Slate has combed through its archives and collected a sheaf of heartwarming (or if not heartwarming, at least beautiful and edifying) poems about Mom, love, and all things warm and fuzzy. Here's Lloyd Schwartz's "He Tells His Mother What He's Working on." Below, you'll also find links to other Slate poems of a similar maternal-holiday ilk.

He Tells His Mother What He's Working on

I'm writing a poem about you.

You are? What's it about?

It's the story about your childhood, the horses in the river.

The ones that nearly drowned? ... I saved them.

You told it to me just a few weeks ago.

I should dig up more of my memories.

I wish you would.