– I’m in a hurry to buy flowers!
After all, why give hooks?
Oh, you bears, hamsters!
So that mothers can rest,
So that they flutter like little birds,
Let’s love mothers!
Let’s give them flowers! nine0007
So stop thinking too much!
All follow me on the road!
For a gift — the very hour!
They are waiting for us with mom’s flowers.
And where to get flowers — we will find!
Let’s go to the forest with our mothers,
Mother’s holiday — it’s a big day…
We love mothers with all our heart!
(K. Avdeenko)
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Get lost?
(S. Pshenichnykh)
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There is nothing sweeter
Mom’s smile —
As if the sun’s light will flash,
Darkness will dispel unsteady!
It will shine like a tail,
Goldfish —
Bring joy to the heart
Mom’s smile!
(T. Shorygina)
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Nikita was rude to my mother,
And now she is angry!
Necessary, without a doubt,
Ask for forgiveness!
Although Nikita was stubborn,
still approaches his mother.
After all, not life, but simply grief,
If you are in a quarrel with your mother!
Who will hug you tenderly?
Only mommy, of course!
She will forgive you everything
And treat you with candy.
Nikita apologizes,
And the insult is forgotten!
Things are going well,
If mom is cheerful!
(E. Popova)
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Our mother is the best! nine0009 At her chic fur,
At a smile, a clear look
Cats look with envy!
In a gray, velvety fur coat,
In a gray-silver hat,
With a handbag, on heels,
In light pink glasses …
Pink and gray —
There is nothing more elegant!
Mother’s pink tail,
Like the most fashionable lady,
We are more beautiful than the tail
Never seen!
Others have worse tails,
Aunt Piggy loves puddles,
Aunt Lizard — oh! –
Lost her tail.
But the ponytail of our mother
More elegant and beautiful than all.
We are our big family
We love mom with all our heart!
Only kittens with Aunt Kisa
They call their mother “Rat”,
And her outfit is cool
They call her “rat”.
And Aunt Klusha’s chickens
They say that we are boasters,
That the tails of boasters —
Only the tails of rodents.
Only the peacocks themselves
Like to show off their tails,
Like, peacock tails —
Beauty standards!
We don’t argue, we don’t make noise,
We look at mommy,
We praise, congratulate,
We say compliments!
After all, for every child:
Both a kitten and a rat,
Mom is more tender than everyone,
Mom is more necessary than everyone,
Mom is more important than everyone,
Mom is dearer to everyone,
Both clear and simple
From the ears and to the tail!
From beautiful cute ears
To a wonderful tail!
(T. Shatskikh)
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Mom was busy for a long time:
All the work, work, work…
Mom was so tired during the day,
I lay down on the sofa.
I won’t touch her,
I’ll just stand by.
Let her sleep a little —
I’ll sing a song to her.
I will become closer to my mother —
I love her very much!
It’s just a pity that he doesn’t hear
My mother’s song.
There is no song more wonderful.
Maybe sing louder for me,
So that mom can hear this song
Can you hear it in your dreams?..
(I. Chernitskaya)
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Strong men — circus performers
They don’t carry sleepers
And they don’t load bricks
In dump trucks,
They don’t carry bags either,
Where there is a whole pood of food.
Strong men — circus performers
This work is not up to the shoulders,
This work is up to the shoulders
Only strong mothers!
(O. Bundur)
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Mom understands. nine0009 My mother knows everything,
Knows everything in the world!
— Why do wasps sting?
I ask directly.
And ALL my questions
are answered by my mother.
Will tell me where from the sky
Snow comes from in winter.
Why is a loaf of bread
Baked from flour?
Why does the dog bark?
What will you dream about?
Why does the icicle melt
And eyelashes tremble?
Why is there a cloud in the sky,
Is there a lawn in the forest?
I AM A GOOD LOOP-WHY,
AND SHE IS A KNOW-HOW!
(T. Bokova)
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Oh, how beautiful is this word — MOTHER!
Everything on earth from mother’s hands.
She taught us, disobedient and stubborn,
Kindness — the highest of sciences.
Dear mother, dear Nenko,
We bring you flowers on holidays.
Both in the city and in a small village
You are the most precious thing there, only you.
(M. Sirenko, translated from Ukrainian by L. Mikhailov)
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If mom is happy,
If she loves,
Let it snow and showers —
It’s always spring in the house!
(O.
Bundur)
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Do you hear, in the morning leaves-children
Rustling on the mother-branch:
— We are glad to see the darkness,
We see mother again!
