THIS COMPETITION IS NOW CLOSED. You are still welcome to submit your poem (via the review box, bottom right) - but for fame rather than flowers! Many thanks to everyone who submitted their poems!

THE WINNER:

Here's to the one that covered my knee,
In Super Ted plasters when I fell off the tree.

For ignoring the paint spilt on the table cloth,
And the mess I made when you'd just cleaned the loft.

I've learned my lesson and appreciate your work,
As I sit in the flat ironing my own shirts.

So remember when you miss me or feel a bit sad,
It's less work for you, which can't be that bad!

Halba

There were some great entries, and some very touching ones! We also specially liked the contributions of Sparkler, Al and Gemma C... have a look!

Daily Info Staff, 11/03/09

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A Mother’s Love

There’s a lovely lady
Who stands beside me
Although she’s not in form,
I’ve felt her love and presence
Since the day that I was born.

She walks with me
On life’s long path
And she guides me day to day,
She helps me with my thoughts and deeds
And the words I want to say.

We knew each other
In days gone by
A special bond we shared,
She left me with a special gift
To know she really cared.

We are alike in heart and mind
And I’m pleased to share with others,
The gift that I hold close to heart
The “Love”, that is given by mothers.

Karen Ormiston, 23/04/09

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For All Mums this Mothering Sunday

Luck’s Clover

What we call luck
Is simply pluck
It’s doing things over and over
Courage and Will, Perseverance and Skill
Are the four leafs of Luck’s Clover

Grace, 20/03/09

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I once heard someone saying, a cliche but it's true,
That if all Mothers were flowers, then I would have picked you,
For even when we've dissagreed, i've always known you cared,
That through all the difficult times in my life, You would always be there,
You've listened without judgement and said what I needed to hear,
You've held your tongue on occasions but the message was always clear,
Now as a Mother myself I know how hard at times that's been,
Watching the child you've nurtured grow and hoping they realise their dreams,
Loving despite the heartache and the tantrums along the way,
Letting them loose into the world and hoping they'll be o.k.,
A job that lasts a lifetime, in that you have no choice,
You got it right, I love you and you'll always be my voice,
That little voice inside my head which tells me right from wrong,
That whispers words of encouragement to help me carry on,
My heart holds all the memories, the smiles, the laughter and tears,
Shared between Mother and Daughter,built up over the years,
So yes, were Mothers flowers, then I would have picked you,
For I couldn't have chosen better....
....and that's the simple truth.

Smoqui 18/03/09, 18/03/09

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Angel on Loan

Our mum is our rock and our strength and our shield,
And she is the one we turn to when we're ill.
She never complains, and not once does she moan,
We know she's an angel, an angel on loan.

And we love you our mummy,
Give our mum the flowers!
Yes we love you our mummy,
Give her the flowers!

She watched as we grew up, saw time race ahead;
She'd stay her hand, hold her tongue,
Keep a cool head.
She never turned back on us, never did groan,
Yes she is our angel, our angel on loan.

And we love you our mummy,
Give our mum the flowers!
Yes we love you our mummy,
Give her the flowers!

Her love can't be compared; to do so would be
Like counting grains of sand
That sit by the sea.
But if we love like her, and don't fuss and moan
Perhaps then we'll be like our angel on loan.

And we love you our mummy,
Give our mum the flowers!
Yes we love you our mummy,
Give her the flowers!

Dedicated to mummy, with love from your ragamuffins...

A Ragamuffin, 18/03/09

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Mother's Day Mayhem!


It’s Mother’s Day and the time has come,
To spoil rotten your gorgeous Mum!
From the very first day that she saw your face,
Her life was bound for a faster pace.

From nursery, to school, to ballet and tap,
She ferried you round in her chauffeur’s cap.
To football, to parties, to after school clubs,
She dried all your tears, after all of your blubs!

And then came the washing, the never-ending pile
But, always, she did it with a gracious smile.
She helped with your home-work, she nursed you when sick,
She promised you sweets, the old bribery trick!

Then you grew up and fashion was your friend,
And your poor old Mum had to put up with your trend.
From mini skirts and heels, to jeans round your bum,
She always remained proud, your dear old Mum!

After all this drama we turned Mum’s hair grey,
And so now there’s only one thing left to say…
We love our Mums, they’re absolutely amazing,
So, Mum, please take today off and enjoy some lazing!

Gemma C, 17/03/09

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Mother's Day Memory

To my Mum on Mother's Day,
I miss you dearly I can say.

Each year passes and I try to forget,
and still to this day, many things I regret.

Wanting to tell you I love you so,
But too concerned with my life, I know.

So now is the time to express my feelings,
In a poem that has many meanings.

