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Quatrain Daughter Poems | Quatrain Poems About Daughter

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The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own. 
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.

Copyright © Yvonne Evanoff | Year Posted 2011

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I Planted a Lily

I planted a lily
A long time ago,
And was given the chance
To watch the plant grow.

I'm sorry to say,
That chance I refused.
A delicate flower
Should not be abused.

It needs to be nurtured 
With plenty of sun.
Not shoved in the darkness
Where damage is done.

I planted a lily.
I hope you can see.
That without my presence
A flower's set free. 

Copyright © Clifford Woodell | Year Posted 2008

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All Gods Creations

We walked on the beach, just Daddy and me, And looked for shells in the sand. We found a starfish holding tight to a rock Then we walked down the beach holding hands. He showed me where clams had made holes in a stone; We watched how the waves filled a pool. Then he told me all about fish and such things And he joked, "Even they go to school." We ran from the waves and made castles of sand. And talked about Jesus awhile. I could tell how Dad loved him, Jesus I mean, From the tear in his eye, and his smile. We climbed to the top of a really high cliff To watch the sun hide in the sea. Then daddy told me, "Of all that God made, His greatest creation was me." All God’s Creations By: Dean Wood 7/24/2017 Quatrain 1st Place END JULY STANDARD CONTEST Sponsor: Brian Strand

Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017

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Lost, Found, and Now Just Missing

Going through some old things that just had to go, I came upon something that nearly got tossed. Memories came to me from long ago. . . . I thrilled that my treasure was no longer lost. Toys come and toys go. In the 60’s, one fad was to own an odd doll not seen much today. This doll had long hair and was scantily clad but wasn’t a Barbie with which I would play! Its body was squat and it had a pug nose. I probably loved it because it looked droll. Its hair could be orange, green, yellow or rose, but if you don’t know yet, that doll was a troll! How I wish I could dredge up some memory to know what was happening inside my head as a pre-teen with friends and what it might be that we did with those dolls and what fun things we said! The trolls that I owned must have been at least four - both sexes so they'd make a small family - their hair different hues, each a doll to adore. But one day they no longer mattered to me. . . I can’t say where all of my playthings got stashed. When I left for college, they vanished from view. But knowing my mom, they must have got trashed. She doesn’t hang on much to things like I do. Now four decades later, I looked at my prize, bare naked and smudged but its hair still jet black. It stared up at me with its cute amber eyes. I couldn’t believe how I got that thing back! It somehow had ended up in my new state. Good luck for that troll, I throw few things away! That doll would be learning soon of its new fate and meet other troll dolls with whom it would stay. Just like Peter Pan, I refuse to grow old, and new trolls I’d bought with long bright spiky hair when troll dolls again in the 90's were sold! But I had to recall where I’d stored them….. oh, where??
(I found the dolls and added the old one to the new collection, but my daughter's family moved in with me a few months ago. My daughter is a clean freak like MY mom is (apparently it skips a generation or something), and my daughter took my troll dolls and put them out of sight somewhere so currently they are floating around who knows where! For Paula Swanson's "Yard Sale" Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Waiting for Her to Come Home

Everything around me is still
The soft lights ward off the cold
My worried heart is unsettled
Every minute makes me old

Time seems to drag on and on
Not sure I can take much more
I’m waiting for my angel
to walk in through that door

There is nothing to do but wait,
so I wonder about her day
but what’s taking her so long?
Did she somehow lose her way?

I think about my visit
My first time to see her place
In my glimpse into her life, 
a weariness I can trace

She flew away to this isle
to try out her angel wings,
and in following her dreams
she untied the home spun strings

“Our children are not our own.”
Oh, great Gibran*,  can’t you see?
My precious 18 year old,
Will always belong to me!

Oh yes, she may live elsewhere
Have a family of her own,
but she’s my little baby
and in my eyes she hasn't grown

I wait and wait and wait
Please, God, let her be alright!
I look out of the window
at the blackness of the night

I think of all those mothers
who wait for their children dear,
whose tired and aching arms
long to hold their loved ones near 

The wait for them is fruitless
Its end is a tragic woe,
for death holds back their loved ones
The "Wait of Pain" will not go

My heart shares in their sorrow
My soul weeps for their plight
For though my daughter is late
She’ll be coming home tonight!

For Waiting Contest by James Rogers
September 9, 2015
*Khalil Gibran was a Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer of the New York Pen League. There recent move, The Prophet, was about him. 

