Mother Daughter Poems | Examples of Mother Daughter Poetry

I walk with a weight that I never quite chose, But somehow it fits, like the thorn on a rose. The pain and the beauty, they bloom just the same— Two sides of a story that whisper my name. Born of a mother whose roots ran so deep, But stolen at birth in a silence that still weeps. They called it...

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down on the floor hands and feet would lift me ~ i was a plane blew up balloons she made me animals ~ i was dazzled taught me stitches loved skilled embroidery ~ i was craft sown drew paper dolls sketched with clothes to cut out ~ i was prized fun read tales aloud fueled my fantasies ~ i was book hooked spent time with me shared skills and joys with...

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ECHOES PIERCE THE SILENCE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinking shears, the pins, the tattered, tomato-shaped pincushion, and spools of thread. I gaze at the metal spool-shaped bobbins remembering how, as a small child, I flushed them down...

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This scene occurred just days before she died. Somehow I made it through before I cried. While pale and weak, eyes closed, in bed she lay, I thought of all the things I longed to say. I whispered “Beautiful" and kissed each hand. Confused, Mom said, "What? I don’t understand.” “Your HANDS,” I said. She answered, “They’re worn out and wrinkled. That’s...

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Games at the baby shower ...

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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...

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You’re gentle, judgemental, A freak in sheep’s disguise Yet in some ways you’re burdened by self sacrifice, You’re obsessive, compulsive, Afraid to let me go You’re afraid of what’s left of you, If you have not my hand to hold You know I love you, But it’s time to move on Take a fall, and crash out, if I’m wrong Be scared, I’ll hold you, If...

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Poem submitted to "Those We Love Poetry Contest," Mystic Rose, sponsor ECHOES I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinking shears, the pins, the tattered, tomato-shaped pincushion, and spools of thread. I gaze at the metal spool-shaped bobbins remembering how, as...

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I miss my mom. I don’t remember much about her, It’s been over a decade and a half since I last saw her, Before she faded into The person she’s become now. But I remember when she was kind, I remember when she loved us, I miss my mom. I miss swingset rides, Her pushing me, Higher and higher, Into the sky. Snapshots, memories, A blink of her smile, I...

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The nights get cold on that prairie land, But she don’t break—she takes God’s hand. With a baby girl tucked close at night, She leans on faith when there’s no end in sight. She’s patched old jeans, gone weeks on beans, Fought silent storms no one sees. But through each trial, tear, and test, She trusts the Lord will handle the rest. Her...

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My Mother's Daughter No one listened to me No body finds me No one fought for me No one took a stand I slept in a strange land awaken a stranger I cried a river the steaming tears dancing with the undulating water reveals a saddened reflection mirroring my world sweeping me back to yesteryear ...

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This is for the sleepless nights you spent thinking 'bout life's ups and downs and in betweens For the efforts you continuously exert, though unseen For the hungry stomach you choose to ignore Just so on our plate you could put more This is for the silent tears you have cried For days when no one seems to be on your...

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I pick up the phone to call her But she is not there her phone is disconnected I miss her laugh Her voice inflections I miss knowing she is where she is supposed to be It has been five years two months and twenty-two days Yet in a way, it seems like she passed yesterday or maybe this morning I miss her beef and...

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I creep into your room, my steps are unsteady, You went to bed with symptoms of the flu, A soft child’s breath is what I seek, To touch, to comfort—to ensure peace. But as I peel back the covers, I find Your stillness is no longer sleep. I call your name, my voice trembling, Attempt to rouse you from your peace, But you...

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Cherished moments of you so dear ...

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