Your in my thoughts each and every day,
Just wish you were here in person to stay.

I look upon others with envy,
Knowing inside that will never be me.

However I still have many memories of joy,
A Mother who truly loved me, if only as a boy.

The nasty disease that took away my Mum,
Is something I will never overcome.

So once again on this special day,
I love you, I miss you in my dreams I will say.

Happy Mother's Day

Tigger, 17/03/09

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"Mother" (Tune: “The Irish Rover”)

On a foggy morning
In nineteen eighty three
Mrs L, she embarked on a quest
She was round in the tum
She was sore on her bum
Yet she just couldn’t get enough rest
Cos she’d been up all night
Putting up quite a fight
Wishing that it would be over
But she trundled right on, started singing a song
In the end she became my mother!

There were aunts and grandmas,
not forgetting grandpas
But there was only one of my mum
Though she watched what I ate
Thanks to them, I gained weight
And then soon I became half a tonne
So she taught me to walk and she taught me to talk
Back at some horrid name-callers
I then soon lost the weight, even got me a mate
Who would curl my hair up in rollers!

When I first went to school,
Mum just smiled, left me to
Fight some boys who dared pull my pigtails
She would rip up my work
cos it drove her berserk
I’d redo it, in spite of my wails
Now I look back and see
Why she did it for me
She made sure that I crossed every T
Now my writing’s the best, and this is not a jest,
I just love doing calligraphy!

And although now I’m grown
Mum still sees me as her own
Little girl who she raised with my dad.
She will phone if I’m late,
Sit at home with dad to wait
If I’m real late, she gets really mad.
We’ve had our ups and downs
And sometimes we act like clowns
But to me, this isn’t a bother:
I will never swap her, no, cos I know she loves me so
And she is my dear darling mother!

St Patrick's Day's Biggest Fan, 17/03/09

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To the Mum i love

The love i have for you mum,
Is as big & high as any sum.

As your so kind and funny,
you make my day great and sunny.

This is a day just for you,
That you always deserve and that is true.

Your always in my heart,
so remember we will never be apart.

All my love

Gifton, 17/03/09

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Mum's of the world

What would we do without Mum?
At time's she's a pain in the bum!
If nagging was a sport,
She'd have a glowing report,
And think its all part of the fun.

Now mums think always their right,
And love to put up a fight.
They always know best
And say sod to the rest
I wish my kids were this bright.

There's times we needed our mum
Like the scratch on knee
When we fell out that tree
Or the door that slammed on your thumb

And do you remember the meals ,?
How queasy they made us all feel.
Now eat up your Brussels
They'll give you big muscles
Just like the carrots and peas.

So to all the mums in the world
Your kids just want to be sure.
That if they had the pick of the bunch
We'd like the one next door!
Happy Mother's Day

T.K. Widdows, 17/03/09

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My Mum

She's more than just my Mother
She's my bestest, bestest friend
She listerns to me moaning
Again and again.
She's more than just my Mother
Always there to hold my hand
To say how much she loves me
And how she understands.
She's more than just my Mother
She's a very special Mum
A very loving person
Who's always full of fun.

Linda Francis, 17/03/09

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My Mums ninety two
She knows a good thing or two

She came through the war
And struggled lots more

Along came grand children
And then great grandchildren

Never a birthday or Christmas forgotten
She's seen many loved ones come and go

And yet somehow she still has a glow
More radiant than everyone could ever know

I can never repay the love that you gave
Whatever I am, I am what you made

I'll never be perfect - but to be like you
A ray of brightness that does not give in

Then one day I'll know a thing or two more
To be a better person that's for sure

I'm sorry your dreams of Lapland (UK)
Didn't come true they shut the same day!

To my special mum/ I say thank you now and forever
THANK YOU A MILLION... AND MILLIONS MORE

J. Harvey, 17/03/09

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Mum

You always look confused these days,
Sitting safe in your comfy chair,
No more walking the dogs,
taking the grandchildren out
So independant, without a care.

Those days are very different now
Every day drags on the same
Apart trips to the Doctors
Stumbling on that "bloomin frame"

Behind that veil of Dementia
I see the Mum I used to know
Full of fun and endless love
The one who helped me grow.

Its my turn to care for you now
To say thank you in every way
For all the good things you taught me
Mum....
Happy Mothers Day.

Jane Walsh, 17/03/09

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We haven't always been gratefull
For all the things you do
We love you loads
And we just want to let you know

Your a great mum
Your the best to us
And today you know
You'll always be our hero

So keep up the great work
It's fantastic what you do

Mothers' day is your day
so there will be
pampering and presant
All for you.

