2024年4月7日发(作者：)

赞美母亲的英文押韵诗歌

英文诗歌目录

1.《Only One Mother》by George Cooper

2.《Mother》by Nikita Gill

3.《What I Learned From My Mother》by Julia Kasdorf

4.《A Practical Mom》by Amy Uyematsu

5.《M – O – T – H – E – R》by Howard Johnson

6.《My Mother Kept A Garden》

1.《Only One Mother》by George Cooper

Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,

Hundreds of shells on the shore together,

Hundreds of birds that go singing by,

Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.

Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,

Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,

Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,

But only one mother the wide world over.

2.《Mother》by Nikita Gill

The water of her womb, your first home

The body she pulled apart to welcome you to the world.

The spirit in you she helped grow with all she knew.

The heart that she gave you when yours fell apart.

You are her soft miracle.

So she gave you her eyes to see the best in the worst.

You carry your mother in your eyes.

Make her proud of all she watches you do.

3.《What I Learned From My Mother》by Julia Kasdorf

I learned from my mother how to

love the living,

to have plenty of vases on hand

in case you have to rush to the

hospital

with peonies cut from the lawn,

black ants

still stuck to the buds.

I learned to save jars

large enough to hold fruit salad

for a whole

grieving household, to cube home-

canned pears

and peaches, to slice through maroon

grape skins

and flick out the sexual seeds with

a knife point.

I learned to attend viewings even

if I didn’t know

the deceased, to press the moist

hands

of the living, to look in their

eyes and offer

sympathy, as though I understood

loss even then.

I learned that whatever we say

means nothing,

what anyone will remember is that

we came.

I learned to believe I had the

power to ease

awful pains materially like an

angel.

Like a doctor, I learned to create

from another’s suffering my own

usefulness, and once

you know how to do this, you can

never refuse.

To every house you enter, you

must offer

healing: a chocolate cake you

baked yourself,

the blessing of your voice, your

chaste touch.

4.《A Practical Mom》by Amy Uyematsu

can go to Bible study every

Sunday

and swear she’s still not

convinced,

but she likes to be around

people who are.

We have the same conversation

every few years—I’ll ask her

if she stops

to admire the perfect leaves

of the Japanese maple

she waters in her backyard,

or tell her how I can gaze

for hours

at a desert sky and know this

as divine. Nature, she says,

doesn’t hold her interest.

Not nearly

as much as the greens, pinks,

and grays

of a Diebenkorn abstract, or

the antique

Tiffany lamp she finds in San

Francisco.

She spends hours with her

vegetables,

tasting the tomatoes she’s

picked that morning

or checking to see which radishes

are big enough to pull.

Lately everything she touches

bears fruit,

from new-green string beans to

winning

golf strokes, glamorous hats she

designs and sews,

soaring stocks with their

multiplying shares.

These are the things she can count

in her hands,

the tangibles to feed and pass on

to daughters

and grandchildren who can’t keep

up with all

the risky numbers she depends on,

the blood-sugar counts

and daily insulin injections, the

monthly tests

of precancerous cells in her liver

and lungs.

She’s a mathematical wonder with

so many calculations

kept alive in her head, adding

and subtracting

when everyone else is asleep.

5.《M – O – T – H – E – R》by Howard Johnson

“M” is for the million things

she gave me,

“O” means only that she’s

growing old,

“T” is for the tears she shed

to save me,

“H” is for her heart of purest

gold;

“E” is for her eyes, with

love-light shining,

“R” means right, and right she’ll

always be,

Put them all together, they spell

“MOTHER,”

A word that means the world to me.

6.《My Mother Kept A Garden》

My Mother kept a garden,

a garden of the heart,

She planted all the good things

that gave my life it’s start.

She turned me to the sunshine

and encouraged me to dream,

Fostering and nurturing

the seeds of self-esteem…

And when the winds and rain came,

she protected me enough-

But not too much because she knew

I’d need to stand up strong and tough.

Her constant good example

always taught me right from wrong-

Markers for my pathway

that will last a lifetime long.

I am my Mother’s garden.

I am her legacy-

And I hope today she feels the love

reflected back from me