Best Parenthood Poems
The day you were born was my euphoric high
When everything changed hearing your first cry
As hearts synchronized in embrace with a sigh
And every breathe of your being became my joy.
Eating and sleeping occupied your early days
New things I learned with each sound you made
Your jittery moves said you wanted to be held
Your cooing grew louder each time we played.
When you began walking you waddled on toes
Your first word uttered was music to my ears
When you played soccer your goal was my score
Every time you raised the bar, I shed happy tears.
When you first learned to bike, I glided in pride
When we first argued, I knew you were growing
As you became an adult, I lingered alongside
When I heard logic, I knew you were thinking.
Every year in college your success became mine
With every misstep that hurt, I lost my footing
Your graduation day was my time in sunshine
No matter the anguish, I never stopped rooting.
When I saw you venture out with a brilliant start
I know you looked back with love and gratitude
While I must stay back and let you chart you path
I will be cheering when you reach your altitude.
October 15, 2017
Placed 2nd: Parenthood
Sponsor: Silent One
Nine months I carried and waited
for you to come into the world
so I could hold you in my arms.
I knew you were in my womb when
my moods changed and certain smells made
me nauseated sending me
straight to the bathroom vomiting.
Flavor for food had also changed
craving strange foods and lots of ice.
You would stretch, punch, kick, flip, and turn
when you were old enough to move,
even hiccupped once in awhile,
your way of letting me know you
were healthy growing in my womb.
The day arrived; you decided
to make your heartfelt appearance.
The contractions started while I
sat in the bathtub relaxing.
The pain subsided for just a
little while; five minutes later
I knew I was in true labor.
Your dad rushed us into the car
and drove straight to the hospital.
I was told it wasn't time, but you
decided to proof the nurse wrong.
Those memories long forgotten,
the second I laid eyes on you
at that moment all I desired
was to stare with awe as you slept.
I was intoxicated with
your blissful scent, the feel of your
soft skin, the wrinkled tiny feet
and tiny hands, and charming smile.
Eternal sunshine that was mind
is still my whole joy in my life.
Don't you ever forget you will
always be the love of my heart.
10/14/2017
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.
My children know exactly how to hurt me
They do it whenever it’s convenient
for them
My challenge is to love them, anyway,
wholeheartedly
And to boast to the world about
the wonderful kids with whom
the good Lord has blessed me
Dots of light dotted the dome
Displaying dismal disks
Halfhearted innuendos of harmony
Repetitive, unremarkable recordings
Minimally interesting, middle class, mediocre
Small wonder he thought, smirking, smarting
Discipline dismissed, discarded
Replaced with fun, funk and fad
Foolishness fueled Fukem, he fumed
No more, no more, no more
The military, military school, immediately!
Planned Parenthood’s Diabolical Money Maker!!!
The most heinous crime that has been demonically inspired
surely came from Hell below;
tearing an unborn helpless baby from inside his mother’s womb
and just when you think this country couldn’t sink – no! Not that low!!!
The pain these babies must go through
having their tiny arms and legs torn off,
then having their precious little heads crushed and their
tiny organs, sold to the highest bidder on the auction block!
America!!! America!!! What has happened to you that
you let and pay that these abominable crimes could go on;
if we are not safe within our mother’s wombs
neither are we safe in a grocery store line!
Our God is not blind to these events as the people doing
these dastardly acts may think,
no, one day they will stand before Him saying, “I didn’t know it was wrong”,
“why their organs went to research”, and all the while the “unwashable” blood
was still on their hands!
Did you know PP employees and Doctors, did you know that your heart
and your conscience have totally been seared possibly for the entirety of your life?
Would you not flinch or care if someone took hold of your children for research
or possibly your husband or even your wife?
Oh, it is not for the money you would say, no it is
for the good of all mankind,
why your children have lived long enough and you’ve had a
lengthy marriage, so now, it is time for the good of research that you be sacrificed!
Planned Parenthood, you have taken this country down to Hell with you
more than likely, there is no coming back now,
for the blood of millions of babies is crying out to our God, crying and crying and crying!!! Open your hearts and ears and you might will be able to hear that sad sound!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
July 28, 2015
When I was a kid, I know, long ago,
We scrumped apples from neighbours orchards,
Climbed trees, scared bees, skinned our knees,
And once, quite daft, built a raft on the river exe,
Which upended before I knew about vanishing stability,
Or indeed, even my own ability, to do important stuff, like swim,
And my parents felt in charge, unaware of that near insanity,
Life was adventurous, often dangerous, pleasant calamity.
