Best Parent Poems
My Parent
The rules said “one parent not two”
Good for me as I only had you
No selection; no one to choose
Who is this parent; just follow the clues
Next rule; write something “profound”
Something good or something that makes you frown
This one was easy
Considering all you ever said was greasy
“You stupid _____”
This one was rich
“Go get the belt”
Not satisfied till there was a welt
The pain is still felt
How about “you swine”
Became a preference in time
Not “go to bed”
Followed by a blow to the head
So hard could have become brain dead
Your scars are still here
Your pain I still wear
Your mistakes I still bare
Your voice I still hear
Your secrets I now declare
Your presence I no longer fear
Your wrong doings I am aware
Your hate is replaced with tender loving care
Did you follow the clues
Who's this in reference to
Someone you want to be related to
Perhaps it’s someone you already do
This is my parent… I wish it were untrue!
Lay
**For "My Parent" contest sponsored by Francine Roberts.
* Honorable Mention
Being a parent
You tried to be the best parent you were able.
Given the tools that life’s experience thought.
You attempted, on many occasion, to raise the bar.
Eighteen years, nine as two parents, ten as a Mr. Mom.
Then !!!, to endure the loss, the empty nest syndrome.
Both Daughters spread their wings, left the family home.
Nagging thoughts prevailed, three abortions, two Daughters
after eight years of extremely active, unprotected passion.
A movie, Chaos Theory, and the actions of two Daughters,
after some twenty and twelve years, opened the flood gates
to all these years of doubts, as infidelity was the modus operandi
on the roads, looking for love, beyond, in all the wrong places.
One has to question the actions of your two Daughters.
Is there an awareness of my doubts ??? or do they know ???
For all their years, they are !!!, even if they are not ???
The love, the journeys, the adventures, the good, the bad,
all have created the moments, the memories, the stories
of a Mr. Mom’s efforts to lift them above all that I and we,
their mother and me implanted in their mind, heart and soul.
Has this become answers to the questions ??? I do not know.
I only know, feel their silence, them I never see
As their Mr. Mom, is this what is left for me ???
B. J. “ A ” 2
January 29th 2018
When your children are born you have your dreams for them
but you never really know
what direction they will take…
where their life will go.
As they grow up those dreams you had…
you quietly erase them
as you allow the dreams they have…
to gradually replace them.
And your dream for them becomes more universal
you care less if they are wealthy…
you want them to be loving and generous
to be happy, kind and healthy.
I never dreamed our son would do what I did
never wanted him to be like me…
but I am proud of the life he’s chosen
and the person he came to be…
Case in point…he sent us a picture
only a day ago
of him atop an electric scooter
in San Antonio.
Now, I never dreamed he’d ride an electric scooter
never dreamed he’d be in that place…
but often I have dreamed
about that smile on his face…
Sure he's not living my initial dream…
how many children do?
but knowing he is living his…
has made my dream come true.
True stories are often the saddest, so go to another poem if you
are afraid of this one.
Seventy-five years ago a Mommy died leaving a boy of two
with her husband, a farmer.
The husband was a father, but no Daddy;
he plopped the motherless child in an orphanage.
But refused to relinquish his rights, even though several
families wanted to adopt the toddler.
The toddler grew up in the orphanage, and reached the
sad age of fourteen, one of the few to do this.
When he was fourteen, his father came by and picked him
up to go home which was his right.
He did not recognize his father who was harsh,
and as you can see, not a fair or nice man.
With a father like this is it any wonder the child
had difficulty at school and got into many a fight?
As soon as he was able, the toddler-orphanage-lost-fighter-child
joined the service and left the state.
The service was terrific for him, he knew how to share a room,
and live in a bunk bed, second classed.
The man who told me this story explained
that this lost child was his father, but he never spoke of this.
Not wanting his family to know what a horrible life he had as a child.
His children who adored him learned of it after he passed.
He was the kindest, most gentle father in the world,
my friend told me. He always hugged us.
He could not tell us that he loved us enough.
He said it so many times it embarrassed my mother,
But it pleased my older sister, and me, and of course,
my one and only brother, Big Maddy.
The man who told me this story had tears in his eyes
for that little boy, his own sweet neglected Daddy.
Cry Me a River
(To) wash away the blood and sweat
I've sheaden for thee
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
so that I may rest for a while
Kuz I've been bluer then any known sea
And felt lower than the oceans is deep
Shead such blood life felt it owed me
And gotten so dark death thought he owned me
So cry me a river
To wash the dirt from my feet
from starting these roads
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
So that I may rest for a while
So you say I've failed thee
I didn't catch every tear
Say I didn't take risks
Say I lived life in Fear
But Truth fears not, when faced with dispair
So your young false words does fall on deaf ears.
