Gold Star Mother's Day 2023 is on Thursday, September 28, 2023: Mother's Day?

Thursday, September 28, 2023 is Gold Star Mother's Day 2023. The American Gold Star Mothers Inc. was formed in the United States shortly after World War I to provide support for mothers who lost sons or daughters in the war.

Gold Star Mother's Day.

The American Gold Star Mothers Inc. was formed in the United States shortly after World War I to provide support for mothers who lost sons or daughters in the war.

Mother’s Day?

She's Somebodies Hero by Jamie O'Neil

Mama Knows by Shenandoah

Oh Wait....

Jesus and Mama Always loved Me by Confederate Railroad would be great to sing in church

Here are the lyrics

I made a wish upon a star

I could have a brand new car

Got tired of wishing

So I stole one

Seventeen and knew it all

My dreams were big but my thoughts were small

So many roads somehow I chose

The wrong one


But Jesus and mama always loved me

Even when the devil took control

Jesus and mama always loved me

This I know

I felt tried most all my life

Found new kinds of lows and highs

Never been a husband but I had a lot of wives

To hold me

Headstrong, stubborn, couldn't be told

Like a wild horse that couldn't be rode

A rainbow chaser hungry for gold

And still searchin'


I wish mom could see me now

And how I've turned it all around

Lately I've been going down

The right road

Life's a picture that you paint

With blues and grays and cans of canvas

Heaven knows I'm not a saint

But I know


Anyone know of any great mother’s day poems?

Anyone know of any great mother's day poems?


God made a wonderful mother,

A mother who never grows old;

He made her smile of the sunshine,

And He moulded her heart of pure gold;

In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,

In her cheeks fair roses you see;

God made a wonderful mother,

And He gave that dear mother to me.

-Pat O'Reilly

A mother's love determines how

We love ourselves and others.

There is no sky we'll ever see

Not lit by that first love.

Stripped of love, the universe

Would drive us mad with pain;

But we are born into a world

That greets our cries with joy.

How much I owe you for the kiss

That told me who I was!

The greatest gift--a love of life--

Lay laughing in your eyes.

Because of you my world still has

The soft grace of your smile;

And every wind of fortune bears

The scent of your caress

Are There Any Poems for Mother’s Day?

Are There Any Poems for Mother's Day?

1) To My Mother by Edgar Allan Poe

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,

The angels, whispering to one another,

Can find, among their burning terms of love,

None so devotional as that of "Mother,"

Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-

You who are more than mother unto me,

And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you

In setting my Virginia's spirit free.

My mother- my own mother, who died early,

Was but the mother of myself; but you

Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,

And thus are dearer than the mother I knew

By that infinity with which my wife

Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.

2) Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, by Emily Dickinson

Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,

Impatient of no Child --

The feeblest -- or the waywardest --

Her Admonition mild --

In Forest -- and the Hill --

By Traveller -- be heard --

Restraining Rampant Squirrel --

Or too impetuous Bird --

How fair Her Conversation --

A Summer Afternoon --

Her Household -- Her Assembly --

And when the Sun go down --

Her Voice among the Aisles

Incite the timid prayer

Of the minutest Cricket --

The most unworthy Flower --

When all the Children sleep --

She turns as long away

As will suffice to light Her lamps --

Then bending from the Sky --

With infinite Affection --

And infiniter Care --

Her Golden finger on Her lip --

Wills Silence -- Everywhere --

3) Prayer For a New Mother by Dorothy Parker

The things she knew, let her forget again-

The voices in the sky, the fear, the cold,

The gaping shepherds, and the queer old men

Piling their clumsy gifts of foreign gold.

Let her have laughter with her little one;

Teach her the endless, tuneless songs to sing,

Grant her her right to whisper to her son

The foolish names one dare not call a king.

Keep from her dreams the rumble of a crowd,

The smell of rough-cut wood, the trail of red,

The thick and chilly whiteness of the shroud

That wraps the strange new body of the dead.

Ah, let her go, kind Lord, where mothers go

And boast his pretty words and ways, and plan

The proud and happy years that they shall know

Together, when her son is grown a man.

4) The Mother Of God by William Butler Yeats

The threefold terror of love; a fallen flare

Through the hollow of an ear;

Wings beating about the room;

The terror of all terrors that I bore

The Heavens in my womb.

Had I not found content among the shows

Every common woman knows,

Chimney corner, garden walk,

Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes

And gather all the talk?

What is this flesh I purchased with my pains,

This fallen star my milk sustains,

This love that makes my heart's blood stop

Or strikes a Sudden chill into my bones

And bids my hair stand up?

Holidays also on this date Thursday, September 28, 2023...