Mother’s Day Limericks 🌷

On May 10, 2025 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry74 Comments

I’m replicating my post from last year…It’s limerick time, and this collection was fun to work on, although a couple are more factual and not so delightful. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!

Unselfish

She is a classy, lovely mother
Who puts herself last behind others
Their care comes first
Health, hunger, or thirst
They love her – daughter and brother.

Summer

How special to become a mother
Devoted but not to smother
To love and raise
Till the end of her days
Mothers are the essence of summer!

Special Day

The special day comes every year
But not all hold their mothers dear
Words criticize
Make tears leak from eyes
Sad those hearts didn’t hold their babes near

Smiles and Giggles

What a miracle to be a mom
Caring for babes with a heart of calm
Relish in their smiles
Giggles heard for miles
Music to a mother’s ear, a balm.

Not Fragile

Mothers are an exceptional class
Their work ethic no one can surpass
Cooking and cleaning
Diapering and weaning
They’re strong, not fragile like glass!

Warrior Soul

Caring for her children is her role
Keeping them safe and happy is her goal
A multitasker
Sought after
Her skills are plenty, a warrior soul!

DNA

DNA does not a mother make
DNA may produce a mother fake
Who only thinks of herself
Baby’s needs on the shelf
Baby’s life unimportant and at stake.

Flair

A mother’s talents are exhaustible
But clearly, they’re not implausible
Many balls in the air
She juggles with flair
Her demeanor is surely laudable!

Golden Worth

A mother’s love comes from her heart
That blooms and glows from the start
Cradling at birth
A golden worth
She’ll give her All to do her part!

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Do you have a favorite or two? Let me know if you do! 😁
Happy Mother’s Day Weekend to all the loving and unselfish moms who have hearts of gold, and to the moms who have left our world, but who live in our hearts. I’m thinking of Doris and Diane, my mom and mother-in-law.

Our son has been visiting from CO. so I haven’t been online as much. It was nice to celebrate his birthday with him, and it will be special to celebrate Mother’s Day with him tomorrow. Our daughter will celebrate with us from TN. I appreciate your presence here and wish you all a fabulous weekend!!! 💗🌺

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The Hummingbird

On July 2, 2023July 2, 2023 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Stories83 Comments

Laura folds into the patio rocker, breathing in summer’s fragrance. The sun boldly hangs in the bright sky, but today marks the tenth anniversary of that day. Her heart feels heavy.

“I miss you, Mom, and the kids miss their grandma. I just long for another chat, a hug, even one more piece of unsolicited advice.”

She watches a hummingbird soar to the pink geranium hanging from the gazebo. Her mother loved these delightful creatures.

“Is that you, Mom?”

The little bird glides to Laura, hovering at eye level.

Rocking gently, Laura feels the comfort of her mom’s presence.

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Photo by Frank Cone on Pexels.com

I’ve had fun writing 99-word stories, and I hope you enjoyed this one, too. 🩷

A Double Ennead poem for Mother’s Day Weekend! 💐

On May 13, 2023May 13, 2023 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry66 Comments

Happy early Mother’s Day to all moms out there!

Mothers

She protects with arms of
strength and adoring love,
embodies splendor of many colors, bold
for confidence, pastel
for giving support

She is the butterfly
on the breeze, flying
with style, the hummingbird outside our window
she graces our presence
a lovely blessing

She will swim upstream with
vigor if need be
a sister, daughter, friend, lover, a caring
spirit like no other
an angel on earth

(My mom passed away 12 years ago and my mother-in-law at a very young age, three decades ago. But these two amazing women live in our hearts, and not a day goes by without thinking of them.) 💗

**My bridal shower in 1988. Mom** ***in red stripes and my mom-in-law in red flowers.***

And thank you to my amazing daughter and son for making me feel so blessed!
❤️🙏🏻

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The Double Ennead poetry form was created by Colleen Chesebro for CarrotRanch.com.

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HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! 🌺

The Blue Down Jacket

On March 15, 2023 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Prose85 Comments

The radio belted out “Joy to the World!”
You were a teenage boy, but on this
Christmas morning in ‘75, excitement
buzzed! Your dad watched and listened,
relaxed in his corner chair, but your mom
played Santa, just as jolly! The first time
we met. Do you remember?

You and your dad hiked Half Dome that year,
then…the many trips we booked…
those rocky inclines had my sleeves shaking!
Hiking to Italy Pass, 12,000 feet at the top!
We did it! Trekking through the Trinity Alps,
Thousand Island Lake in the Sierra.
And Mount Shasta!
I kept you warm when the air was ice.

What a team we made, and I couldn’t believe
how beautiful the world could be…

Then with the years your adolescence faded like
my blue dye, but I stayed loyal. Why wouldn’t I?
You are my brother, even still, all grown up
with a family of your own.

