Daughter Advice Poems | Examples
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The grandmother speaks to her granddaughter:
When I was a girl the best advice from a loving parent concerning,
A suitable mate for their daughter,
Was 'find someone your own age',
Don't fall for someone twenty years your senior,
Now, well, if he is in good health, young at heart with a good sense of humor,
I say don't write him off,
When there are so many young ones who will never reach fifty.
And then there are the other ones who are just plain full of it,
With their only interest in life being, themselves.,
And the attitude that the world owes them a living because they are entitled.
If you love him bring him to your granny,
I have plenty of wood that needs chopping,
And fences to mend,
There is a dance on Saturday too,
And if he can make your Granny laugh,
He just might be good enough for you.
I
If you defended your purity and your Christian womanhood as you quickly defend your grown children, you would be used mightily by our Trinity (our Triune Godhead: Father Son Spirit)
II
A daughter in her twenties had a court interdict (protection order) against her for going to mom's boyfriend's home & compelling mom to come home. At the same time that daughter & boyfriend made out at their home almost daily when mom came from work. Mom would not allow any to criticize Emilio's affair with her daughter anyway!
III
The son, over 18, was threatened at gunpoint by a local dad not to "jol with my daughter." Mom went after that man, Alister.
It is probably time to mention
When a young lad wants you to kiss
And just what is your intention
Before we get too far into this.
written July 12, 2021
Fatherly advice you would bestow
Ambiguous though it would be at times
Tactful ways you would employ
Heart-to-heart we’d have discussions
Emotional sometimes they’d be
Rational mostly, the fruit of humble simplicity
Seeds of wisdom scattered to the winds
Daddy's little girl, still after all these years
Appreciating my role model throughout life’s lessons
Youth forever in my heart ~ Happy Father’s Day!
Submitted on May 12, 2021 for contest A TRIBUTE TO FATHERS sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS
AP: 1st place 2021, 3rd place 2021
Mom's advice in poem
Quarters add up fast
Dollars even more
Always have a little stash
hidden in a drawer.
You'll never be in need
Or have to do without
If you remember the added deed
To hide your change about.
by ; Cynthia Monterio
My dad was a professional salesman.
People along his route would leave their orders out
if they were not home.
They knew all about us, and he knew more about them.
He knew their dog's names.
He knew what they would probably be eating for lunch.
He knew their kids, and their kids' hobbies.
They all yelled "Hi, Dick!" when they saw him.
They surrounded him like giant puppies.
Some crawled into his laps.
He always said "You never sell anything.
You endear yourself to people until they want to buy
everything you are selling and you have to practically
push them away,"
He was extremely successful as a salesman and a Daddy.
To wait alone for what's to be,
Appears so very smart to me.
Why settle for what's wrong
When the road to travel is so long;
Don't hold your breath or sigh out loud
And thus allow your spirit to be bowed.
You have so much ahead of you
That is hopeful, pure and true.
To find that soul that meets your match
Is well worth the wait for life's great catch;
So keep that smile and hold your joy,
For what will surely be that truly special boy.
You are the Moon’s emissary:
In mood and shades of dark and light,
you share your purpose with your will
equally, mixed in the same bowl
and pour that bright power bestowed
or denied, it seems, according
to both season and circumstance.
You are the Moon’s emissary:
In ebb and flow of human tide,
within a chord of disquietude
you bring the rebalancing word,
stemming here a flood, there dispute,
all in the cause of harmony, unless
declared as love declares itself.
You are the Moon’s emissary:
you serve the altering grey sea,
hearing its whisper day by night,
knowing meanings of silences
and seeing the clean horizon
at dawn you look where man must be,
watching sails shrink to memory.
You are the Moon’s emissary:
Recognise in her circling dance
time tracked as sands of silver ran
and know her care is a command
extended from the distant stars:
To live and love yourself always
as you are, others as you can.
play your part
win the heart
DAUGHTER'S WEDDING ADVICE
An old woman once spoke to her young daughter
who was soon to be a bride.
The icing is not the body, but the spirit.
The body is the cake that the spirit covers.
This combination cannot be given away without meaning,
not even if the intent is honorable,
nor should it be eaten before it is time.
The cake is considered of more importance than the icing,
but the icing contains its flavor and richness,
increasing the value of the cake a hundredfold,
thereby determining its worth.
A poor icing not only ruins the beauty of a cake;
it robs it of its sweetness of spirit.
Remember, my child, the lasting ingredient
that permeates the whole body is the soul.
With that last word, the old woman left her daughter
to be alone with her thoughts.
Janet Marie Bingham
From father to father, here's some friendly advice
Offer love and support, be wise and concise
Responses are remembered and magnified in young eyes
Think before you speak is most highly advised
Yesterday is gone, and be willing to compromise
by Daniel Turner
When does forever become an option?
Only when one can still find
Inspiration for living
Despite the stale smell of saliva
From the person across the bed.
Consider it better
To regret walking away
Than having stayed with much regret.
So should today the fading footsteps
With the banging door
—the sounds of an almost wedding—
Be a reason for sleepless tear-fests,
Tomorrow it can be a cause for appreciation
Or gratitude for thinking twice.
For it matters not how the heart aches now
For affection
Or lust;
In the end what matters is how
The small talk before bedtime
—regardless of redundancy—
Will always be interesting
Time after time after time.
It snowed the day my mother taught me to engrave
She held a waxy green leaf between her mittened fingers
And mapped each yellow vein with her eager eyes
All filled up to the lashes with yellow
Scraping away the green, catching it under her fingernails
She found my name like some ancient code in its shallow skin
White winter sun tentatively fingered the letters
And the wind took them elsewhere
Towards the great grey clouds above
Meanwhile our feet lay planted to the ankles
In something cold and heavy.
A mother’s advice
One mother’s advice
To her daughter on her marriage,
“It is easy to keep a man,
Be a maid in the living room,
A cook in the kitchen
And a whore in the bedroom”.
Quick came the reply from the daughter,
She would hire the other two
And take care of the bedroom bit.
Another mother’s advice,
To her daughter on her marriage,
“Be a good maid in your work
Be mother like while in the kitchen,
Be a secretary to your husband in his work,
And a celestial nymph in the bedroom”.
The daughter added to it,
“She will be all-in-one”
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Sixth Place win in:
Contest: Anything Goes by P.D.,
When I was young, an urban lass, and not gregarious,
I’d never dream of speaking to a stranger on a bus.
I’d sit, demure, my eyes downcast, and hope quite desperately
That none of those weird passengers would try accosting me.
But, now I’m “fair and forty” (ish!) I’m bolder, and what’s more,
I’ve lived so long in Somerset I’d clean forgot mum’s law …
Until I went to London town to see my student daughter;
She lectured me for doing what I really didn’t oughta!
“You shouldn’t, mum! It isn’t safe!” she cried, in some alarm.
“Some folk round here are really strange. you might have come to harm!”
I’m sorry I upset her, but I carried on regardless.
I found most folks in London are quite friendly … even harmless.
Oh! I do love London Transport, and its camaraderie!
I had such fun, and lots of laughs and all completely free (!)
But now I’m home, I realise …
That weirdo, then,
Was me!!