Mother Father Poems - Poems about Mother Father

Bones Remain Alive

Loitering around at the expense
of my parents back, 
I too wish to be at the resemblance 
of hardworking thumbs, 
those same fingers that sewed 
the futile grounds back home, 

my mother’s yuca farm, 
my father's dying crops, 
dance taking their final 
waltz with the tumble-
weeds in direction 
where my ancestors 
sleep while their bones 
continue

Decrepit, Stealing Our Time

“By the time you’re 80 years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it.” - George Burns

I watched them
As they watched me
Silently, stunned to see
What would be the sum…

Shadowed by life’s plans
Do they understand?
There is One who had it planned
For them and me, it’s in His hands

I watched them go from young to

Mother, Father are weeping

Mother, father are weeping
Because the heavens didn’t send their heart a soul
The wind, their house is breaking
And the morning is very cold

Outside they find
With the earth in the sky
That their sound is not here
Nor is it nearby

There's a train screaming angels to lower their heads
And a cold concrete block reeking of death
When no one was

A Beast

A Beast



Only once you took my innocence away

your perverseness the mind to sway

I fled the house and climbed a tree

The fear that gripped me I’ll never be free



When you went back to your drink

My sanity pushed to the very brink

Fear and anxiety crushing my soul

My mother I searched for me to console



Tears streaming but no

Happy Father's Day: Daddy Was A Gypsy

Daddy was a Gypsy…..we roamed from town to town
Sometimes a little tipsy….but he had to wash it down
Never stay too long…always have a song…to sing
Mama followed Daddy…they loved each other so
After copulating… there were four of us to show
When people saw us coming…doors were open wide
When we were going….everybody cried
Cause we brought happiness…always a new

Wounded Sigh

my mother is strong
     and she cries
every day is one away
     from the first destruction.

my father is weak
     and he dies
each year spent in search
     for the end.

I am the junction
     and I sigh
with the

Heaven

The stars shining bright,
look down on me with a smile,
goodnight mom and dad.

Wake up

Wake up
My father says in the late afternoon 
And unfortunately, I do
I do the thing i’ve been hating for so long

Wake up
My mother says, late in the afternoon 
Another day of realising I have to live, be alive
That’s the thought that’s with me all the time

Wake up
My brother says
I prepare myself for another miserable day
And

Rock Me

Rock Me

Dearest Mother, 
how should I begin? 
You were/are mine,
"Claimed", forever.

You adopted me, 
to see that life was not...
meant to be: cruel or hard, 
evil or even maddening and manic. 
It was instead, 
a gift and blessing. 

You made me feel of worth, 
and that I had some value,
to someone... 
other than the darkness.
 
Then

Fault

You did it all wrong
where u had to do it right
you left me a big hole
in the middle of my eyes
you left me a broken soul
and a twisted mind
feeling like a walking fault
in life.

Jessica 
(7/23)

Richness and Glory

God causes the day and the night to take their turn.
She permits fires to rage and forests to burn. 
He causes clouds to bring forth life-giving rain.
She controls the hands of time and allows it to erase all pain.

There never is a day or night that passes by,
that our merciful Mother, Father cannot hear our

Listen

One main reason to share these words is 
to expand the kingdom of the Mother, and Father.
If not for evangelists, poets, and ministers who
would share the message, who would even bother?

We all have been charged to share in Her, His wonderful news,
that once reborn in the spirit, living in the light of eternity ensues.
No more

Families Are Heroes Too

FAMILIES ARE HEROES TOO


Families are Heroes too
They hold the candle for you
With strength and honor
They make it through

Children missing mom's and dad's
They wait in faith to be glad
Watching the door for
their surprise
With joy and excitement
 they wipe their eyes

Phone calls and letters
 in patience they wait
Hoping that their 
families won't be late
Days and months 
will

It Makes Me Proud

I once was told I could never be a mom.
The day my children were born, I was so overcome.
With laughter and joy in a unique way.
It was a new beginning of many good days.

It makes me proud to see our children  learn each day,
My favourite was to watch them have fun and play,
To hear

My Door

The strangest one I have ever seen,
fits well between two sections of a wall.
Yes, it is a door I speak of -
but what does it hide?

Have I ever seen the other side of it
and perhaps who is there?
It is a voice that is fair at times
but abominable at others.

Is it my mother's, my father's,
my sister's,

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