Growing Up Daughter Poems | Examples
These Growing Up Daughter poems are examples of poetry about Growing Up Daughter. These are the best examples of Daughter Growing Up poems written by international poets.
When the sun bloomed
And the bougainvillea blossomed
And her cheeks unfurled
Into a long smile
At sunset,
I had her in my arms;
I knew her.
When the whales sprayed silhouettes,
And the fishermen made their bets;
Porpoise stitched the sea
Into a sunset dress
For her to wear at the dance
That night after we argued
About strangers.
(And please don’t talk to them
And don’t drink
And don’t dally about
And don’t be someone else
I don’t know.)
Don’t be a stranger
When you come home
when the sun rises,
Blooming.
Father i'm older now
No little toes and no little nose
You may have been there in the beginning
But not in my upbringing
You didn't let me go at heart
But throughout my life you definitely broke mine
Growing up I never had a big picture
An imagination or a figure.All I had is what i had been told
And i'd been told you didn't want me no more
Daddy you could've changed it
You could've even fixed it but
what's to do with a heart that's
clearly withered and in pieces
You know I wasn't a gift
More like an accident
A mistake you made
When you got laid
And then you where stuck with a
Responsibility you decided not to take
I remember being nine thinking you'd arrive
Just sitting on the porch all day past noon time
You never showed and that made me feel alone
I thought sure if dads around
I would feel at home
Is it still life? Her Quest for Identity.
Tis' stilled life
This still life
Distilled wife
Still - That's life
Mime wife.
"Playing dumb while acting the role."
The unspoken influence of mothers on their daughters.
My mother in her work environment, and my mother at home were two completely "different" personalities. At work, I saw her happy and bubbly, extrovert, chatty, friends with many.
At home she was subdued, walked on eggshells, kept us quiet while my father was at home. I understood: better to keep quiet, than be beaten. I'm breaking my silence, not hers. :))
Aqua Marine: 4th April 2025.
The older she gets
the more anxious she becomes.
Her worries flow through
as she paces back and forth.
She is afraid to say anything
even to ones she feels safest with.
Why is her mind filling with concerns
as she tries to live her best young life?
She is so sweet and gentle,
so I ask God every day to guide her through.
I wrap my arms around her and hope
that she will know how much she is loved.
I make sure that I boost her confidence and
tell her what an amazing person she is becoming.
She is growing up in an anxious society,
and I fear it will only get harder for her.
There is only one thing I can do,
so I pray to God to show me the answers.
How do I help her through?
I never got to teach you Maths,
Or English, or to drive.
I never got to pick you up
From school when you were five.
I missed all the nativities,
Where your angel wings unfurl.
And never had the chance
To call you "Daddy's little girl".
I never took you to the zoo,
Or gave you piggy-backs.
Or helped you to appreciate
The world of QI facts
I never helped you through the painful
Years that girls go through.
Nor did I get to be the one
That came to your rescue.
Despite me missing all these things
You turned out pretty good.
And I love you to the moon and back
Just like a daddy should.
A mother’s role is not an easy one,
A taxing undertaking, to be sure;
And if it weren’t for you, I would have none.
But you would make me feel so small, demure,
With words of anger and a cruel hand;
Of my own place and worth I was unsure.
There’s only so much hurt a child can stand
Before they numb themselves to their own hearts.
I know I’m not the daughter you had planned,
But truly we are not that far apart.
I know you loved me in your own way still,
And maybe in that love, we can restart.
Despite it all, I love you even still,
And Heaven surely knows I always will.
That dark ink with which you were written
burning so coarsely to leave you with
a calloused and thoughtless destiny
comes now to pickpocket all your smiles
all your loves
and loves there were to bind your time
Save now but a semblance of family
a photographs lie
an uninvited memory
and so to bitter turn all of disport
those anguished years
But ah my love
it is a death which comes to all of us
And lay you now at night in hatred
cold of sulfurous scorn
to stab the needles of the stars
upon a pillow so damp with tears
while all the while some scratching quill has rewritten
the past within your ears
But so it is my love we never listen
and so in spite and certainty
yourself you cannot unburden
Is it so how you think you are not broken
that some righteous bile is left to swallow
how can it be on such foolish errand
a callous gift indeed it was
this heartless and thoughtless destiny
All I do is sleep, cook, clean,
the rhythm of each day blurring into the next.
Morning breaks and I’m on my feet,
scrambling eggs, packing lunches,
wiping counters and tears alike.
I never did have those things
they say make a girl whole.
I never went to the gym,
never had a boyfriend,
never walked the halls with a smile,
arms linked with friends.
School is just a place in stories.
Friends are faces I can barely remember.
It’s me and these walls,
these dishes, this laundry,
the soft cries of my siblings in the night.
I never dressed up for prom,
never knew the thrill of whispered secrets,
hidden notes passed in class,
the simple joy of not being needed.
It’s strange how normal that seems now—
a life that doesn’t ask for anything back.
I am the hands that tuck them in,
the voice that soothes, the arms that hold.
Outside, the world hums by—
proms, laughter, things I’ve never known.
But here, in this house,
I am everything and nothing.
Just a girl who learned too young
to carry the weight of lives.
