Best Familybaby Poems
You can feel the love overwhelm the air,
there's magic floating everywhere,
people stand watching with wide eyes,
the newborn baby as it cries.
A beautiful and perfect baby child,
everything that's happened has been so wild,
but waiting for this baby's birth,
makes the long nine months of so much worth.
A little bundle with eyes so bright,
for the very first time these eyes see light,
with clean pink skin, small hands and feet,
they wrap the blanket so tight and neat.
Family and friends all come to be,
with the baby they waited so long to see,
with smiles and laughs from everyone,
for this newborn baby that makes life more fun!
We were not children of privilege,
But truly didn't know it.
If our mama had a favorite,
She surely didn't show it.
Lewis was the eldest of seven
And took his position seriously.
Lloyd was playful and Charlie a joker
Who could make us laugh hysterically.
Glenn the fourth son, a peaceful lad,
Was very big and strong.
He was the baby for four years,
Before I came along.
I was the long wanted daughter
And youngest until nearly three,
When my sister Gladys was added,
The perfect playmate for me.
Seven years later Our Baby Joe,
Was born in the fall.
We welcomed him and he became
The beloved pet of all.
Our mother and daddy were loving
And never lost control.
We each had our own special place
And played a definite role.
I loved my brothers and sister
And I simply don't recall
An instance of sibling rivalry.
I think there was none at all.
My parents deserve the credit
For raising a happy brood,
Who loved and cared for each other
As brothers and sisters should.
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A Mother’s Joy
A mother’s joy is to see her self living on in her daughter
Strong, beautiful and alive
Taking life, ahead on with no regrets
Knowing that the world is her without limitations
That’s been implanted in her for many years
Yes my baby girl life is hard
But we get what we want no matter how many times we may fall
We always have to learn the hard way, but we do learn
A mother’s joy is seeing her baby girl raising her own babies
I’ve must of done something right to have you by my side!
That smile you get upon your face
Lets me know that you are happy and doing alright
I may not always be the most importation person in your life
But you are to mine!
A mother’s love is being able to let go
You told me that it’s a mother’s job is to always be there when their children are in trouble
No my baby girl
It’s not our job, it’s ours love that keeps us there
A mother’s joy is to see another day, another year, and another grandchild grow and
become another branch from our tree
These are the things a mother keeps locked up in her hearts
In a little box called a mother’s joy!
Ah, the bloom was on the Rose
yet, the taint of alcohol and drugs
looms nightmare like behind her baby pink cheeks.
Porcelain skin tones, raspberry rogue
nails to scratch and lift bits of dirty lucre.
She was clawing her way up,
and hopefully out, he hits her, “****,” he screams at her.
a sometime replacement sat beside him.
His Chicano inner-city drawl hurt her ears
and the fake diamonds studding them.
The new girl beside him
giggles…
She’s due at work by nine,
grabbing a smooth wrap-top and a mock
grey skirt, she rushes from the room to the bank.
She can still see his long fingers playing in other girls cleavage.
Rose, well, Rose pays the rent. She strikes a teller’s pose
behind the formica countertop...
Long days, counting other peoples money
kindness, and sweetness sucked from her
like a ripe plum on a summers day.
She needs work, more work.
I asked her to help in the garden.
Long blonde, buxom, bending over weeds,
only six months to go to graduation
an associate degree…
Rose chuckles, “Look who I’ve been associatin’ with?”
I eye the twenty-five thou lottery ticket in my jean pocket.
“You want to move here Rose?”
“What would they do without me?”
I sigh, thinking of her alcoholic mother
off bingeing and her “boy fiend”.
The lottery windfall went for Rose’s college tuition.
The bloom is off the Rose now,
two hundred plus pounds later
strung out beside her Mom on a ratty couch,
she eyes the Diploma in it’s cheap black frame,
and rocks her baby girl
some things, never change….
*Names have been changed, and the amount given, but part
of the ending has truely come to pass already [sigh].
The rest is all true.
Just a month ago I had a new baby brother. I play
with him a lot, but I'm really concerned about my
mother.