The bear cub has a mother,
The baby elephant, the hedgehog.
At the end of a long night
Everyone is very happy:
In the morning, as soon as the sun comes out,
Animals will see their mothers.
(G. Vieru)
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The song flies into the blue sky
From the big school window.
Our mothers are the most beautiful,
Spring gave them a song.
Winter no longer smokes with powder,
The sun looks into our classroom.
Our mothers are the best, the best —
Who knows about this better than us!
White as swan feathers,
Fluffs of clouds float in the distance.
Our mothers are the most, most beloved
In a world full of stars and cornflowers! nine0007
Rainbows play with modulations,
Shine over the expanses of the earth…
Our mothers are the happiest —
We read it in their eyes!
(M.
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Today my mother is for lunch
She cooked cutlets
And she said: «Listen,
Help me out, eat!»
I ate a little,
Isn’t there help?
(N. Grozovsky)
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From the bottom of my heart,
In simple words
Come on, friends,
Let’s talk about mom.
We love her,
As a good friend,
For the fact that we have
Everything is together with her,
For the fact that when
We have a hard time,
We can cry
At our native shoulder.
We love her also because
That sometimes
Get stricter
Wrinkled eyes.
But stands with a confession
Come head —
Wrinkles will disappear,
The storm will rush away.
For always being
Without concealment and directly
We can entrust
our heart to her.
And just for the fact,
That she is our mother,
We firmly and tenderly
We love her.
(N. Sakonskaya)
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If mother is near, the world is flooded with sun,
She will help me in everything, she will forgive everything,
She will tell me a fairy tale, she will sing a song,
If my mother is near, she will understand everything.
I won’t cry if I fall,
Mom will be there, she will take trouble away,
She will kiss her hard and press her to her chest,
If mom is near, the pain will immediately go away.
If my mother is at home, I’ll play with her,
Of course, everything is more fun to do with my mother,
I don’t hide anything from my mother,
I never get tired of playing with her.
If my mother is near, I am not afraid of rain,
Even if it rains with hail, so what?
If my mother is near, then I can do everything,
I protect my mother from all sorrows,
I fall asleep to her tunes.
Let my mother dream in a dream.
(T.
Frolova)
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I will fall asleep next to my mother,
I will cling to her eyelashes.
Don’t blink, eyelashes,
Don’t wake up your mother!
(G. Vieru)
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There is so much room in the world!
The world is illuminated by millions of stars!
There are seas in it with millions of shells;
There are forests in it with a million cuckoos;
There is only one mother… But the Universe
With her is not the Universe, but VERY VERY!
(G. Dyadina)
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Nowadays from advertising
Do not run away, do not hide.
We hear every day from the screen:
— Eat super pizza
Super soup and super porridge!
Wash with our super soap!
Only there is no advertising anywhere
Our super super mom!
Chorus:
Our super super mom
Doesn’t need advertising.
Look better for yourself,
How a simple super mom
Controls all of us.
Everything is on fire in mom’s hands —
Laundry and cleaning.
Meters, liters, kilograms —
Everything interferes cleverly.
Without it, we would be lost,
Like goods without advertising.
And for this we called
Our mother supermom!
Chorus.
Mom inspires dad,
Raises us properly.
And manages the household,
And glad to work.
So we live as a friendly family —
Somewhere here in the world —
Super mom with super husband
And, of course, super children.
Chorus.
(T. Bokova)
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True best
Friends.
I’m at my mom’s
In tow,
Where’s my mom,
I’m there.
Together in the kitchen
And in the barn,
In the garden
And in the garden,
We eat together,
We play
And swim
In the pond.
(O. Driz)
(Translated from Hebrew by T. Spendiarova)
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nine0009 You will not find eyes in the world
Tender and stricter.
Mother to each of us
All people are dearer.
One hundred ways, roads around
Go around the world:
Mom is the best friend,
There is no better mother!
(P. Sinyavsky)
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In autumn, spring,
Summer and winter
Who is next to you,
Next to you?
Anyone in joy,
Any in sorrow
Who is next to you,
Next to you?
At night and in the morning
Today, like yesterday,
Who wishes you
All the best?
(A. Kondratiev)
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– Why are you so stubborn:
Do you not obey my mother?
I used to obey my mother,
I am her son and student!
(Vieru)
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There is a carousel in our house:
Kissel flows in a stream,
Plates
Jump like squirrels on the table.
Masha is looking for a cat,
The cat is looking for a bowl,
Misha is looking for dad,
Dad is looking for a hat.
And nobody finds anything!
