Child Birthday Poems | Examples
These Child Birthday poems are examples of Birthday poems about Child. These are the best examples of Birthday Child poems written by international poets.
It seems like yesterday.
When you were to be our first born
We waited for your birth
Two brand new grandmothers that morn.
You took your time, but then we knew.
You had arrived safely and sound
We each held you our precious girl.
Our smiles and joy they knew no bound.
You are our great delight.
We’ve watched you grow up through the years.
A woman you’ve become.
Our love shines brightly through our tears.
With tears of happiness
Congratulations we both say!
Now Twenty-One, how can that be.
It seems like Yesterday.
6/10/2025
Dearest Cousin Yolanda~
Ponderings on our days so very long ago,
When we were the stars of our parents’ lifelong show.
How proud they were to have us at their side!
We were precious and cared for, like angels with sweet smiles
I saw you blossom from a charming, sweet, little girl.
Your mother loved and cared for you, like an expensive, shiny pearl.
I see you as the same diamond child that you once so happily were.
Love,
Cousin Pangiota
Today I’m thankful for my birthday…
To be one year older than I was before….
And thankful how…as each year my outer body grows a little older
my inner child comes out to play a little more.
I was born this very day
No reason to mourn the right to age
I've birthed a child a wonderful son
Spent this weekend having fun
Within this now year 56
My heart is happy full of bliss
Born Dec 11 and restarted
I get my heaven playing music
Many of you notice I'm not here much
I'm practicing piano and growing my love
I've not abandoned poetry as such
But marrying music my first true love
So thanks for reading my birthday poem
Know I am still reading but focused on song
I appreciate your words and wishes so kind
And will return with song and poetic mind.
The bakery was closed
family only an echo of long ago
no mementos of love
loneliness built
into my spinal chord
musical notes exposing
a weeping child
within an old man
a broken guitar sits on the floor
The grave yard across the street
beckons
the next day a friend
brings birthday candles
it took only one match
to burn down the rest of my life
Happy Birthday, Ava Grace,
I hope a smile adorns your face.
Today's the day to celebrate you,
All you are and all you do.
On this day you came to be,
A precious member of our family,
So tiny, you were like a doll,
But now you're ten and getting tall.
I hope you have the best of days,
Filled with laughter and sunny rays.
May you always know that we love you,
And pray that all your dreams come true.
Special child enjoyed blest* birthday treat
delighted with pastries richly sweet…
oh, ice cream cake was best
he licked and bit midst zest
then shared for feast, saved from candle’s heat.
*Psalm 89:52 Blessed be the LORD for evermore. Amen...
June 17, 2023
4th place, "Ice Cream Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 7/22/2023.
Lovely young woman,
Full of charm and wonder,
Your life lies before you,
Plans and dreams to ponder.
No longer a child,
Today you're eighteen,
And what you'll become,
Remains to be seen.
The whole world is yours,
With opportunities galore.
Spread your wings and fly,
There's so much to explore!
birthed
Amen, Amen, Amen
Awakening awesomely glorious always emerging
Being presently birthed
~
In His season I’m
His chosen
Energy child being birth
3/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
Lune Poetry type
This song is for my daddy,
My father, the man who tries
To guide me through this crazy world
With all its twists and turns and lies.
He comes to see me when he can,
No matter rain or wind or storm,
We sit and eat our salty chips
And talk about the things we've learned.
Our bond is simple, yet so true,
Based on laughter, love, and chips,
I'm grateful every single day
For my dear old dad, and all he gives.
Thirteen is a baker’s dozen,
Or a scary Friday night.
Missing in an elevator,
Or a 12-year-old’s delight.
Rite of passage from a tweener,
Cooler in so many ways.
Does it bring a new demeanor?
That’s for others to appraise.
An impish grin and razor wit
Make it hard to guess the years.
Daddy’s girl still loves to snuggle;
Raging, crying, full of tears.
Thirteen is an awkward age, yes,
Not a child, but not yet grown.
A scant few years, she’ll spring the cage;
My oh my, the years have flown!
So here is our birthday prayer:
May your year abound in glee.
Careful to avoid the pitfalls;
led by Christ, our precious Ree.
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(a birthday card inscription on the occasion of Ree’s 13th birthday, so, a few years ago)
Every holiday calls for cake to bite
Celebrating fantastic milestone’s height…
That’s their special child’s mind set
As God's gifts* he prays to get
Since his birthday is “Heroes’ Day” delight.
*James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
November 20, 2022
4th place, "A Fun Holiday Limerick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 11/24/2022.
His the archer’s bow, straight his arrowhead
on foot and trail swift as the running deer,
and long his hair the eagle feathers spread
in the buckskin war bonnet he does wear.
My boy the dreamcatcher, the hunter brave
in buffalo horn and porcupine quills -
ghost of the warrior chief in the grave
whose heart lies on the plains and in the hills.
Where beats a drum and burns a campfire -
a child of the Great Spirit in the sky,
like the roebuck leaping farther, higher,
chasing a dream in the wind and the rye.
You are the Indian bark, the sacred tree,
a totem from the depth and breadth of me.
Written: March 2013
Remember always Invictus and God
when you stand alone before pharisees -
thus follow the path King and saint have trod
and, son, trust in your own humanities.
Prove incorruptible and heed this wise,
the rule of men are not mighty to save -
their inward ravenings crudely devise
and their only one saving is the grave.
Loved is the divine child young in his days
whose cross to carry is your crown to wear,
whose stamp of nature a quiet strength raise -
cleave to it lest your heart fail you for fear.
Live and love, and rewarded you will be,
else all that becomes you is vanity.
Written: March 2011
Child of sun and sky, child of isle and sea,
the moon and stars to light my earthly trail -
his the taken road, the unmapped journey,
his the unwritten Oscarian tale!
When beyond mortal youth this world you quest
leave behind unworldly comprehensions -
seek it wide, seek it wise, and seek it blest
and beseech its higher interventions.
Long may the Muses sing when your heart sighs,
true your lyre echo, your mighty bow draw -
estrange yourself from the Gods in disguise
and believe in you and all you care for.
When the blast of heavenly trumpets come
yours eternal will be a new kingdom.
Written: March 2010
Pic above: Oscar at 4 or 5 years old.