describe your mom?

Question

I have to write a poem about someone I care about and I'm running out of adjectives. I'm not asking for whole poems, just words! thanx

Answer 1

ah, my mom....

nagging
overbearing
critical
demanding
manipulative
guilt-inducing
needy
narcissistic

oh wait... you like your mom. (sigh.) that's nice. I love my mom, actually, very much. But she's best in very small doses and many miles away.

but for the purposes of your poem, I'd love to think of some adjectives that describe my grandma:

empathetic
loving
tender
humorous
gentle
witty and wise
adorable and adoring
sparkling
patient
big-hearted
soothing
comforting
peaceful
vivacious
gregarious, friendly
welcoming
a fighter, a survivor

Answer 2

compassionate
kind
intelligent
nurturing
understanding

Poetry doesn't always have to use fancy words. you could say she is nice and sweet and smart and kind. It's how you say it (the structure of the sentences) and the other words you use)

I once wrote a poem about my mother

As I recall, I compared her to a flower and talked about the everyday things that she does that just make her who she is and that's why I love her. It was very simple, but she liked it so much she cried and my school published it.

Good luck. I'm sure you will write a beautiful poem.

Answer 3

I'm certain that my mother... Is not at all what you are looking for in a poem.

Sorry.

Here are some made up ones though for prosperity sake...

Sweet
kind
cheerful
feels like home...
nurturing
patient
loving
understanding
smells like vanilla and sunshine?


Ummm... Aren't these some of the things that mothers normally are? I wouldn't know, mine is German? LOL...

Answer 4

My Mother was priceless .. her love unconditionally ... she saw sunshine through rain ... and good in the midst of bad ... she was one in a million. She passed away two years ago but there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of her . Enjoy and cherish the time with your Mom ... and good luck with your poem.

Answer 5

My mom died 5 years ago and the things I miss the most are involve my 5 senses.

The sound of my name, the way she said it.
The smell of her hair and the soap she used.
The warmth of her hands, when she held mine.
The smell of garlic, she left behind.
The giggle of her laugh mixed with her grandchildren
The look in her eyes, saying nothing at all.

Thanks for posing a question that makes me love her a little more each day!

Answer 6

My mom passed away in 1994...and she was my very bestest friend and I miss her so.. a hint to poetry...find the word u would like to use and mark down all the words that rhyme with that..it helps me..

Answer 7

Caring
concerned
generous
loving
kind
honest
funny

Answer 8

Rosie:
This from my book, The Good Weeds. Hope it is what you want?
MOM:
At the age of nine, Mom was adopted and lived with a very wealthy farm family called La-Coute. They adopted her and changed her name to Loretta La-Coute, raising her until she was seventeen years old.
Mom claimed this farm life taught her how to work hard. From day one she did the washing for the family, and pretty well raised her younger sister. The La-Coute boys worked in the fields; Mrs. La-Coute did all the cooking, and Mom, with the help of Pop La-Coute, did all the barn chores.
At four in the morning, she would feed the pigs and chickens, and clean their pens. This was the only dung shovelling she had to do because the horses and cows were usually in the fields, even during the winter. Mom would then climb to the top of the silos and shovel silage down for the cattle; she then climbed the ladder into the hayloft and pitched hay down to the horses.
She carried the silage in a bushel basket to the feeding mangers for each cow, then riding her bike she would bring the cows down the road from the far pasture. While they were eating, she and Pop La-Coute would milk the fifteen cows and pack the milk to the house.
At the house, she had the chore of hand separating 25-30 pails of milk, churning the cream into butter, then cleaning all the parts of the milk separator and the butter churn. She then washed, changed clothes, and went to school for however much time of school was left each day. She never got in a full day of school.
After Mom got home from school and changed into her work clothing, she fed all the animals again and gathered the eggs. She rode her bike to the fields and drove the cows to the barn again. With Pop La-Coute’s help, she milked them by hand again, and then did the separating and churning. The cream was sold to a dairy. Of course, somewhere in here she managed to feed the other animals their evening meals. After this job and I wonder where the time came from, she helped clean the house and look after her little sister. When it was washday, Mom had to do this in the morning after her chores; she would be very late for school on those days. The teacher loved her, so if Mom missed an exam, she saved the test and let her do it at recess or noontime. Mom says she was lucky, as on this farm they had a gas operated Delco plant that generated electricity, and an electric washing machine that saved her from hand washing and wringing all the clothes. They also had a gas well that produced just enough gas for the house. After the evening chores, because they had no radio, the only entertainment was a piano played by Mrs. La-Coute. Mom tried to learn piano, but simply had no time for this. Mom never had to cook, but when they had guests she was a server. The guests were usually doctors, and such, from the city. Mom was so tiny; the guests would sometimes suggest to Mrs. La-Coute that she might be younger than they had been told. They talked in front of her as though she wasn’t even there. She was taught to be seen, but not heard.
On Sundays, after her chores were done, Mom rode her bike to Church. It was the one time she had to herself. She had nice Sunday clothes, and loved this day. The storekeeper’s son liked Mom and asked her for a date, but Mrs. La-Coute said he was too good for her! ???????

My Mom! Never a bad word for anyone, helped any in need, a Polianna for sure. Loved by all who knew her. At age 97 she left us for a better place. No doubt in my mind that she is an angel still helping others.
Wayne Russell, The Vagabond Writer

Answer 9

My mother is a little strange,
She has thin brown hair like me,
Brown eyes shinning forth
Her warm smile sets my soul free

However she is quite small
And calls me a religious fanatic
But I love her with my all
Cuz she is my mom

Answer 10

amazing . She's the strongest person I know...a real rock!
She's intelligent and kind and benevolent. She is charitable and has a great sense of humour.