You cry me a river
And clear my mind off the past
That still haunt my nights
Baby Cry me a river as long as the Niel
Hope you throw me a raft
So that I may rest for a while
I do it for you
And I'll do it again
I'll do it forever
Says the parents to child.
The babies are so much fun,
So cuddly and warm,
So snuggly, and wonderful,
So ugly when first born.
The babies are so loved,
So cherished, so alive!
But the newborns, with their cat-cries,
Are so annoying when they cry.
Yes, I will babysit your baby.
And we can play and sing and laugh.
I will give her and him both bottles,
But if it is a newborn, I will pass.
I had the joy when I was younger
Of seeing my three baby daughters born,
The first in the summer of 1985
It made me go weak at the knees,
It was the most awesome thing that I had ever seen
The miracle of birth, is a precious event
And watching and helping them grow
Was the best experience I've ever had,
The most fun times and exasperating yes.
Then some years later in 2010
In a new life and love
I was expecting another daughter again
And that was magical too
But in the hours during labour she lost her fight
And without warning out went her light,
It tore us apart
And broke our hearts and every time I shut my eyes
I am back in the room and I am holding her in my arms,
So precious and beautiful only lacking one thing,
That thing called breath.
After a time, about a year, we tried again and now I have a son
And he is amazing in everyway, he makes me laugh
And drives me around the bend
But I know he's another miracle in the end.
And each day is different and challenging
But I would never give up on him for anything.
08/07/2018
There could be rats and snakes hiding in here.
Yes, I am talking about asps and cobras, big ones.
Hiding under the bed, no, not in my head, under my bed.
Okay, what about way back there, in the darkest corner?
Did you check out THAT corner? My voice is rising. I hear it crack.
Better take my flashlight and look hard this time. No, not in my head.
Under my bed.
Well, no the rat would not be. He is hiding in the closet.
A big gray monster with that hideously ugly pink rat tail.
He is probably under that pile of clothes. Not that pile, the other pile.
It might take you awhile to find him. He’s really sneaky.
Probably eating my new jacket.
Can you read me another story while you are here and can I have
two more cookies? What about a drink of water? I am thirsty.
And I have to go to the bathroom again. No, don’t leave, yet.
If you do, I am a goner. Please leave the flashlight, PLEASE!
We held hands for a while
There were no goodbyes
But I linger on thoughts
Of your twinkling eyes
Many a sky
And many a vista
Have been placed onto canvas
By the Earth's loving sister
Knitted jumpers
For kids who you never would meet
The twiddle-mitt queen
Your compassion complete
Trusting nature was always
Your truth and your way
Scotland's highlands the place..
Guess you'll be there today
So as sunset arrives
The most beautiful sky
Is a prelude to memories
Of the day that's flown by
There's a blindfold
To night that is rarely unveiled
Like a mystery cruise
On a ship that has sailed
As the sun dips behind
The still water of years
All the hugs and the smiles
Through the laughter and tears
Will linger in hearts
That are full as can be
For we'll miss you. Goodbye.
But we're glad you're now free.
We rise from the lowest places,
create homes in the most homely spaces.
Divide food in shortage cases,
but we ensure each person here
thrives and will make it.
Some call it dysfunction
but I call it home.
We give them all that we earn,
because they are our own.
Rumors surface; we're poor,
how can we provide?
If we had to give them our own meals
we'd do it to survive.
They will never starve,
never suffer,
never be un-loved.
We will be their safety net
if they fall,
a soft catching glove.
Always put them first.
That's the staple of our core,
keep their little heads fed
and happy,
and we ask for no more.
Who questions the great love of a Parent
(whose love is here and present to the end
for caring and for giving to attend
to every child's welfare and contentment)?
A parent's love is greater in extent
than infinite: it's a truth to commend,
a law (that one cannot break or transcend),—
a tenet of all life that's permanent.
A parent's the one who watches and prays
for their child's safety and health all day long
so that they may grow up and thrive always
and become wise and may know right from wrong.
A Parent's love's by far the supreme love,
a child's right that God set up from above.
Parent becomes child becomes as parent –
Apparent is elder one’s impairment.
Trying feelings and thoughts run concurrent
In this cycle of human life changes.
Emotional weight can out right drain us.
Navigating relationship strangeness,
Concentrating on being courageous,
Entails resolute faith to sustain us.
Parent
Child's shining star
Helping to fulfill dreams
Never ending love in your heart
Parent
My child here is my life in rare form
Mistakes you make so have I...once
Family history
Is mostly a mystery
To those researching their genes
Your DNA tree
Does not seem to be
Worth more than an hill of beans
Women toiled in the clover
With Neil Down and Ben Dover
And though it could be a bother
Despite every fear
DNA makes it clear
Someone had it in for your father!