Mother Daughter Poems | Examples of Mother Daughter Poetry

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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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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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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