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Sweet Memory

When looking at you
I know that it’s true
You resemble no other
But your mother.

You walk with a swirl
And turn with a twirl
You resemble no other
But your mother.

Your hair is one flame
The colour the same
You resemble no other
But your mother.

Your eyes deep and wide
Green diamonds inside
You resemble no other
But your mother.

Enchanting your smile
It flows like the Nile
You resemble no other
But your mother.

A heart full of gold
So carefree and bold
You resemble no other
But your mother.

You hear and you care
Determined to share
You resemble no other
But your mother.

[But now she’s gone far
 Tiny twinkling star
In peace like a dove 
Departed with love.]

And you my sweet girl
You twirl and you swirl 
You resemble no other
But your mother.


Author: Paul Callus ~ March 2014
Contest: Poem For Mommy
Sponsor: Leonora Galina
Placing: 1st

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014

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Wild Orchid; Is She The One

filling the radio with words of availability lot lizards selling their souls to diesel driving “Joe-s” in and out of truck cabs under a weeping moon’s protection Jane, works the night, wondering if her daddy knows lipstick on and high heels strapped as the sun sets in May call sign; “Wild Orchid” …. “Anyone looking for a good time?” a traffic jam of radio chatter…… congested air waves the August sun rises on a night of sexual crime Orchid petals caressed with greased stained hands her pale white color quickly wilts to brown the young November night is holding her final bloom evidence of violent pruning becomes talk of the town a knock on the door……………….. a flower delivered Wild Orchid’s father is asked, “Is she the one?” he checks her stem, quickly recognizing his roots inevitably, the withering of his blossom has begun……

Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2010

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What Dad Taught Me

Blow on a dandelion and wish
God's parachutes, my dad would say
Then fold your hands, whisper a prayer
And watch them as they float away

You can say anything to God
So talk to Him like He's your friend
God answers all our prayers, sweet girl
Because His love will never end

God cares for us, and He is wise
He knows what's right and just and true
The Lord may say the time is right
And in His grace, say yes to you

But though you may not understand
Sweet child, believe the Lord knows best
So do not be surprised sometimes
If He says no to your request

So dear, give thanks for all His gifts
Both granted and to those denied
For you never really can go wrong
If you trust Him to be your guide

Copyright © Andrea Doherty | Year Posted 2015

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Sydney, My Angel

Whispered breaths, gentle breeze, blushing hearts of sanguine hue
Wings aflutter of gossamer lace, pure, gentle, delicate and true
Luminous lucence, crystalline glow, soft translucence and heavenly bloom
Beautiful glimmer in radiant sweetness, all the splendor that is you

Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015

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Charmaine's Little Sweetie

Charmaine's so proud of her darling little sweetie Her new avatar shows the reason why What an adorable little sweetheart it's obvious to see She's her momma's wee colourful butterfly She flits between flowers revealing life's secrets Discovering the new vistas before her Exploring, seeking knowledge, and all life's truths As each new discovery she unearths This dear li'l sweetheart is momma's pride and joy As proud as a momma could be A treasure that is greater than all the world's riches A blessed and enriching sweet dream Charmaine's is so proud of her darling little sweetie Her new avatar shows the reason why... © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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The Lord's Blessing

The Lord bestowed his blessing,
With a gift to bless the world.
Created in His image,
Came to you…a special girl.

Heaven has done its part,
As you continue yours.
She bears the face of an angel,
For all the world…to adore.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2010

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Pink Bundled


We’re welcoming our newest,
a little girl has come has come.
She’s sweeter than a melon
or a ripe and juicy plum

You’ll find her by her mommy’s side,
in pink from head to toe.
When she has rested just a bit 
she’ll be ready for her show.

She has a lot of long black hair.
This is a great surprise.
The wisdom of the ages
is showing in her eyes.

The world must seem so strange to her.
She’s handling it with aplomb.
She’s stolen all our hearts away,
a beauty like her mom. 

She is less than one day old,
and as I meet her gaze,
I wonder what it would be like
to have no yesterdays.

No sorrows and no sad regrets
and no what might have beens,
only her name upon the page
as her new life begins.

