"I didn't care about the gift. / It was the note I wanted, / the salt from his hand, / the words," admits a woman awaiting a Mother's Day package from her son away at war, in Frances Richey's poem "Letters."

There is no substitute for the intimacy of a handwritten note, no gift as singular as words carefully considered and chosen. The impulse to personalize correspondence is evident in the custom to sign letters by hand, even when the rest is typed.

Like a fingerprint, handwriting can identify its owner; even mood and intention can be revealed in the bends and crosses of letters, hidden in the slant of cursive. In her poem "Consider the Hands that Write This Letter," Aracelis Girmay describes the act of writing: "The left palm pressed flat against the paper, / as it has done before, over my heart, /in peace or reverence / to the sea or some beautiful thing."

Find the right words to say to your mother for Mother’s Day with this selection of meaningful lines you can share in your own personalized, poetic greeting.

      if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)
     one.    It will not be a pansy heaven nor
     a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
     it will be a heaven of blackred roses

     —from "if there are any heavens my mother will(all by
     by E. E. Cummings


     It's like watching your mother sleep,
     minutes after you have been conceived,

     and her closed eyes say it's all right
     to wake alone....

     —from "Harbor Lights" by Mark Doty


     My mother would be a falconress,
     and I her gerfalcon raised at her will,
     from her wrist sent flying, as if I were her own
     pride, as if her pride
     knew no limits, as if her mind
     sought in me flight beyond the horizon.

     —from "My Mother Would Be a Falconress" by Robert


     Green sap of Spring in the young wood-a-stir
     Will celebrate the Mountain Mother, And every song-bird
        shout awhile for her

     —from "The White Goddess" by Robert Graves


     If I were damned of body and soul,
     I know whose prayers would make me whole...

     —from "Mother o' Mine" by Rudyard Kipling


     Like those old pear-shaped Russian dolls that open
     at the middle to reveal another and another, down
     to the pea-sized, irreducible minim,
     may we carry our mothers forth in our bellies.

     —from "The Envelope" by Maxine Kumin


     Oh, if instead she'd left to me
     The thing she took into the grave!—
     That courage like a rock, which she
     Has no more need of, and I have.

     —from "The courage that my mother had" by Edna St.
     Vincent Millay


     I am a tree
     Strong limbed and deeply rooted
     My fruit is bittersweet
     I am your mother

     —from "Trees" by Walter Dean Myers


     I lie here now as I once lay
     in the crook of her arm, her creature,
     and I feel her looking down onto me the way the
     maker of a sword gazes at his face in the
     steel of the blade

     —from "Why My Mother Made Me" by Sharon Olds


     The angels, whispering to one another,
     Can find, among their burning terms of love,
     None so devotional as that of "Mother"...

     —from "To My Mother" by Edgar Allan Poe


     I want my conscience to be
     true before you;
     want to describe myself like a picture I observed
     for a long time, one close up,
     like a new word I learned and embraced,
     like the everday jug,
     like my mother's face,
     like a ship that carried me along
     through the deadliest storm.

     —from "I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone"
     by Rainer Maria Rilke


     To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
     To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
     I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
     Whose service is my special dignity,

     —from "Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome"
     by Christina Rossetti


     And may you happy live,
        And long us bless;
     Receiving as you give
        Great happiness.

     —from "To My Mother" by Christina Rossetti


     Here is a thing my heart wishes the world had more of:
     I heard it in the air of one night when I listened
     To a mother singing softly to a child restless and angry in
        the darkness.

     —"Home," from "Poems Done on a Late Night Car"
     by Carl Sandburg


     Today I remember
     The creator,
     The lion-hearted.

     —from "For My Mother" by May Sarton


     A woman is her mother
     That's the main thing.

     —from "Housewife" by Anne Sexton


     They touched earth and grain grew.
     They were full of sturdiness and singing.
     My grandmothers were strong.

     —from "Lineage" by Margaret Walker


     Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
     My sacred one, my mother.

     —from "Delicate Cluster" by Walt Whitman


     Unfolded out of the justice of the woman all justice
        is unfolded,
     Unfolded out of the sympathy of the woman is all

     —from "Unfolded Out of the Folds" by Walt Whitman


     Ma, hear me now, tell me your story
     again and again.

     —from "From a Heart of Rice Straw" by Nellie Wong


     My mother dandled me and sang,
     ‘How young it is, how young!'
     And made a golden cradle
     That on a willow swung.

     —from "The Player Queen" by W. B. Yeats


     O what to me my mother's care,
     The house where I was safe and warm;
     The shadowy blossom of my hair
     Will hide us from the bitter storm.

     —from "The Heart of the Woman" by W. B. Yeats

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