Mother Daughter Poems | Examples of Mother Daughter Poetry

the bee to become

I'll be free to kind-ness of daisies
gently trembling through the void,
and the softness of  held hands
which are offering raisins,
without a trick of quicksand.
There's seeds that has a need
of watering & the showering,
Grows into roses with its thorns
defense mechanism vulnerability
can be sweet and leave you torn.
A mother cradles her newborn
and will show her teeth
if you

Made of you

I am made by the traits you gave to me – 
Creating a person happy to know.
Independence and strength and loyalty,
Come from my mother who did truly show

There is importance to education,
And you made sure to provide me the best. 
Creating in me a strong foundation
And for that I will be forever blessed.

You taught me

Time flies

‘Twas just yesterday I learned about joy. 
You became mine and I became yours – 	 
so happy for a girl instead of boy.	 
An instant love bonded us to the core. 
 
Seconds, hours, days and years quickly fly.
Crawling and talking, walking and running – 		
you grew so fast, past hijinks and lies, 
into

A Mothers Love

I will watch over you 
Till my dying day
I'll nurture and cherish 
The times that we play 

The times when I read 
Of adventures to come
As I tuck you in bed 
And you suckle your thumb 

I will watch over you 
As you learn how to live
To become independent 
From the knowledge I give 

The

BLOODLINE ECHOES

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

Mama Hiku

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

ECHOES PIERCE THE SILENCE

ECHOES PIERCE THE SILENCE*
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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

Weathered Hands Are Beautiful

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

Games and Life

                                    Games at the baby shower

              

The Stranger

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

Happy Hurt Day

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

THOSE WE LOVE

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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

I miss my mom

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

A Cowgirl Momma, Carved by Faith

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

My Mother's Daughter

 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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