Lucky is what I feel because ages ago, I thought
I’d be buried beneath piles of clothes at the bottom
of a bag to be given away.
But mostly, I feel privileged for my significance.
I recall her vividly.
She left this world too young, too soon.

You see, when we hang out,
your memories transport you
to that morning when her laughter was music,
her smile was sunlight,
her energy as vibrant as “Joy to the World.”
You travel to the special place in your mind
when your mom was still in your life.

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
My husband’s loyal blue down jacket. ❤️

A Little Bit More

On November 4, 2022November 4, 2022 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Writing53 Comments

She’d sit on the landing,
long hair cascading,
her little friends listening
to her read about Paddy,
Peter the Rabbit, and
The Three Little Bears.

My mind still can’t fathom
that this moment wasn’t
just yesterday
when she loved to create
her little delightful worlds.

Now, a beautiful woman
giving life her best
with an open heart
and a smile bright
as a field of sunflowers.

But geography intervenes…

And yet, our phone chats,
well, let me just say,
we make up for lost time!
Three hours later,
what could we have
possibly gabbed about?

Everything, and most
likely, a little bit more.

She knows the amount
of residence
she claims in my heart.
Then again, it is quite
difficult to quantify.
It would be like counting
the display of gleaming stars
in the vast evening sky.

The Old Afghan (with audio)

On May 9, 2022 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry, Recordings39 Comments

Each purl stitch was interlaced
with love from the touch
of her gentle hands.
She, the teacher,
me, the student,
as our bodies
sank into the big sofa
checkered in a
seventy’s palette.

For a new teen,
my love for her
went unmeasured.
Now, fully immersed
in motherhood
after three decades,
the mom role is
clear as plate glass,
how heart and mind
require flexibility,
the juggling
of many hats.

Her wisdom mingles
with my thoughts
so often that I whisper,
“I get it, Mom.”
Teardrops of love
struggle for freedom,
grief clutches at my heart.

Autumn browns, reds,
yellows, and oranges
from that afghan
warmed memories
over the years,
but at some point,
my novice knitwork
must have slipped a stitch
because those warm shades
unraveled through the seasons,
crafting a hole in the center
that mirrors the chasm in my heart
from missing her.

Lauren Scott (c) 💗

A Mother’s Day Tribute 💗

On May 8, 2022May 8, 2022 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry44 Comments

***Mom loved her pink roses, so this beauty from our garden is for her.***

A Mother’s Day Tribute

With her tender care,
she creates perfection
Like a mama bird,
she provides protection
Under her wing
she carries warmth
A frown in her view,
she’ll easily transform
Her beauty shines,
flows like a river
Ah, but her love
will never wither
She embodies splendor
of many colors
bold for confidence,
pastel for aiding others
With a butterfly’s elegance,
she graces our presence
Her million-dollar smile
illuminates her essence
A sister, daughter,
friend, and lover
A doting spirit
like no other
An angel on earth,
A spirit divine
A lovely blessing
One of a kind

Happy Mother’s Day to all Moms out there,
and to our Moms in Heaven, we miss you
and love you! 💕

And a Big shout-out to my daughter and son
who are absolutely the best
and make me feel so blessed. ❤️

Lauren Scott (c)

Love Carries On

On June 6, 2021June 5, 2021 By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Personal Stories, Poetry38 Comments

Another dog, that’s what I needed back then when our
Black lab, Lucky Girl, on that gray November day
Crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. Then Mom,
Doris to those who knew her well, gracefully entered her
Eternal home a few months later. I honestly
Felt empty inside – all enthusiasm drained,
Grasping for unreachable acceptance through the tears.
Handling the loss of our sweet furry family member
Involved revisiting those memories of the love she gave
Joyfully to her four adopted humans.
Keeping emotions intact, yet missing Mom – her voice,
Laughter, funny off-key singing, and mouth-watering cooking
Made greeting each sunrise challenging.
Naturally with active emotions, our family felt
Overwhelmed. Dad was devastated, losing his Gal of sixty-seven
Precious years that began in days of World War II. Mom was the
Queen. Another memory was her unequivocal love for dogs.
Riley was one of many canines she and Dad loved over the years.
So, amid these painful losses came Copper, our lab. The
Time was right, and I felt Mom’s otherworldly approval because
Underneath Copper’s quirkiness lies his loyalty, cuddliness, and
Vigilance in holding the guard dog role. He’ll be at our feet
When we call him, shake a paw when he sees our hand.
Xenial describes our friendly lab when anyone visits. Even at the not so
Youthful age of ten, Copper carries an abundance of
Zest for bounding through life, for loving his humans – reminding us that love carries on.