Family Poems | Poems About Families and Relatives

In Hope and Faith....we pray this day Praying today for mothers, fathers strong, For godly parents raising children throng May families within our walls Be shielded from the daily trials and thralls. We lift up our pastor in prayer, Asking God to guard his heart with care To walk closely in the Spirit’s gentle light, Be encouraged, steadfast in the fight. For his wife,...

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We sit and share blood the colour of wine that ripples in glass on table which stretches stretches stretches oceans between us. You’re there but afar and I’m here but foreign. I wonder what question you’ll ask me; what magnolia reply I’d gouge out of the thinning air. Your hand flinches....

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Born in January of thirty-four, Down Risseeuw Road, the stork did soar. Her childhood home still stands today, A witness to memories along the way. She’s passed that house a thousand times, Each visit brings nostalgia’s chimes A waft of scent, a sunset’s hue, A song that brings the past in view. In a heartbeat, she’s back once more, To laughter, tears, and days...

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A part of me wants to be With my family to take care- Of them and lead the responsibilities- Which needs to be fulfilled. A part of me wants to be In solitude to catch up with- My goals and have an identity of my own- Without care about today’s society. ...

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Pause, consider, and think about this. Some rich people invest and spend. Some poor people wish and spend. Short people reach up. Tall people bend down. Good habits beget good results. Bad habits render bad results. Bad beginnings often end well. Bad endings force 'look-backs'. You cannot withdraw something that has not been deposited. We usually reap what we have sown. Sometimes, favor suspends the norm. 8888888888888888888888888888888888 When adding...

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The last couple of times we’ve had dinner with our family I have been enthralled as we sit and talk around the table…by all the names I’m called. Since James was given to me by my parents on the day that I was born. like most people I’ve had many names…many hats that I have worn In the...

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The trees ache with a pain only those who have witnessed true horror The swinging rope moping for it had been turned to a killer The threads unravelling trying to escape A maze with no end Running, running, running Away Yet still can't escape its fate A fallen leaf a tear of the tree Weeping for a...

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My cell phone rings, and my watch display shows that it’s my mother calling. I press the connect button on my steering wheel and immediately my Mums weak Scottish lilted voice fills the cabin of my car. Such sweet music emanating from my speakers, better than any song. I instantly smile and shout: “Hello, can...

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In pursuit of promise, he journeyed far, A dual path of toil and academic star. Leaving loved ones, a distant shore, He braved new faces, some warm, others a bore. Hostility's sting, he wouldn't endure, Focus on friendly souls, his heart's allure. Through want and need, he pressed on ahead, Enticing pleasure, a siren he'd rather be dead. Night's silence, his studies' sacred...

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Years ago at our cabin, when our grandchildren Damien and Taylor were young… (Why does time so often seems so short) the four of us with lumber from Lowes decided to build a fort. The exact date of this undertaking…I’m so old now…I forget I do know our two other grandchildren, Aden and Ava, weren’t in our family yet. We...

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I’ve known my mother since before I had a shape, when my soul — a seed of silent stars, was still searching for its furrow. I was an imperceptible vibration, a faint flicker in the chasm between being and not-being, and she — the only soil where I could take root. She never promised time would be gentle, but she gave me her...

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Those we love don't go away, They walk beside us every day. Yet not all love returns our call, some stand near just to let us fall. Love is not a guarantee, They may not feel the same for me. Those we love won't always stay, Nor always love us the same way. For every love that fades or ends There are still...

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Those we love Are strong and kind, Those we love, are even polite and not afraid to speak their mind. Those we love, May have some complaints, but just a few. Those we love, with all of our hearts this is true. ...

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Those We Love, Precious gifts to the heart, more than gold and silver. For all those we love....

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I travelled hours, hours and hours. The rusty ornate gate groaned, a path hued green moaned to me, as the trees whispered and wept. Then, I stood at that cold grave, of my loved ones deep engraved. After . . . I let my grief weep ! ...

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