Daughter Birthday Poems | Examples
These Daughter Birthday poems are examples of Birthday poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Birthday Daughter poems written by international poets.
The days keep going by,
and I am still left wondering why
you are no longer on this earth.
I remember the day I gave birth—
a tiny miracle captured my heart;
gazing at you, I never thought we would part.
My greatest joy was to see you grow;
now you are cold and resting below.
What an honour it was to be your mom;
your memory is like a balm,
soothing me during my darkest hours—
so thankful to call you ours.
Why is the pain so deep?
It brings me to my knees as I weep.
I like to believe that you are still nursing in God’s heaven,
bringing comfort I do not doubt for a second,
doing what came so naturally to you—
dressed as a nurse at two is the picture in view.
The calling you had shined brightly in your brown eyes;
I did not know that you would be saying goodbye.
Thank you, dear daughter, for the thirty years;
and now I am marking two years of your heavenly birthday, it appears.
How is it possible to keep on breathing,
or even finding meaning,
when you left too soon?
I should have wrapped you in a cocoon,
as you are wrapped tightly in my heart
since the very start.
I know how many times I betrayed me.
How many times I chose them over me.
How much of my worth I gave to people who never deserved a second of my time.
I gave my all to the undeserving.
To the selfish.
To the weak.
To those who couldn’t even respect themselves, let alone me.
I poured everything into nothing.
But that ends NOW.
I’m awake.
It’s not too late.
This is my rebirth.
From here on out.
I CHOOSE ME.
Every. Damn. Time.
No one touches my mind, body, or heart unless they earn it.
I will not be trampled.
I will not be broken.
I rise. I burn. I soar.
Like the phoenix, untouchable. Unstoppable.
Because I am me.
I am my mother’s daughter.
And I am DONE settling.
It hit me just today
I saw her in a whole new way
Birthday dinner, just her and I
A thought brought a tear to my eye
Has always been "my little girl"
Now she's about to face the world
Seen her grace of a woman before
Now seeing so much more
Just a girl of seventeen
Trying to find life and what it will bring
Overnight, a woman I see
Transformation into elegance and beauty
No longer a child to hold
She faces life with courage so bold
All grown up, she has no fear
Only memories remain of yesteryear
Last year to find herself true
Final shred of "little girl" for me to cling to
For soon she won't need mom anymore
When she walks through life's front door
So fulfilling- love to watch her grow
Still painful when I have to let her go
I know she is becoming the butterfly
Spreading her wings so she can fly
When I can't weather the storm
Many beautiful memories to keep me warm
This will help see me through
Into her future, she finally grew
She will always be a little girl to me
Her mother- I am proud to be
and so it is, I think of you
like roses from heaven
filled with morning dew
a solid link we shared
like a home built for two
mother I'm missing you ....
no candles on my cake today
just a walk through memory lane
and a love I cannot claim
upon the breath of dawn
the kiss of morning arrives
on the bossom of my thoughts
of a mother and a daughter,
Mother, you gave me birth
Merci Maman, xo xo
Written By: D. Collins 2/1/25
Like thick sliced bacon straight from the air fryer.
Today my daughter is Queen of her empire.
Her subjects will do whatever she wants done.
And on her birthday served with total Cart Blanche.
Like the crispy, fried bacon left on our tongue.
She's a woman that stands second to none.
Yeah, a father is biased when it comes to his.
But, today is the day she was born to live.
Eldorado
In Sokoto's land of ancient pride,
A miracle unfolded, your birth inside,
A mother's vision of a daughter dear,
Yet, fate's design wove a different thread, a boy appear.
God's blessings flow like a river wide,
Unfathomable, His wisdom does reside,
No mortal mind can grasp His divine plan,
A mystery that guides the course of life's span.
Your early days, a test of parental might,
Terror gripped their hearts, a fragile light,
Your silence, a concern that would not cease,
A nocturnal journey to the clinic's release.
The doctor's words, a balm to soothe their soul,
The humidity and heat, a temporary role,
Your growth, a tapestry of wonder and might,
A treasure trove of laughter, a heart alight.
Your smile, a radiant sun that lights the way,
A thriller that captivates, come what may,
Eldorado, a son of promise, a shining star,
May your days be long, your journey near and far.
Happy birthday, dear son, may this day be bright,
A celebration of life, a wondrous delight.
Brett threw himself a party
Since he hit the big 4-0
And there never was a question if
We would or wouldn’t go.
He planned it with his mother’s help
And catered in the food,
With jars of flowers on the tables
For a festive mood.
A slide show played with photos
Showing years of happy pics
As the guests all met and mingled,
Quite a varied friendly mix.
Several people took the stage to speak
And what stood out to me
Was what every tribute mentioned,
Not just generosity,
But the many ways that Brett has shown
To family and friends,
So much caring and affection,
Which, once started, never ends.
The party was delightful
And all gathered there for Brett
Surely’d join me in the hope this was
His favorite birthday yet.
(Brett, like my daughter, his girlfriend,
has “special needs.”)
Eyes wide, beady blue. With skin of silk, pink and new. A pea-sized gift, oh how you grew.
You know me, and I know You.
Dimpled cheeks and Puckered lips, Glossy hair so dark and thick. The littlest chin curved into a dip.
The Lobes of your ears sit neat and dinky, I inhale your scent, so fresh and pure, I watch as you sleep and so peacefully snore.
I know now for sure; that motherhood is what I was made for. Finding my purpose to take care of you, A life fulfilled to my core.
Hello, Daughter whose name is Darcy.
