"A Black Mother's Love" Poem: Perfect for African American Mother's Day

A Black Mother's Love

by Vivian Wakefield

In a small house beneath the evening sky,
Where stars whispered secrets as night drew nigh,
Lived a mother with skin like midnight’s embrace,
Her eyes held stories, her heart was grace.

She worked through the day, her hands worn and tough,
But her spirit was gentle, her love enough.
With each sunrise, she’d rise with the sun,
Knowing the battles her child might run.

Her son, a boy with dreams so high,
Would often ask, “Mama, why do we cry?”
She’d sit him down with a tender sigh,
“Because the world can be hard, my sweet little guy.”

She spoke of history, of chains and pain,
Of those who fought, of loss, of gain.
“Your skin is a treasure, a gift, my dear,
But some might fear it, and that’s why you hear.”

“Their whispers, their looks, they come from a place,
Of not understanding the beauty of this face.
But you stand tall, for you are strong,
This world is wide, and you belong.”

She taught him pride in his roots so deep,
A legacy that in his soul would keep.
Her love was a shield, her words a guide,
In a world where so much was pushed aside.

As years went by, her son grew tall,
Facing a world that tried to make him small.
But in his heart, her voice remained,
A melody of love that never waned.

When the world seemed dark, and hope was thin,
He’d recall the strength she planted within.
“A Black mother’s love,” he’d often say,
“Is the light that guides me day by day.”

Through struggles and tears, he found his way,
In her love, he knew he’d never stray.
For in the shadow of her tender might,
He learned to shine with all his light.

And as the stars would softly gleam,
He’d close his eyes and start to dream,
Of a world where love and peace would reign,
And his mother’s wisdom would not be in vain.

For a Black mother’s love is strong and true,
It’s the heart of gold that always grew,
In the darkest times, it shines so bright,
A beacon of hope, a guiding light.