Mother Daughter Family Poems | Examples
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My mother is the woman I most admire.
As a preteen she lit my inner strength's fire,
With the words, "You have a strong spirit,"
After I told her how I bear with all of it.
My mother is the most beautiful woman,
In looks and in how she does all she can.
She always taught me to be independent.
We share memories of times we had spent.
My mother is the one who saved my life
Three times in childhood epilepsy so rife.
She taught me what love is and isn't,
Even when our moments were unpleasant.
My mother is my own secret role model,
Because I can never be on her same level
Due to my neurodivergent frame of mind,
But her sincere love for me is forever kind.
whispers calm the night
g e n t l e hands that g u i d e my way ~
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cradled in your heart
loving bond there’s no other ~
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When will I finally fill your shoes,
Reach maturity like you did?
You seemed to have all the answers
When I was just a kid.
I've been waiting a long time now
So maybe I missed my turn,
I'm well past the age you were,
By now I should have learned!
How did you do the adulting, so effortless,
Not overwhelmed or lost?
You juggled a job,a family, and never
Dropped any ball we tossed.
You seemed so fearless, standing tall,
A million arms to answer each call.
All I can think when life comes at me
Is I don't even have half your balls.
There is no match for the strawberry patch
When my girls and I go to pickin!
We look for the big, red luscious delights
And joyfully smile when they come into sight.
“I got one, oh look there are so many!”
But not enough, to say I have plenty.
Come frolick, laugh and pick away
Where strawberry smiles, rule the day.
We are all of us kings and queens
I don't mean in family genes
But: God loves us to smithereens
We're adopted to royal means
(Jesus is King, Mary the Queen)
Translation
~Her Attentive Daughter~
Before winters sun; she awakes.
A nice, warm, shower, is her habit.
In plaid slippers to the kitchen she
then goes.
To prepare breakfast for her family
The dog also begging to be fed.
To see how her convalescing Mother
is doing!
In this California land, touched by the
lightest of God’s earthquakes.
Daughter is attentive to make sure her
Mom takes vitamins and tablets.
Later, they watch choice movie shows.
To her , their love is primary.
Then, after a short walk places her
lovingly in bed.
She realizes, not, it leaves her Mother’s
grateful heart leaping.
Rhyme end scheme as follows in both
stanzas:
a,b,c,d,e,f
12/18/2021
when she made hot coffee in the morning,
winked at me said your breakfast is warming,
I was dumbstruck and knew there was a flaw,
This was not from wife but mother in law!
When he lit my cigar, paid for dinner,
said how good I was and such a winner,
I was dumbstruck and knew there was a flaw,
This was not my brother - father in law!
when that night dear wife cuddled up to me,
head on my chest and rubbed my tummy,
I was dumbstruck when the truth hit me raw,
can her parents please stay six months extra?
Written 14/08/2021
Dumbstruck poetry contest
Charles Messina sponsored
10 syllables each line
A spider plant* with many offshoots --
The mother firmly holds onto her little girl's hand at the nursery.
*Chlorophytum comosum
I found it so difficult to write a poem
about my biological mother
I finally
wrote “Oh, Mama”.
It is a sad poem about daughter/mother
relationship, like a crumpled picture
or a torn picture separating me,
being a fragmented piece of my family.
Will I get an answer why she
treated me so differently?
No answer then.
Never will be.
2/24/21 Emile Pinet Fragmented Verse Poetry
Used: How Many Syllables
Your name begins with a B,
And I’m your first baby…
I should always tell you
You’re sweet like a Bumblebee
That has a Heart of Gold.
Being as Gold as Honey.
I love you, Mommy.
I also want to tell you
To believe you are
The most pretty among
All the other Queen Bees.
You have a kind Queen’s beauty.
You’re my mother,
So Honey Mommy Day.
Simply put she is my baby
and my baby she always will be
I’ve known that from the moment
she grew inside of me
But life has a way of moving
how quickly the changing zephyrs whirl
where once crawled my little baby
now stands my little girl.
“She’s your little girl!”, says my mind
As it tries desperately this knowledge to impart..
But I’m not always listening
“She’s still your baby!”, says my heart.
And at every stage in her life
my mind and heart shall disagree…
Young woman, woman, mother
She’s still my baby to me.
And I imagine this is to be my destiny
the way it always will be…
that she will remain my baby
even when she’s 93.
When I grow up, will I still be princess?
Of course, says glowing daddy.
A roll of the queen’s eyes.
Moving back home
To the place where I belong
I had a dream last night
I dreamt I hugged an angel
It felt so real to me
It felt like home
Tues. 11/28/2017 Yes, I did have a dream I hugged an angel which felt like I was hugging my mom. And to me, my mom feels like home.
Dark hair Anemic skin Soft misty eyes
So young how could I know
T’was only on her good days
I was allowed by her bedside
In an ever quiet house
Shades drawn Kids told to hush No reason given
I vaguely remember relatives
Their silent grim faces Lined up taking turns
Down to the end of the hall
While I eyed in the corner
That tall off-limits piano No one ever played
Too young to understand
My ever pensive solemn uncle
Was dealing with becoming a widower
Losing the mother to his daughter
My twelve-year old cousin
Somehow she’d need to cope
Growing up in a grief filled home
Where laughter would never be heard
The blinds kept drawn
For death to linger ever present
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Tea parties
Crumpets and lavender
Earl Grey in china
Swapping recipes
Smiles and pleasantries
Laughter and memories
Cards and bravado
Veneers and fronts
Lost in a haze
No notion of time
Just hovering in the moment
Time standing still
Illusively surreal
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE TIME WE ARE GIVEN~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020