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What are some modern poems about maternal love?

Modern poems describing maternal love are as follows:

1. "Paper Boat" - Send to Mother

Author: Bing Xin.

I never abandon a piece of paper, I always keep it, keep it, fold it into small boats, and throw them into the sea. Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat, and some were wet by the waves and stained on the bow of the boat. I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream, don’t be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason. This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes. May it carry her love and sorrow back home!

2. "Mother"

Author: Love.

My mother is as humble as moss, as solemn as the morning sun, as soft as the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River, and as strong as the thousand-year-old cold jade. When she raises her eyes, she is the bright moon, and when she lowers her head, she is the vast earth.

3. "Mother"

Author: Shu Ting.

Your pale fingertips caress my temples, and I can't help but feel like I was a child. I hold on to your skirt tightly, oh, mother, in order to keep your disappearing figure. Although the morning light had cut the dream into wisps of smoke, I still didn't dare to open my eyes for a long time. I still treasure the bright red scarf, for fear that washing will damage it. Lose your unique warmth.

Oh, mother, isn’t the passage of time equally ruthless? I'm afraid that my memory will also fade. How dare I open its screen so easily. For a thorn I cried to you, but now with a crown of thorns I dare not. Not daring to moan. Oh, mother, I often look up at your picture sadly. Even if the call can penetrate the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep.

I don’t dare to display the sacrifices of love like this, even though I have written many songs. To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn, oh, mother, my sweet and deep yearning. It's not a torrent, not a waterfall, it's a dry well that can't sing among the flowers and trees.