Misha is whimpering,
Masha is crying,
The cat is sick of white light!..
What does that mean, guys?
This means that mother is not at home!
Here is my mother. Finally!
Everything falls into place.
(E. Serova)
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If only mom,
If only mom
Was at home!
We’re on top
We climb stubbornly,
It won’t scare you
Steep rock —
If only mom,
If only mom,
If only mom
Waiting at home!
We have trampled
There are many paths,
Soon the planet
Will become small, —
If only mother,
If only mother,
If only mother
We were with us!
(A. Kondratiev)
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I love your sonorous laugh,
Mom,
You are the best in the world,
Mom!
Open the doors to a fairy tale,
Mom,
Give me a smile,
Mom!
If you sing a song,
Mom,
Then you hear the rain,
Mom,
«Good morning» you say to me,
Mom,
The sun will flash in the window,
Mom!
The stars are watching from above,
Mom,
It’s good that you are near,
Mom.
Smile, sing songs,
Mom,
I will always be with you,
Mom!
(M. Plyatskovsky)
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Our mother is like spring:
The way the sun laughs,
The way the summer breeze
touches my head.
It will get a little angry,
As if a cloud has come running,
It is like a rainbow:
It will look — and it shone!
Like a caring spring,
She won’t sit down, she won’t get tired.
Here she comes home,
And immediately spring will come.
(S. Ivanova)
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On Saturdays, perfume
Mom’s outfit smells,
So they suit mom —
Both perfume and theater.
Sunday — pancakes,
Breakfast — here it is, ready!
It suits mom so well,
This smell of pancakes.
On Monday — business
Immediately our house smelled,
So it suits my mother —
This smell of papers.
But I’ll tell you, between us,
I’ll tell you a secret:
I’m my own mother
I’m the most suitable!
(O.
Bundur)
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The house is busy with good deeds,
Kindness quietly walks around the apartment.
Good morning with us,
Good afternoon and good hour,
Good evening, good night,
It was good yesterday.
And where, you ask,
There is so much kindness in the house,
What does this kindness do
Flowers take root,
Fish, hedgehogs, chicks?
I’ll answer you directly:
This is mom, mom, mom!
(L. Nikolaenko)
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Who loves you, children,
Who loves you so tenderly?
Without closing your eyes at night,
Does everything take care of you?
Mom dear!
Who shakes the cradle for you,
Who amuses you with a song
Or tells a fairy tale,
Who gives you toys?
Mom is golden!
If, children, you are lazy,
Naughty, playful,
As it happens sometimes,
Who sheds tears then?
All she is dear! nine0009 (A.
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Mother’s character must be
Mandatory humane,
Very humane!
If I do not pass the exam —
Do not sigh all evening,
But say: — Go to the cinema,
Take a walk at the same time —
Clear your head
From your geometries!
Mother’s character must be
Necessarily humane:
If on holidays
I go to the park somewhere,
Let him ask — do not call
To me from the machine,
Have fun until late,
I’ll stay alone!
Mother’s character must be
Definitely humane,
Must not be gloomy! It’s hard as hell!» –
Let him show courage!..
Such is mother’s character,
Without a doubt, humane!
He is quite human
And quite comfortable for me. nine0009 (A. Barto)
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When mom puts on an outfit,
Hanged in the closet under a cover,
Dad is terribly happy:
— You are simply a gorgeous woman!
If mom is wearing a dressing gown
And stirs something in the pot,
Dad comes in and is happy again:
– You are a very cozy woman!
When we are on the beach and mom is walking
Along the sea with pebbles coastal,
Dad looks with his mouth open:
— You’re just a goddess — not a woman! nine0007
It seems to me: at least put mum in a jacket
With some kind of paint smell,
Dad will watch every day
And admire again!
(O.
Bundur)
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The house is empty,
Very sad,
I don’t want anything —
I don’t sing,
I don’t fight,
I don’t even laugh 90,007 .
Someone knocked.
I opened it — and straight ahead
In front of me — Mom!
And not boring,
And not sad,
I want to run, jump,
And laugh and sing,
And laugh with might and main!
(E. Karganova)
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Mom has warm hands like the sun
They know how to caress so gently,
They will cure pain, relieve boredom,
Ready to hug at any moment.
Playing, my hair will gently ruffle,
Bake pies on weekends in the morning,
And merrily tickle my legs in bed,
When I don’t want to wake up myself. nine0009 They will iron all the dresses, shirts and trousers
And then they will find another job…
I am stroking my mother’s tired hands —
Let them rest at least a little.