Welcome to our family, we all will treasure, You will be loved endlessly, such a love without measure.
It will almost be time we head home. Two sisters await and sit excitedly together. Meeting each other for the first time ever is a moment I will cherish and remember forever.
Looking up at your mum, please feel no fear, as the sniffling tears you see and the crying you hear, are simply ones of joy that you are finally here.
A moonchild under moon shadow,
hiding in the dark side of the
moon or darkness of the night, why?
Come out, come out and go under
the moonlight and see the bright
stars twinkling, like specks of gold
all over the clear night sky, pure
black like a soft warm blanket to
comfort you and make you feel
safe … hush now … shhhh …
A day like any other, yet so divine,
When you first breathed, and your life entwined with mine.
Years have passed, each moment a treasure,
Your growth and joy are beyond any measure.
From first steps to first words, I've watched you soar,
Each milestone is a gift I couldn't ask for more.
Your laughter, a melody that brightens my days,
Your curiosity leads you down in wondrous ways.
Today we celebrate not just your birth,
But the light you bring to this vast earth.
Your kindness, your spirit, your beautiful heart,
In this grand universe, you play a vital part.
Candles on cake, wishes whispered low,
Another year older, another chance to grow.
But know this, my darling, as certain as can be,
You'll always be that precious baby to me.
Your dreams are vast, your potential untold,
I'm here to support you, to watch you unfold.
On this special day, I just want to say,
I'm proud of you in every single way.
So blow out your candles, make a wish anew,
Remember always, my love for you is true.
Happy birthday, my daughter, my joy, my light,
May your year ahead be spectacularly bright.
Marina, Motherina, Baba, Mum!
Reflect upon what your life has become:
Born in Harbin to refugee Russians,
Tossed out by Mao, with mild repercussions.
Aussie girl, country girl, raised by grandmas,
And grandpa and parents (both pains in her ****).
Small school, to high school with penguin-ed nuns,
Bespeckled and bikeless - childhood is done!
Went off to college at Melbourne Uni,
Made friends, stole a goat and earned a degree.
Entered the workforce for airliner doomed,
Later a teaching position assumed.
Married a beardy fresh in from Hungry
(also a Russian circuitously)...
Moved to the suburbs - East of the border,
Had a few children (not in that order).
Two in-laws out back, who helped with offspring,
Replaced by her mum, who started writing.
Son and two daughters, she raised to adult,
Some better than others - not all her fault.
Each offspring took flight, with their other half.
All but the youngest, who forged her own path.
Some grandkids were born, they grew up a bit,
Throw in some church stuff and that's about it.
Birthday Wishes: Horatian Ode
Sweet sixteen with no happy birthday cake.
Oh, Mother, you're missed but I am bitter.
How many hundreds did your calloused hands make?
So steady, so sure, why do they quiver?
A Mother who has no thought for herself,
A daughter too immature to think to help.
A lovely, womanly form, but only Momma to me..
Oh Momma, she has your eyes so you can watch over me.
Abducted suddenly from youth, captive in haggardly age,
Your battle with scalpels left their jagged marks…
Just as your ancestral Natives wore paint when war raged,
It was your way to push back at the dark.
If time were a river, I'd gladly jump right in…
To dark, freezing waters, no matter, I'd swim…
To try to give back a portion of your goodness and light,
Stand with my back to yours and together we'd fight.
It's twenty fifth of May
Alas, you're miles away from me
flash back of mosaic memories
when i was in your sight
brings back scents of home
exuding like curry
from mom's kitchen
as you serenade her
with songs she used to sing
to make me sleep on rainy eve.
Oh Dad, with gratitude
on your birthday
this rouge roses I send,
tied with a rainbow
that will never end.
My daughter met her boyfriend
At a camp for “special needs.”
Their story started years ago
And this is where it leads –
To her birthday celebration,
Which was perfect, yesterday,
Near at and that boyfriend’s home,
A distance two-plus hours away.
We met early at a diner
For a yummy breakfast meal;
Next came bowling and some mini-golf,
Which both have much appeal.
And the day kept getting better,
For the boyfriend had prepared
The most festive birthday venue,
Showing just how much he cared.
In his yard there were balloons and signs
And music for the mood,
Plus a slide show of their years together
And some special food.
With his chef’s hat and his apron,
Brett cooked burgers on the grill
And his mom provided sides and drinks
Of which we had our fill.
There were candles on a lovely cake
And presents to unwrap,
Plus, we got to hang with Leo
And meet Ezra (‘fore her nap).
As we all sang “Happy Birthday” –
Brett, his bro-in-law and sis
And his mom and niece and nephew,
Me & Mel, I thought of this –
That each one of us, in different ways,
Has “special needs” and yet,
With resolve and love, the day can be
As good as it can get.
I
There you are in your white dress
Marching in for all to see
A little taller than the rest
Incarnate joy and purity
Your father looking on with pride
As you come into your place
He’s reveling in this rising tide
Where you personify God’s grace
II
A few more weeks and you’ll be eight
We know we cannot hold back time
The World is coming soon or late
But I trust that you will be fine
Because I see your old man in you
The finest man I’ve ever known
A man that if he thought you needed help
Would give you everything he’d own
III
In fact he has god daughter dear
He’s given you all that he is
This is why I have no fear
For your image is his and His
I make to you this promise on your special day
To love you and support you as you grow into You
And as you navigate this world for one thing will I pray
When it gets tough you ask yourself “what would my Daddy do?”
To my goddaughter on the occasions of her First Communion and Eighth Birthday
May 4th, 2024