Thank You for everything mum

XXX

Kimberley, 17/03/09

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I Wish

I always thought that you’d be there – to catch me, should I fall,
I never contemplated you not being there at all,
I wish now that I’d told you that you meant the world to me,
I’d always planned to tell you but know now that cannot be.

Your legendary patience and your kind and soothing ways,
Your equanimous temperament, the hand you never raised,
You taught me how to do so much, to sew; to cook; to read …
At all times with that gentle touch that you knew would succeed.

You seemed to know just what to say to help relieve the pain,
You held a torch and lit the way, so that I could attain,
You backed up all my childhood dreams however ill-conceived,
And offered me your full support as in me you believed.

Then just last March, my brother phoned: “Mum’s ill”, he said, “it’s bad”,
They’d carried out some blood tests; it was cancer that you had,
I screamed and sobbed but you stayed strong, you took it in your stride:
“I’ve done my job, you’ve all grown up”… and one week on – you died.

You always said you loved me and you knew I loved you too,
The difference was that you told me – I wish that I’d told you.
As Auden said: “Stop all the clocks” – why should this still go on?
I see no point in Mother’s Day… the greatest one has gone.

Sparkler, 16/03/09

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A Wish for you on Mother's Day
A day that's filled with pleasure,
And a future that's as happy
As the memories you treasure.

Jimbo, 16/03/09

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Nine months on your womb
she carry me..
with no tears, no sweat and no complains

she loves me,
even before she saw my face
even before she knows what I will be
She loves me, unconditionally

Sometimes I made her cry
I made her my enemy
because I thought she never understand me
never knowing what I wanted

still,
she never stop loving me
the day I made her proud
will be the best day of my life

knowing that her sweats and tears
that she had poured for me
is ain't useless

love you mom...

mel16, 15/03/09

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The Day Before I Was Born,

my mother told me this- when she woke
it was already hot, beads of sweat clung

to her upper lip. My father bought her
a glass of juice and waited while she dressed

in a yellow slip, pinned her hair with tortoise-shell
combs. Before breakfast they walked round

the indian- the name the villagers had given
the route that happened to pass by

Naipaul's cottage. My mother had hayfever,
the roads thinned with the heavy overhanging

clumps of cow-parsley. She wore pale suede moccasins
that she'd bought after reading Hiawatha, said she felt

so big that when they reached home she lay on
her back under the thatched verandah watching

the daylight moving clouds of dust into the hall, said
the light was clear and glassy green like looking up

from the bottom of a swimming pool to the
surface. Her name for me had been Maeve that day,

or Timothy, depending, but she'd have liked
Maeve. She wrote a shopping list as my father took

a photograph; she was laughing, trying to
write with a pen in her mouth, in one arm a

Siamese, in the other a Russian blue, says
perhaps everything was heightened that day

but she can still remember the sharp taste
of mango, the smell of the pencils she had

sharpened, the thin spirals of wood
curling in the sun and as it darkened towards

evening the flash of silver-tipped wings
and the low little hoots of an owl from the valley below.

Al, 14/03/09

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I suppose I never knew
How hard it must have been for you,
Until I was in the same boat
And you were the one that kept me afloat.

We haven't always seen eye to eye,
I would do wrong and you would sigh,
But I know that you love me and I love you
And that we will always pull through.

So I just wanted to say,
In my own, clumsy, way,
You are my rock, to whom I will always come,
My one and only, special Mum

Otterlygirl, 14/03/09

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I write this piece for you my mother, your beauty and kindness unmatched by no other.

Your conscious mind has no clue, of the love I still embrace for you.

So remember the chain that holds our souls together, so strong while so light, like an Angels feather.

Across the world, or side by side, our souls are linked, as you are my guide.

YKD, 14/03/09

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Honeysuckle rain drops,
sun kissed roses too.
Daisy chains and buttercups,
Rainbows red, pink blue.
Scooping all the fairy dust,
picking every star.
Mix them all together,
place them in a jar.
Add some tender kisses,
then send it on its way.
with all my love dear mother,
on this special mothers day.

lisadover1977, 14/03/09

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Mum over the years,
I've watched
the wonderful ways
you've made life special
for our family...
the moments of love
and laughter,
the traditions
and memories
we'll carry with us
throughout our lives.
But most of all
I've watched the way
you've shown us
the true meaning of love
in everything you do.

Happy Mothers Day

sarahp, 14/03/09

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My Mother

Mother Mother, who is my mother?

In love like a never ending train

With one stop to my heart

She dotes upon my brain

Like a reader to their author

My beauty always remarked

Despite spots protruding

Her views always delivered like a

first class ticket!

elan, 12/03/09

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When for the very first time I looked at you, I immediately realized
that no matter how beautiful the world and the life could be outside
they can never be so loving and warm as your arms.