After all, boys will be boys!
Now today, I hear folk rein their children in,
Its considered a sin to even think of doing wrong,
Like pre-pubescent fun fair balloons,
Modern minor loons are floated on virtual strings,
That report everything, each step, each minor misdirect,
Social media monitored, mobile device ahead of vices,
No chances to learn how to exist around even minor risk,
As parenthood clashes charged glasses, after classes,
Why boys cannot be boys.
We learnt to stand firm in a boxing ring, ears ringing,
Whilst on the rugby field we were stamped into shape,
Little gingerbread dough boys, crusted up into teenage loaves,
That may not have been to everyones politically correct taste,
But no matter the blame, we learned to stand, just the same,
And despite accusations today we were neglected,
I grew up in a World where our parents were respected,
For we leant quickly the need to hear them often say,
But officer, boys will be boys.
@Andrew Carnegie, Wiltshire, January 2017.
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A child is like a memory that promises to be
An intriguing little echo of our brief mortality
A fuzzy new reflection of what has been before
That captures all the essence of our lives, yet … so much more
For each will add a suffix to the mantle of descent
A familiar revelation of a personal ascent
‘Til soon they too encounter their own human frailty
And aspire to hold their mirror that reflects eternity
Parenthood
Physical attraction leading to a one night stand
After not using protection missing that first period
Raging that he lied and told you he couldn’t have kids
Engaging in a “relationship” that just weeks ago didn’t exist
Never thinking that being a mom is something you could do alone
Then he got the heck outta dodge and left you to do it on your own
Having no clue how to be a mom or what to do
Oddly you overcame those odds and birthed not one baby but two
Only one month after your first kid was born you took Dad back
Deciding that he deserved a chance too, its been 8 years he never left or turned back
As a child I grew up with a single parent which was my mother.
Life without the role of a father was tough in all aspects expecially the financial part.
My mum, taking both the responsibility of both parents made me realize everything in life is possible,
My mum my role model, sweet, courageous, loving, kind and strict gave both I and my brothers shelter, food, clothings and best of a her full-
support.
Life at the stage of parenthood will test you in all aspect of difficulty.
But the rewarding part of all is to see your children grow up, and the joy of passing this stage of life together and strong.
the stubborn grimace
just another teen age phase~
I stumble along...
I took a stroll, past the buffet, past the spray tans
and into a market of convenience.
They always have what i need.
Planned Parenthood never does.
PARENTHOOD
Most precious gracious glorious
status glistens, glitters on parenthood.
Child is the blessing, greatest righteous
to parents: poor, wealthy, bad or good.
Music of life in sweetest interlude.
Little angel appears with innocence.
Helpless existence on full dependence.
Peerless pleasure to raise up own offspring
Parents wish to give child all in abundance,
except curse, they try to bring everything.
09/04/16
SPRINGTIME STANDARD CONTEST by Brian Strand
Two taps in an oval, ceramic mold
(time pause of my playful, jittery tot)
were set to dry and decorated bold,
placed with care in a rustling garden plot.
Fresh blooms surround, abounding with vigor
like children's laughter, sunshine's pulse and rain.
His feet fast extend, toes growing bigger,
yet small remain his precious footprints twain.
5-2-2021
"Footprints" Old or New for a Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caroline Devonshire
From the moment I knew of her life
I knew I would be a single mother.
I would be alone in raising her
With no real help from the other
Fearful and sad, I didn’t think I was able;
I wasn’t ready to do this as one
Fighting a battle to show I’m worthy
Against a society ready to shun
Here it is, another single Black mother
With yet another absentee Black father
The statistics are so common now
Why does society even bother?
Well I will say that although it is hard
It was the best situation for us
I didn’t want to bring her into this world
With parents that only argue and fuss
Separating from her dad, I was able to provide
An atmosphere where she only knows love
She smiles, laughs, and is always so happy
And that is something that I am very proud of
Food, clothes, shelter, and toys
My child has never had to go without
So if you think single parents cannot provide
Use my example to erase all doubt
With absolutely no support from her dad
I have had to struggle tremendously hard
Sometimes, I feel I’ve let her down
That not having her dad will leave her scarred
However, I take pride in being the best I can be
I want to be a good example to her
Instilling morals and values to make her well-rounded
So she can be confident and self-assured.
Take it from me, this single parenthood
Definitely has ups and downs for sure
But single parents do what some people can’t
So take pride in what you have to endure.