For Royal's "Pink Joy" contest

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

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I love you mama

Many reasons
Have led me to this
To leave this world
Of negative bliss

Boyfriends, who wants them
Parents who fight
To be in my shoes
I will no longer tonight

My diary is written
As to why I must leave
I have felt this for years
As I internally grieve

My i-pod is charged
As I take my last walk
Goodbye grey clouds
I'll miss your thunder talk

I touch the walls
Of buildings I've been in
Leaving my trace
As I graze my skin

Through the park
Where my innocence was taken
By my boyfriend I thought
Left me distraught, forsaken

I reach my last door
Its just a gap in the fence
As I see where I'll lie
My desires immense

On the sleeper I sit
As I await my fate
Say hello to tomorrow
I'm sorry I can't wait

The light gets brighter
As it nears my life's drama
Tears stream from my eyes
I love you mama

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Flashback to Present

The continuous memories scattered inside my mind
All the laughter and loving scenes are left behind
Leaving a life of bad possibilities where I came from
Never getting a chance to show how I overcome

Although it was bad I left something more important
A mother’s smile a little brother and my childhood
The moments that made me hide and stay quiet
Never understood but always wished I could

I wished and watched my life past before my eyes
Hearing lonely nights of my father’s cries
All the women who watched and waited
For the chance their love’ll be overrated

The beating of your heart crashing your chest
Hope dad knows how much I tried 
All the women in and out and never get the best
He tried to hide the feeling with lies

Flashback to the present to resist
pain and a missed checklist
A little girl who was 4 and now 14
Looking at the past to see what it means and what she missed

I’m sorry for not helping when I could
you say it’s not my fault but it should
The countless things that way tons and ounces
Becomes the burned wall that my life announces

My life in the present is a closed book of rejection and regret
I Work harder in the present than in the past, 
without a chance to wipe off the sweat,
Without a chance to make the good memories last

All I’m told is to let it go and let the past be the past
But how am I supposed to forget so soon and so fast?
As much as I try I continue to flashback to those moments
Knowing that even if I do forget, my life won’t have enjoyment

I continue to flashback and come back to the present
There will be no change without consent

Copyright © Alquiasha Brown | Year Posted 2016

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The Mirrors Spoke

The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide

This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place

In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed

In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists

Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Ava's Hugs

The first my starlit darling girl knew dawn,
A sleepy heart awoke in peaceful sun,
So pure was love escaped sweet-newborn fawn,
My own rejoiced renewal brought by one.

The first an angel spread resplendent wings,
And traveled forth her purpose bright ‘n true,
I sang a song that’s heard when robin sings,
While noontime skies made glow my child of two.

The first bright burst from trumpets sounded clear,
Rehearsed chaotic joy becoming free,
With pride I beamed in evening’s pastel air,
For daughter’s self-awareness learned at three. 

When four my shadow looked ‘twards me and said,
As twilight danced unseen through pain in store;
“Will you still love me, daddy, when you’re dead?”
I held her tight and said “I’ll love you more.”

The first I had withheld my Ava’s hugs,
When marriage found steep cliffs then took a dive,
I thought of times I’d met now-lacked with shrugs,
Before I knew I’d see her not at five.

Submitted for:  Iambic Pentameter Contest

Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016

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Who They Are

His innocence lies in the very unknowing
Of what is the truth as he just keeps on growing
He questions the birds in the sky up above
He warms us with laughter and endows us with love
Every question from him is so serious, yet
I have to laugh, from the look that he gets
He’s often a handful, but with a heart that’s so wide
As he often states feelings that he just cannot hide

She is his sister; she’s a bit stronger and taller
Which makes him seem younger, just so much smaller
There in her heart, she, too, has her ways
Of giving us sunshine on the darkest of days
She’s dramatic and active, an athlete to boot
She’s the younger of my girls, who’s so very cute
She’s willful, demanding, but yet can be coy
She’s a blessing from above, an angel of joy

There, even older, another girl blessed us so
It’s been fun watching her age, fun watching her grow
She’s not yet an adult, but seems to just know it all
I hope in her assumptions, she never suffers a fall.
However, she my daughter and a real beauty at that
Who often asks us parents if her clothes make her fat
I guess it’s her age, but that’s the norm for these girls
I’ll love her like my baby girl, as she outgrows her curls

Then there’s the man, my oldest boy, he’s so wise
He grew up so fast, right before our very eyes
He’s sensitive and caring, so smart, gives respect
He’ll be quite the man, very successful I just bet
Though, he too, is a teen and subject to the pressure
He still does so much to which others don’t measure
He rounds off the family, he, my oldest boy
As all of them, together, bring just so much joy

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008

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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
this flower bed,
is just for you.

Among the stone,
and in the mud,
a flower shone,
a beautiful bud.

It grew so tall,
proud and strong,
it learned all,
right and wrong.

