Crying Mother Daughter Poems | Examples
These Crying Mother Daughter poems are examples of Mother Daughter poems about Crying. These are the best examples of Mother Daughter Crying poems written by international poets.
Eyes wide, beady blue. With skin of silk, pink and new. A pea-sized gift, oh how you grew.
You know me, and I know You.
Dimpled cheeks and Puckered lips, Glossy hair so dark and thick. The littlest chin curved into a dip.
The Lobes of your ears sit neat and dinky, I inhale your scent, so fresh and pure, I watch as you sleep and so peacefully snore.
I know now for sure; that motherhood is what I was made for. Finding my purpose to take care of you, A life fulfilled to my core.
Hello, Daughter whose name is Darcy.
Welcome to our family, we all will treasure, You will be loved endlessly, such a love without measure.
It will almost be time we head home. Two sisters await and sit excitedly together. Meeting each other for the first time ever is a moment I will cherish and remember forever.
Looking up at your mum, please feel no fear, as the sniffling tears you see and the crying you hear, are simply ones of joy that you are finally here.
Categories:
mother daughter, beautiful, beauty, birthday, future,
How can I thank my mum enough? Mym mum she made me whole,
The one who carried me gave me life, the forming of y soul.
My mum she tucked me in at night, wiped tears when I was crying,
Mum made such sacrifices, never gave up and kept on trying.
How can I ever thank my mum her heart her sweat and tears,
always there to comfort me taking away my fears.
Mum if you stand before me now and see what I've become,
it's like looking in the mirror because I'm just like my mum.
You gave me courage you gave me strength and reasons to go on,
the reason I am who I am today is thanks to my precious mum.
Categories:
mother daughter,
JESUS LESSONS
When I was little I would cry out to my mama
‘Bout skinned up knees things unfair
Up on her lap I’d find my comfort,
Learned my first Jesus lessons there.
She would tell me
Remember that your Father loves you,
He walks beside you every day.
Turn your face to His glory
When everything’s not going your way.
The enemy is out to get you,
The enemy, he wants your soul
Listen Baby, to your mama’s warning
Don’t forget who’s in control.
Jesus is in control.
A little older, I still cried out to my mama
‘Bout fights with friends who done me wrong
She’d hold me tight, listen to my drama
And remind me that only with Him am I strong.
All grown up, still crying to my mama
‘Bout broken hearts and bygone dreams,
She’d listen kindly, with eyes full of love
Gently reminding me that only Jesus redeems.
Categories:
mother daughter, animal, emotions, mom, mother
She screams at him.
Crying out to be heard.
She’s always been heard.
Nobody likes what she says.
It’s apparent.
I watch as they fight.
Numb or entranced maybe.
She faces toward him, her back to the fire.
He faces toward her, his back to me.
She is the fire.
And he is me.
He screams at her.
Begging to be enough.
He’s always been enough.
Never enough for her.
It’s apparent.
I watch as they love.
Confused or repulsed maybe.
She faces toward me, her back to the past.
He faces toward me, his back to the future.
She is me, and I am her.
He is me, and I am him.
There are no differences,
Only apparent similarities.
Categories:
mother daughter, 10th grade, age, anger,
I am just new here
Everything looks strange
Even the language unfamiliar
I can't even keep my steps
I have been in dark world
It had been years I guess
Not sure arithmetic not yet gained
All I know it had been long
I don't really understand
I received a heavy pat on my back
At my very arrival I don't know what for
I guess an welcoming gesture
When i was crying
Everybody was laughing
I can't comprehend though
What was funny about my pain?
She put me in her arms
It was so warm
She gave me food
It was so delicious
Others are coming to see me
With excitement on their faces
They seems to be showering gifts
I don't know what is big deal about me
I don't like some gazes though
I am so afraid of them
In their arms not feeling safe
Am I just being naive?
