Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
My daughter was 9 yrs old when my wife and I first separated. I tried to get custody; was
granted joint custody, but the children would physically remain living with their mother.
My career took me to New Jersey. My ex took the children back home with her to Ohio.
Over the next few years my daughter started getting into more and more trouble. Her
school grades were very poor; she was not allowed to participate in extracurricular activities
until they improved; her attendance record was poor; she was spending school nights over at
friends’ houses and skipping school the next day; and, who knows exactly what else?
The reports I received from the teachers, the school councilor, from her mother and from
her siblings had me very concerned. I shared my concerns with my daughter through a
series of long, verbose letters pleading with her to get control of her life before it was too
late. She was smart, talented and a beautiful person but was not applying herself and falling
into bad habits that could ruin a young girls’ life.
After three years I once again sued for custody. This time, it was much more obvious that
the children belonged with their father; I was awarded full custody of all three children.
In high school, my daughter started to excel. Her artistic talents were shining through and
she graduated in the top ten of her Senior class. This father was very proud to send her off
to college knowing she was a bright, mature, well-adjusted young woman.
Four years later, at her college graduation party, after she had opened all her presents, my
daughter announced she had a present for me. She pulled out a stack of well worn papers
and told me that they were the letters I had sent her so many years ago.
She told me she had been saving these letters and constantly rereading them throughout the
years determined to return them to me showing me she could right herself and not go down
the paths I feared. She admitted that she was headed there and probably would have ended
up in the trouble I foresaw had I not fought once more to gain custody.
She thanked me for caring enough to write those letters. She thanked me for caring enough
to not give up on her. She thanked me for continuing my efforts to get custody of her and
her two brothers.
I cannot thank her enough for such a wonderful graduation present.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
Your Family has raised you
Your Creativity has led you.
Your Determination has held you
Your Work has lifted you
Your Friends have been with you
Your school will remember you
You have made memories and friendships to always hold
You have made your life and it has made you
You have become more and you will become more again.
You have been part of the past and you are now a part of the future
You have been one of many but you are still unique
You have depended on others and others will come to depend on you
Never forget you can still seek advice or extend a helping hand
Never forget that you can make things better but cannot change everything
Never forget that paths will change and may again cross
Never forget to use your strengths and never give up
Never forget mistakes happen and never forget to forgive
Never lose your courage or fail to get back up again
Never forget to continue to strive, hope, pray, and be happy
Remember there are still lessons to be learned and mountains to be climbed
Remember there are still fears to overcome and dreams to be dreamed.
Remember we Salute your future endeavors and… We Salute You.
Remember you are uniquely you
Remember: You are our sons and daughters… And
Remember: You are loved true.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011
Today I Have to Tell You
How Very Proud I Am
Remember How it Used to Be
How You Hit the Big "Grand Slam?"
Then You Went out on Your Own
And Set the World on Fire
You Beat the Odds and Won
It Was Your Hearts Desire
Oh to See You Fight
When Things Got in Your Way
I Really Couldn't Ask for More
But There's Something I must Say
Forever I Shall Love You
I Love You like No Other
I Hope You'll Always Need Me
Because I Am Your Mother
Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2013
A little baby girl
not even one year old
without her daddies arms
the nights felt very cold
daddy I cant breath
so to the hospital they go
mommy held me down
where was my daddy though?
16 years had gone
my dad was mostly there
but that morning he left
I said I didn't care
for two years I barely saw him
just talked to him now and then
but still I believed in him
and I'll choose to believe again
My graduation came
he promised me he'd come
but when I walked across the stage
I only saw my mom
Why weren't you there daddy?
I still believe in you
I love you daddy and always will
please just show you love me too
Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
I open my eyes and all I see is a sea of emotion in front of me
The cries of a baby, fresh from the womb, letting mommy know she needs fed soon
The tears of a toddler, barely turned three, with blood dripping froom a scrape on her knee
The laughs of a child just turned six, her smile lightens up all her birthday pics
The curiosity of a child just turned ten, who suddenly becomes more interested in men
The pleas of a child just thirteen, who just yells at you "Why not?!" and "Your mean!"
The pride in the eye of a father, watching the graduation of his teenage daughter
The radiant glow of a fathers' smile as he walks his daughter down the aisle
The happiness on a fathers' face as he gives his grandchild a warm embrace
The relief upon an old mans' brow as he turns to life and throws in the towell
I close my eyes, breath one last breath, then open my arms and embrace death
I am not scared, am not alone, I have memories of my friends, family, and home
As I say my last goodbye, I want you to smile and not to cry
And live your life with the greatest devotion, and open your eyes to the sea of emotion
Copyright © Zack Chambers | Year Posted 2010
Walking across a well-lit stage
I command my sequined graduation cap
stay perched up there!
I instruct my feet,
Gripping my Bachelor’s Degree
I recall the gruff,
Bronx-accented voice of my dad
Forty years ago I received
his high school graduation directive
“daughters ‘ain’t fer college,
‘git a husband, ‘git children.”
Today my father stands on the edge
of a Heavenly cloud,
hands on hips,
grinning at me
I done it anyway dad.
What you ‘tink ‘bout ‘dat?
Copyright © Denise Hengeli | Year Posted 2011
Upon the day when I was new
You held me at your breast,
And from that day love did accrue
For both I do attest.