Giving it water,
and warm sun,
your only daughter,
learned about fun.

Mommy come see,
look what I did,
now I can be,
a grownup kid.

This flower bed,
is just for you,
with roses, red,
and violets, blue.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Reflections of You

Today I dedicate a verse to you

For you are the one to fill me with hue

Whether red, green or purple

By your side I keep laughing in ample!

I find none more caring than you

Seeing me through and through

All the times when I cried

Pretending not to notice each time I lied

For a mother, I would not wish for another

Even if I did, I could not get any better

Hey I do dream to hold your hand

And I do dream to cherish you for times on end

A verse so bejeweled

Spelling harder than those life spelled

For without you, I would swim in the blue

Devoid of any joys, oh a truth so true!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2013

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Welcome To My Home

Welcome To My Home

I've been blinded by your sentiment, and awoken by your sweet cologne, like our sweet morning regiment, we don't live in a house, but a home. I see my pugs silly smushy face, as soon as I open my exhausted eyes, all night he sleeps in the same place, on my feet, but I'm not surprised. I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth, I open the door and there he is, my sweet golden retriever beast, So darn sweet, how can I resist? “Time to get up Ella and get dressed!”, It's Monday, you know how that goes, As I see her smile I know I am blessed, Love her from her head to her tiny toes. Pancakes and orange juice for breakfast, packing a lunch for my sweet Ella Rose, These special moments can't be purchased, Oh, how her beautiful brown hair flows. Back from school and it's Laura time, I kick back, relax, and do a little writing, I'm lucky to have a chance to unwind, My over sized lounge chair, typewriting. Laundry piled up I suppose I throw in a load, mmmmmmm..my favorite fabric softener, Hot water is off my washer is cold, But I think it makes the clothes softer. Eat lunch? Or my favorite apple strudel? I'll go with the unhealthy snack instead, Plus I just looked and I'm all out of noodles, and I have no more of my raspberry vinaigrette. Uh oh, I forgot to feed the turtle and bunny, my precious white fluffy piece of heaven, His name is Lucky and he is very funny, Pebbles the turtle just turned seven. I set my phone alarm to go off at four o'clock, I still can't decide what's my favorite ring tone, I go to the bus stop right around the block, It's cold, I would've brought a coat if I had known. “Hi sweetheart, how was your day at work? He's finally home, I've missed him so much. Next it's time to sit down and do homework, Dinner's ready, we are all starving, I figured as such. Look inside our windows you will see it yourself, With our little family of seven we're never alone, We may not have a lot of monetary wealth, But we've learned to turn a house into a home. Written By: Laura Loo Date Written: January 29, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Her Worth

There is nothing on earth like a mother.
No one compares to her worth.
None have done more for mankind,
Than mothers, who loved us from birth.

Who matches her steadfast devotion?
When all others flee, who remains?
Who picks up our lives and attends us?
Who rocked all our worries away?

No physician has healed more hurts
Or given more comfort or care;
Has tended to body and spirit,
Than mother, whose touch was there.

No judge has calmed more conflicts
Or settled more cases on earth,
Than mother who daily stood with us,
Always defending our worth.

No preacher has whispered more prayers
Or poured out more tears to the Lord,
Than mothers, before we were born:
Began lifting us up evermore.

No role that I know can eclipse this;
Save Jesus my Lord who before her,
Gave Himself, full surrender like mothers
Oh the crowns upon these He’ll confer! 

Thank God for the worth of a mother,
Unsung heroes who “make” our world.
All of heaven knows what many miss:
There is nothing on earth like a mother.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2016

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How often, I remember when

Mom's voice calmed from all my fears	
As nightfall traced our shadow-dance;
Childhood tricks glowing in our eyes
While fairy tales spoke of romance.

Fine the hands swerving along winds,
Rock-a-bye tunes lulled mellow nights
Tender age spilling revelries,
On my lap, tinsels wrapped moonlights.

Where laughter whirled, catching the dew
Till evening swept like blue rainfall;
And we rolled on to touch the clouds,
Then lulled away with my old doll.

Till somewhere, I remember when

Growing older as an adult 
Dear Mom I love, you're now a shrine;
In hush of dusk, you pour gold light
Right through my bosom...we entwine.