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A Mother Watches Her Daughter Stretch Her Wings
There was no stopping my daughter's quest
Like a baby blue jay leaving the nest
She would take to the neighbors with a zest
With play in her eyes, she would meet her guest
A cat, dog, and garden laying at rest
My little one reached in her Sunday best
As the trio looked on with warm jest
Gently she met her hosts without protest
As she brought water jugs filled to the crest
The water cure left the trio blessed
And for my daughter, she grew from this test
Tears filled my eyes as her flight was all dressed
I can almost smell the fresh paint. That isn't possible however. That scent was almost 19 years ago… Butter Yellow was the name on the sample card. Rocking chair. Tiny pink booties.
Stickers hide butter yellow behind princesses, animals, stars, happy faces, everything adhesive. About 50 inches up the walls.. stickers and fingerprints. Giggles echo.
Spray paint and posters. Black light. Neon glow. Butter yellow, mostly invisible. A Disney princess peeks out from behind a band poster. Black clothes with silver chains and safety pins lay on the floor, Saturated in emotion.
Bright Butter yellow patches. Dark splotches where dust clings to sticker adhesive. A scattering of scotch tape with just the corner of a poster stuck underneath.Shapes pressed in carpet. My breathing sounds too loud.
Lifting your suitcase, I shut the door behind me.
Growing up so very fast
Moments like these are meant to last
A child only moments before
Now her future unsure
A child still is she
A woman she must now be
Childhood becomes distant
Innocence lost in an instant
Into her hands, her future she must take
A life changing decision she must now make
Was she really prepared?
Or, just really scared?
Still reeling from the impact
Trying to keep her heart intact
Not sure where to turn
This raging fire continues to burn
Trying not to show emotions
Just moving through the motions
Scream, shout, kick or cry
Instead, sits down with a sigh
Holding her head in her hands
Thinking nobody understands
She is wrong, she knows
Three, who's love shows
Her very best friend
Will always be there until the end
Her loving, gentle man
Comforts her like no one else can
Last, understanding from another
Is the bond between this daughter and her mother
Today marks a milestone
Highlighting life's style shown
A classy, sophistication few women have ever known
An aura shining brightly that is all her own
No longer a child, into a woman she has grown
All the beauty, grace, & intelligence she has shown
Prepares her for the day she must stand on her own
Does she realize she will never face this world alone?
A mother's love is a strength that is written in stone
Forever, will a mother's bond remain a skipping stone
Guiding her daughter as she journeys into a world unknown
An elegant lady transcends from the childhood she has outgrown
Like a mighty Queen sitting atop her ornate throne
Anywhere is everywhere, captivating all places through which she has blown
An Angel, she rises above the challenges out of which she has flown
On a pedestal she will forever emanate radiance outshone
Destynee, an alluring beauty the world has never known
Today marks a milestone
Highlighting life's style shown
A classy, sophistication few women have ever known
An aura shining brightly that is all her own
No longer a child, into a woman she has grown
All the beauty, grace, & intelligence she has shown
Prepares her for the day she must stand on her own
Does she realize she will never face this world alone?
A mother's love is a strength that is written in stone
Forever, will a mother's bond remain a skipping stone
Guiding her daughter as she journeys into a world unknown
An elegant lady transcends from the childhood she has outgrown
Like a mighty Queen sitting atop her ornate throne
Anywhere is everywhere, captivating all places through which she has blown
An Angel, she rises above the challenges out of which she has flown
On a pedestal she will forever emanate radiance outshone
Destynee, an alluring beauty the world has never known
In a world unknown where time's river flows in a different arc.
My mother is without kin, no birthing marks.
No drugs seduction, no choices dire,
No shadows of regret, no burdens to tire.
At her parents' grave, a moment so deep,
Love's touch lingers, farewells to keep.
I know of the trials her childhood bore,
The struggles she faced, the wounds she wore, But I, too, was a child.
I witness her struggles, devoid of affection,
A child thrust into a world of imperfection.
No bond of love, no shared embrace,
Just the echoes of her past, leaving a trace.
In her wake, a legacy of insecurity,
A mirror reflecting my own impurity.
She sowed seeds of self-loathing deep within. So I say to my mother, a figure from a distant past… In this poem of healing, I hope you find your way home,
May peace embrace you, wherever you may roam.
In the realm of words, where emotions flow,
I craft this poem for my daughter to know,
Some things I see in her as I watch her grow.
Her intelligence, a mind so wise,
She's smarter than she may realize.
Her laughter, so contagious, with a smile so bright. In every giggle, there's a spark of pure delight,
Savoring the moment of her radiant light.
Aubree so silly, her unrehearsed comedy,
A natural comedian , a hilarious prodigy.
Her smile, a beacon, on my darkest of days,
A ray of sunlight, warming my weary ways,
And In her heart, she holds the memories we treasure,
Of loved ones departed, their love beyond measure.
Aubree, my baby,growing up so fast.
It's hard to believe how much time has passed.
With eyes like coffee, projecting energy, wherever they look.
In them, their lies a fascinating book.
She sees the world through innocent eyes.
She sees the world without it's disguise.
All these things so wonderful and true,
could never be enough to know how much I love you.
But with this poem I hope you may better see, just how much you mean to me.