What you do with time is what a grandmother clock does with it: strike twelve and take its time doing it. You’re the clock: time passes, you remain. And wait. Waiting is what happens to a snow-covered garden, a trunk under moss, hope for better times in the nineteenth century, or words in a poem. For poetry
Mother's Day take place on the second Sunday in May each year in the United States. Browse our selection of poems for and about mothers below and find more poems and resources for Mother's Day on our Poems for Mother's Day page.