Screwed XIV Contest of Rob Carmack
Resubmitted 6/12/2016
Quatrain in x a x a  rhyme

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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A Fathers Perspective

I was scared oh so scared
Seeing my baby that way
Her tiny little body
Was all purple and grey

My heart feared the worst
I thought she was gone
Down a dark corridor 
My mind had been drawn

My heart became joyful
When the doctor touched her feet
A crying pink angel
This proud papa would meet

I waited to hold her
A truly special day
The cutest thing ever
What else can I say

Moments become years
Special memories are made
Ones that are important
In my heart I've replayed

Like watching musicals
Nick naming her, Gal Sal
My Christina would giggle
Her daddy's little pal

Her happy disposition
Would always make me smile
I treasured each moment
Saved them in a mental file

Like learning to ride a bike
Needing to do it alone
I loved the look of triumph
When she did it on her own

My little daughter growing
Still daddy's little girl
Her my special angel
A treasure and a pearl

My spirits had been low
She went with me on a walk
I felt so much better
Christina let me talk

She had become a woman
Sensitive, wise and kind
Within her heart a treasure
My answer I would find

Cruising down a river
In China mile by mile
Wishing for forever
Yet it passed in just a while

Still I can remember
I really saw her that day
Travelling on her own path
She had found her special way

Now today on her Wedding
I could not be more proud
There's special in her quiet
She is strong although not loud

I entrust her to Michael
My most precious gift
On the strong wings of prayer
Together may God lift

I wrote this poem using My wife Mary's, brother inlaw's memories.
Today July 26th, 2014 is his daughter's wedding day. May God bless 
Christina and Mike's union. 

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Never, Always, Sometimes

		Speaker 1:  ten-year-old girl

		Speaker 2:  her mother

		1:  Why do you always say I'm wrong?
		     You never think I'm right!
		     When I want things to be my way,
		     you always start a fight.

		2:  Not true! Sometimes I do say "Yes,"
		     and when I don't agree,
		     it's not because I love a fight.
		     How silly that would be!
		     I'm thirty years your senior, child.
		     I've learned a thing or two
		     about the dangers in the world.
		     I'm looking out for you.

		     I see you roll your eyes and smirk.
		     I pray I'll never be
		     as clueless as you think I am.
		     The truth, someday you'll see.

		1:  You're never fair. You're smothering
		     me all the time, you know?
		     You always hover way too close.
		     I've nicknamed you "Velcro"!

		     I could make some  decisions on
 		     my own. I'm not  a child!
		     You never trust my judgment. Are
		     scared I'll act too wild?

		     While you and Daddy are at work,
		     why can't I stay alone?
		     Why can't I watch ALL shows you watch?
		     Why do you take my phone?

		2:  You're not mature enough to be
		     alone day after day.
		     We've had this talk before, and--
		     Yes, I'm going to have my way!

		     TV programs  have ratings for   
		     your benefit, and then                 
		     there's MY opinion. I'll decide       
		     what you can watch. You're ten!

		     Sometimes the world exposes you
		     to shocking words and scenes.
		     Some parents seem to think their kids
		     your age are seventeen!
		     It's my responsibility 
		     to keep you safe and pure
		     while you're a CHILD. I'll do my best--
		     though you may fuss--for sure!

		     I sometimes take your phone, when you
		     boss me. You often claim
		     the  right to tell me what to do,		
		     but "Mom" is NOT your  name.

		    "Always" and "never" take the truth
		     from much of what you say.
		     Exaggerating with these words
		     won't help you get  your way.

		     I'll use those words correctly now:
		     I'll NEVER fail to care
		     and love you, and I'll ALWAYS try
		     to help you and be fair.

entered in Frank Herrera's Conversation Poetry Contest on August 30, 2016


Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

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This is just a note to say,
I thought of you today.
I could see you in my mind,
When as a child you played.

I remember all the years,
Both the laughter and the tears;
The bandaged knees, the scary dreams,
I'd try to calm your fears;

And then of course there were the years,
That we were less than friends.
I loved you still but oft I thought,
Those years would never end.

You thought I was your enemy.
It tore apart my heart.
You couldn't see how much I cared.
It pierced me like a dart.

We fought because I cared for you,
And I was in the way.
We saw things differently, we two,
Not like it is today.

Now I think you understand,
You've children of your own.
You strive to give them all you can,
Provide for them a home.

It isn't always easy,
But you don't mind at all,
Because these are your babies,
And it's worth it all in all,

To know that they have all they need,
And that they're well and hearty;
For this is what a mother does,
It's not just one big party.

You're doing fine my darling girl,
But know that I'm still here.
Just as you're their mom for life,
I am yours my dear.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016