You brought me to a place unknown
With slates of painted wood,
Where cheerful circus themes were flown
Above my neighborhood.
We seemed to nest for hours
At night in satin blanket trim,
My curious nature flowered
While yours eyes grew tired and dim.
The bears and clowns did entertain
Those few and fleeting days,
Until my innocent domain
Had overstayed its phase.
For soon the crawling was replaced
With awkward stepping feet,
A challenge you had bravely faced
Without fear of defeat.
Sweet infancy was soon eclipsed
By toddler nonchalance,
For “I can’t like it” pursed my lips
With every smug response.
You bore the brunt of childish acts
With ever loving ease,
Till school time called for pink backpacks
And alphabet expertise.
Soon Girl Scouts meetings filled your time
And clarinet your ears,
For you would plunk down every dime
To see me enjoy those years.
But then the teenage years ensued
When self-esteem is low,
You lifted me from anxious moods
When I had reached plateau.
Our arguments were common then
I thought myself all knowing,
While you’d repeat to me often
That I still had some growing.
We made it through till high school’s end
When college had arrived,
You made sure that I would attend
And my obstacles survived.
Through crying phone calls in the night
And stressful social scenes,
You’d hug me with unyielding might;
Upon you I could lean.
When graduation finally came
You looked so proud and calm,
“I made it through!” I did proclaim,
You knew it all along.
I am grown and on my own,
With life ahead of me,
But through this piece I hope I’ve shown
Just what you mean to me.
For all the memories in the past
My best friend you remain,
And all the troubles we’ve surpassed
Have not all been in vain.
For through these times I have found
An idol strong and true,
And may I say, loud and profound,
My idol, Mom, is you.
Copyright © Michele Nold-Godleske | Year Posted 2005
I do not know?
Her eyes dancing with excitement
The joy cannot be contained
Today is graduation day
My sanity regained!
Her red gown pressed so neatly
Cap perfectly on her head
Tears are coming to my eyes
No matter what I said!
Call her name, Come on let’s go!
Across that stage so brave
One hand open, One hand up
Tell me she’s not going to wave!
The crowd goes wild for my little girl
She blows kisses to us all
Hands are waving in the air
Please look out for the wall!
As she disappears from my sight
Her big debut’s been made
I can’t believe it’s finally over
Here we come 1st grade!
Copyright © Melissa Gregg | Year Posted 2005
Proudly watching my daughter
Questioning her trail of fate
Restless with anticipation
Sitting watching her future; patiently she waits
It’s hard to let your child go, but even harder to hold them back
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2007
Your mother and I were only twenty-one
when we learned that your life had just begun.
We barely had time to find love for one another.
What did we know about being father and mother?
We were afraid, but we soon came to know
that you and your love would make our family grow.
From early on in life, you’ve had knowing eyes.
Your Mom says it’s her genes that made you so wise.
Sometimes you’re stubborn, or goofy, or mad.
These are fine qualities that you get from your Dad.
As for drama, let’s just say you’ve “raised the bar.”
But your confidence and drive have taken you far.
We especially admire your compassion for others.
It’s an awesome trait for daughters AND mothers.
2001 was hard on us all.
We’ll never forget that summer or the fall.
Tragedy became triumph and heartache became love.
Avaya is a true blessing sent from Heaven above.
We’re proud of your motherhood. You grew up so fast!
Stay focused on your future and not with the past.
Keep your principles and your strong conviction.
Choose your battles . . . argue fact and not fiction.
Try not to complain or judge your fellow man.
Do good works and help others when you can.
Keep God at the center of your life and your world.
We thank him for giving us our little girl.
Copyright © Mike Shoemaker | Year Posted 2016
When I was born,
I learned how to breathe.
My Mama held me in her arms.
She said that she would never let me leave.
Several months later,
I learned to take my first steps.
Mama watched close, so I wouldn't trip.
She filled my heart, to the deepest depths.
A couple years later,
I learned to tie my shoes.
Mama taught me how to button my coat.
I had all I could want, nothing to loose.
I grew a little,
Then I rode the bus to school.
Mama followed the bus all the way there.
She missed me; there was no one to fool.
Soon after that,
I left for summer church camp.
Mama made sure I packed my bug spray.
I think her eyes got a little bit damp.
Some more years passed,
Then for the Lord I made a decision.
Mama stood proud with a big grin.
My life had great dreams and visions.
About two years later,
I talked to Mama, told her God's plan.
Mama smiled, sobbed, and cried.
I told her I must follow God's hand.
I stand strong and believe.
Mama says I've taught her strength.
And trusting God leaves her heart relieved.
One day soon,
I'll wear a graduation cap.
Mama will congradulate me.
With her gentle hands she will clap.
One day her hand will let me go.
She'll watch and wait for my return.
But her heart will hold me close though.
Copyright © Kimberly Clarke | Year Posted 2006
Angels of pure innocents
gave us sheer elegance
bright, pretty, smart, kind, committed to excellence
from the vestiges of youthful delights
onto the challenges of the bright
passing from the secure culture of youth
to a culture of wisdom of truth
oh we pray for wisdom of humility
may angels and doves protect
with love of our Father smiling above.
Copyright © Edward Snyder | Year Posted 2016