She really gets upset when she can't calm baby
from his cries. She tells me she's okay, but I
see sorrow in her eyes.
I'm really young so I don't know...this is my confession.
So I ask daddy what's wrong with mom, "Postpartum
depression."
Not knowing what that means, I say, "Okay," and go
my way. I go to my room and with my toys I begin
to play.
Daddy comes in and hugs me hard, I shout out, "Dad,
that hurt!" "Sorry, just wanted to show that I love you
before I'm off to work."
Later in the day, here I am playing in my room. I
hear the baby crying, but suddenly silenced by a
boom.
I hear my mom crying, she then lets out a wicked
roar. The baby has died, he was thrown violently
to the floor.
I'm weeping and wailing, "Why mom?! What did you do
that for?!" She's going off, she's screaming, "I can't
take this anymore!"
She then starts for me, but I run and hide under the
bed. I'm thinking, "She killed my brother and now...
now she wants me dead."
"For the nine months I carried you," She screams "I
thought you were the end of my sorrow. Now I regret
having you. You will not live to see another tomorrow!"
Suddenly I'm grabbed by the legs. She pulls me from
under my bed. She then grabs a pillow and proceeds
to put it over my head.
I'm screaming. I'm crying, "Mom, please let me go!" I
hear her faint voice shouting, "No, for you to have to
go!"
I'm losing my breath. My cries turn to silent sighs. Now
I know how it feels when one is about to die.
My body goes limp. I can no longer fight, there's nothing
left. "What did I do to deserve this?" I have just taken
my last breath.
This was a fictional story, but in the real world this
could be true. Mom, if you ever think of hurting your
baby, then listen, I'm talking to you.
This mother murdered her children, then proceeded to take
her own life. Leaving a grieving husband alone, crying
night after night.
This may be harsh of a poem, but to you, let this be a
lesson. Go and seek help if you are suffering from
postpartum depression.
for my mother
In a photo jaundiced with age, you kneel
on a sidewalk somewhere in time and space,
when I was in the time and space
in the place before we're born. Daddy's girl,
doomed daughter, your distant look,
chin in hand, a shawl around your shoulders
against morning chill. It's your girlfriend, not you,
coaxing baby steps beside his child's chair
from your small son, all eyes on him,
and not on you, Beauty. Is this the happenstance
you thought would follow heady romance
with the dandy beside you--before me, before
your first-born's unsteady steps? A younger you
in summer dress, newly married, parasol high
against a Georgia sun, "pretty feet" primly placed
the way it's taught at finishing school,
your husband's eyes on you, and no one else
in the whole world would do?
Top of the World, Girl! before the word bi-
polar could be spoken in broad daylight,
and applied to you. Your dapper father, tie-d
and suit-ed, as an all-important man should,
a gray fedora'd Little Caesar, Edward G,
your triggerman who called all the shots.
You steadied yourself on him, holding on,
holding on. Was it cold that day on a Georgia side-
walk, four of you watching Baby walk? If
you had only known so soon to step
out of history, all of you, leaving the tintype,
the ghost who held the camera,
all of you, Ghosts.
run baby run because your demons are coming for you, run baby run the time to pay your
sin`s have come, so be ready for what is coming because they going to make your life a
living hell, you choose to be a sinner so get ready because they wont forgive your crimes
be ready because they will take it all so you better start saying bye bye baby, oh i
almost forget hope you like hot weather because where your going you going to burn baby
burn and don't even think about praying because there's no one up there for you so make
your last sin baby because they are very close they will hunt you, cant hide, cant run so
be ready baby because your going to be part of this family ja ja ja ja ja !!!!!!!!
Though I wanted you to stay a tiny baby,
and keep you in my arms so tight,
I know you are going to grow
But always remember
through the years
I still love you so.
The years have rushed by
and all I can do is sigh.
I have to realize
your a baby no more.
And I ask the Lord up above
to keep you in his thoughts
and keep you safe from harm.
I am always with you
even if we are miles apart.
You were once my baby angel,
but now I have to let you grow.
I cry when I see you
Because I see how far you have come,
Your a beautiful young woman now
and you have made me very proud.