When for the first time, you held me in your arms and smiled
I recently felt the same, when I was holding my daughter
But it can't be the same as yours, as I am only a father.


All those times from my crawl to my crown you helped me
motivated me, inspired me and made me what I am
and I am so proud to be yours, you are my mom.


May Lord give me strength to return you the same
to be your shelter, your courage and your smile
although you deserve much more than a desire.

Arshad, 11/03/09

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You held me in your arms
What feels like a million times!
Like a lioness you love me
Brave and never tiring
You catch me when I fall
Even 30 years on from my first step
Your smile is lovingly engraved in my mind
Like the striking sunset on a backdrop of the sea
If I die before you mum
Like others have sadly done
Know that our love was special
And will never be undone
You’re my inspiration and
Although it’s been said before
The wind beneath my wings
While you stand
Watching on the sidelines of my life
I love you deep like an unkempt wild ravine
Looking back over my shoulder
I see your smiling face
Reassuring me
Forever and always
That our love is special
Like no other parent and child has
And if I leave this world mum before you or dad
Know my childhood was the best
Better than the majority had
I mess up loads
Each and every day
But knowing you will love me relentless
Helps me on my way
We have the hope for a future
A hope that is bright and pure
Where God will take this sadness
And where we will feel our pains no more
A place where we will be reunited
With innocence and our loved ones passed
You gave me life twice over
When you gave the gift of Jehovah to me
And now
Although we cry for our children together
One day our burdens will be set free
Until that day where
We stand side by side
Watching our children rise
Hold me in your arms mum
And never let me go

anouska, 11/03/09

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every night you fed me kebab
cause you was too busy watchin ab-fab
to bother with the cookin
or make sure you was lookin
after me and my mates
down by the park gates
beggin strangers for fags
while all the posh kids was playin tag

we've had some good times, mum
like you smokin while i was still in your tum
or waitin in the queue for benefits
while dad stayed home scratchin his bits
so happy mothers day
im writin just to say
that your my #1 chav
and best mum i'll ever have

your son-Davo

innit

Charlie, 10/03/09

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Bloomin chic; oh no mum´s more like a bookworm geek!
But we love her loads,
cos us kids act like toads;
so mum gets cross cos she´s always the boss,
but once again we make her smile,
if only for a while.

Mum cooks and she cleans
in her marks and spencer jeans,
while us kids play and fight
as we wait for mum´s homemade cookie delights!

It would be bloomin great
if us kids could write a good poem as bate,
we know it´s a bloomin cheek,
but we really need a gift for mum
to make her feel bloomin chic!

loca, 10/03/09

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you fed me, you burped me, you got me back to sleep,
i woke and i cried, i gurgled, and you bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
but now we off the baby stuff, i've grown it to a girl,
i always had straight hair, which you were determined to curl,
good days, bad days, naughty days as well,
but you managed all your kids, as i can tell,
now i'm grown up,and a mum myself,
i know how hard it is,
but i'd never chuck in towel, for that would be a sin,
your still as lovely as you were back then, never in a fix,
with hair so fair, only one or two lines,
who would know you were 76,
happy mothers day,

gugge, 10/03/09

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In you I was born..
In you of barbarousness I am shorn
the only apotheosis of love
I have known in this soul of
mine and life, whom you coruscate and adorn

how ineffable is your love
whom i forever receive and serve..
for mine would be a dimly lit heart of
an empty room..if this abject son
did not know love in womb..
he could not bloooom..nor indeed anyone.

praestans, 09/03/09

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I am a mum of that I'm sure,
My love for my boys is strong and pure,
Each day around and round I run,
Trying to make sure everything is done,
But always having lots of fun,
Lots of Mums wonder what each day will bring,
As for me a wouldn't change a thing!

Dede, 09/03/09

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I'm a nurse, a listener, a cleaner and cook, I really have no time to perfect my own look,

I am there for you thick and I'm there for you thin, I know just where you end and your siblings begin,

I have a job for life 24/7, from the day you were born until I go to heaven,

I cherish each moment each little thing counts, your happiness I wish for in copious amounts

I'll love you forever even when you're a bum, it's my job to regardless because i'm your mum.

Looby Lou, 08/03/09

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Size isn't everything and that I should know, but after mum had me she continued to grow!
There's nothing on earth that she refuses to eat, and that's why her backside fill the entire seat!
Camping with mum would be a good time spent, as most of her outfits could be used as the tent!
When she bends down to kiss me theres an eclipse of the sun, in stones I think she weighs one hundred and one!
To win this compition would be completely incredible, but it's a gift for my mum so will the flowers be edible?

Anon - will poem's owner please get in touch Daily Info if he/she wishes to leave contact details, 08/03/09

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