Daughter Mother Poems | Examples
These Daughter Mother poems are examples of Mother poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Mother Daughter poems written by international poets.
We
Spin the stories
Which connect
Appearances
Hiding
Or not hiding
My grandmother passed on her untarnished eight bangles to my mother,
My mother passed on the same exquisite bangles to me,
I asked my daughter when she got married “do you want these bangles?”
She said “These are pretty, but too tiny for me - I won’t be able to wear them.”
The jeweller had a suggestion-
After all, they are all precious metals! Twenty-four carat!
He turned those unadulterated gold into an elegant necklace.
My heart sank parting with those ornate pieces,
which connected me with the women,
who paved my way so that
I did not have to live the life they did.
Now those bangles shine only on a picture of me in a wedding dress!
Father Wally
Mother Molly
Daughter Polly
Sister Holly
Play Dolly
Son Solly
Dog Collie
Rain Brolly
Shopping Trolley
Mistaken Folly
Jeshua Holy
Atheist Unholy
the proud moment of being mother of the bride
No greater love than a mother’s
for her children
‘til the world saw a father’s for his son
Lillies placed upon your chest,
beneath the earth you're laid to rest.
I visit with tears to heal my soul,
they water the soil that's black as coal.
The earth is moving beneath my feet,
Your lillies have popped up from beneath.
I smile and take a refreshing breath,
The lillies have grown from your chest.
Straight from the womb and your heart,
You gave the lillies a good start.
We are strong and bold and beautiful,
My tears reached your soul it's undisputable.
In thy untroubled ashes may our distance be light.
We live in one another still.
A person one loves
Mom of one and all that strives
O'er and under the bed who searches for you
The one that lits the candle
and sleeps with you
Honor thy Mother for life
Even without lost pictures
or unknown origin of life that bow
Remember who you are
From her, you survived and lived
what you are and how
On and off the roads you hop and grow
Reels of trials and challenges you blow
Life lived with or without a mother
In your heart you needed a sister or a brother
Forever a memory you keep and live by
Every night and day you ask, "Why?"
my mother’s light blue jacket
it’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
cancer is mean, a bully, a curse
she had it in her lungs for a bit
Cancer got uglier, and spread about
He got into her brain, her bones, her everything
a terrible year, a terrible year
the last three months worse than all the others
I see my mother’s light blue jacket now
and remember cancer well, but cannot get rid of it
because it still has the fragrance of my mother
I can always take a whiff; it’s the only scent of her I have lef
Baby love infatuation
did not become her station
Her parents held higher expectations
To a rising star she’d marry
on romantic love, she’d not tarry
Yet her primal feelings she could not bury
From college she brought home a starving artist
Who, after two days of trying his hardest
first emptied the fridge
~ then parted with the stardust
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It fits, barely~
this small metal crown
pressed onto my finger,
a relic of Mother’s hands.
She stitched whole worlds
from scraps and thread,
turned hunger into hems,
poverty into patterns.
The thimble remembers
the push and pull,
the slow accumulation
of seams, of days~
how she mended
what was torn
without complaint,
how she clothed us
in her quiet revolutions.
Now when I wear it,
I feel the ghost
of her determination,
the weight of all
those invisible stitches
holding me together.
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Alike a butterfly in flight
You drifted off to paradise
A journey to rainbows end
Leaving broken hearts to mend.
Always on you I could depend
My cares and sorrows you would mend
You brought the light to my dark days
And lifted my heart in many ways.
Today I miss you more than ever
If only we could get together
So I could have my mother’s love
Today I’m in need of a huge hug.
I hear your voice call from up above
I smell the fragrance that you so loved
I see you in both the moon and stars
I reach out and I touch your heart.
I know that one day we’re sure to meet
Keep safe and sleep in heavenly peace
Until the day our hearts entwine
In the house of our Lord Divine.
A Thing Of Beauty part II
‘The Mother’ The First Generation
The Me alas breaks free
claims my true pedigree
my lineage, my essence
who I was, who I am, who I shall always be
Of two generations après Moi
in awe how they've succeeded
I drink from the fonts of my true nature
Nectar indulging deeply into my delicious sustenance
Quenching a thirst for true belonging
Sturdily balanced upon a steady course
A radiant surge satiates my being
An abundance, a cornucopia of profusions—
my cup runs over—to be savored and shared
upon lips of those who yearn to imbibe
The Me alas breaks free
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The mother tree sends out roots that produce "daughters" in a "fairy circle." These "daughters" live on and produce more trees even when the "mother tree" is gone.
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Tears of Dew
redwood titans reach for coastal dewy teardrops
clear crystalline pearls decorate their feathery boughs
roots entwine saving dews for parched summers
mother tree lives through daughter's fairy circle
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The oven hums,
a steady hymn.
Like December's first snow,
flour drifts across the countertop.
Her hands~
kneading, rolling, pressing~
leave maps in the dough.
I trace them with a cookie cutter,
star-shaped, blunt at the edges.
Powdered sugar hangs in the air,
a sweet ghost.
We laugh,
and it sticks to our cheeks,
to the aprons she sewed from fabric scraps,
to the memories we don’t yet know
we’re making.
The timer rings.
The cookies glow.
And for a moment,
the whole world is warm.
in waterlogged shoes
her little girl's crooked legs
wobbled through the rain