Mother Daughter Poems | Examples of Mother Daughter Poetry

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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She did everything she could And yet somehow it wasn't enough She did everything right Yet she still lost the fight From the very first moment She was born She was was Stripped of her voice There were complications with her mum But before they could help she was gone Her father was falsely imprisoned The child was silent But there was...

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Lee’s very excited today. Mom’s helping with her tea party. Now that Lee’s dollies are in place, Oatmeal cookies and tea are served. Playtime at the park will follow. ...

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I open Mother's 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 the toilet creating...

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How I wish to hold u Touch and hug u How I wish to squeeze u Play with your curly hair I miss and love you I hope u feel it too Study and Play Study and Play Learn to love God Play with your dolls Learn about Life Play with your dolls Lots to teach u Love to embrace u ...

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April 24th 2018 time stood still for I thought it was just another argument between my mother and father was actually my mothers breaking point. as the sun was setting and I was doing my best to distract the little ones I heard her cry for help calling my name, begging me to come I flew a down the stairs...

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April 24th 2018 time stood still for I thought it was just another argument between my mother and father was actually my mothers breaking point. as the sun was setting and I was doing my best to distract the little ones I heard her cry for help calling my name, begging me to come I flew a down the stairs...

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in a silent room a mother rocking her child in morning light ...

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To the world you are just a person But to me you are the world You are the rarest of the rare To the point no one can compare Every hug healing a piece of me you didn't break Everytime you smile I know that no matter what I go through I'll always have you You are my heart And nothing...

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Museums A place full of stories Of art Not just in the paintings But in the people too A little black girl walking hand in hand with her mother Her eyes lit up in wonder Wandering what she would discover While she walks around Spinning around And jumping up and down She doesn't see That everytime she jumps the light reflecting on her beautiful...

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Mother – A Feeling Mother... An emotion, a shadow, a voice. Whether she belongs to someone or not, whether she’s with you or not, everyone knows what a mother is. Ask anyone, and only one answer comes— Care, love, sacrifice. She may not be present in her own life, but she’s supposed to be in ours. I don’t know what a mother really is, but I...

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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...

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"LOVE, just four letters for a very powerful word." By Poet Why does life start out from a loving mother, only to be given to another? This loving mother cannot care for her, as a tiny baby makes a stir. A loving mother will sign papers that will cut like a knife, making a decision effecting her and a new life. This...

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