But her she is the only person
I can truly trust
She gives me food she keeps me warm
It is rare to cry in her arms
Categories:
mother daughter, birth, child, family, imagination,
My life my daughter
The most cherished moment is,
when I first saw you crying,
with a chubby pinkish face
Now you are just four year old
Still remember when ,
you first kicked
your first crying
your first rolling over
you sitting up first time
standing up for the first time
your first walk
you first called me ‘Amma’
your constant learning,
achieving every milestone
Everyday spend with you ,
will be in my heart forever
As a mother I’ll watch you grow,
chasing your dream
I believe you
Fly high my child
Always Mom is with you
You are my strength,my pillar &
my greatest blessing !
Categories:
mother daughter, angel, baby, hope, how
like a dog with a bone,
I
threw
the
first
stone
burning rage grew deep within
yelling and crying like
sin
explosive curses
-so uncool-
stomping and acting like a
damn fool
burning
==bridges==
with her
cool and calm like water…
was the scared face
of
my
daughter
running on
...
...
guilt
needing a swift
boot in the
rear
for
'Mother of the Year'
Categories:
mother daughter, anger, angst, betrayal, daughter,
No other call, could bring in more love,
Through a baby’s crying tears, than a mother.
No other call, could erase with ease,
A child’s first manifesting fears.
No other call, could give confidence,
To the growing young, as a righteous mother,
For she is a special breed, endowed by God, to fill all needs.
She loves the call she’s been given.
Mothers are given special wisdom in love.
It comes to them, in lieu of who they really are.
Daughters, who are the balance of God’s nurturing glory,
Fulfilling His eternal works of art.
No other call could be so great,
As to give life for another.
And yet, the closest I know of,
Is the sacred call of mother.
They stand fast and strong,
Against the cowardly wrong.
Living what they know brings,
Love and peace, to divine beings.
When the stakes are high,
And the road so long,
They hold on faithful,
Until the family’s wolf is gone.
I give credit, love and gratitude,
To my mother, who’s lived her life like Christ.
She did as was asked of her,
And is still our shining pillar.
Categories:
mother, mother daughter, mother
Faint barks, evening, wind, and rain
I'm standing outside these gates again
staring at her long twisted cobbled grey
She'll be pleading and crying for me to stay
Teary-eyed,.. as I start to shake
You see, it's my witching mother
Changing eyes, I remember
Each day a day in mid-November
The whiskey called "screams," and her flaking skin
Unrepentant and filled to the neck with gin
she just sat there laughing at my nervous grin
Those vile remarks and the things she'd say
Throughout the evening of every day
"you must stay with me forever, petals
or I will bloody you with this iron kettle."
I cannot push myself through these damn gates
The fear of the,.. known I suppose
those wretched toenails all overgrown
feet that stink of death
Old graveyard graves crooked amber teeth
My dear mother, it's quite clear I resent you so
Why do I still love you, you wicked old crow?
Categories:
mother daughter, abuse, addiction, anxiety, humor,
Hinged
I flew across the border, with my wings spread wide
Fear, tear and blood - was all I saw.
A little one of four
clenched her fist,
she held a flower her mother kissed.
There was anger in her eyes,
said she hated how her mother lies.
She hated how they have to hide - hide from them
I saw them - fighting - again.
A war that caused so much of pain!
There were screams -
of people dying, and of many new born crying.
Thunderous sounds of swords swinging in the air
cutting through peoples' neck, head and elsewhere.
With her clenched hands she toddled towards safety,
asking me to come.
I was disguised, and appeared glum.
The little girl was shot - right through her heart -
right in front of my motherly eyes.
I was impuissant, I could not even touch her.
I heavily watched her bite the dust.
I was hinged to my illusory grave on the battleground -
where now,
my little one will also be found.
Categories:
mother daughter, child, emotions, fairy, heaven,
Home to Rest
(She said, "I love my room."
The very happy feeling of being home.)
Today,
my daughter came home.
She was not crying this time,
so my heart is lighter than last.
She showed me new shirts,
gathered items from a tourist shop.
I simply listened,
so thrilled to hear her speak.
To focus on her voice,
and watch, no gaze at her face,
dance with delight at the memories,
she created with someone else.
I am not jealous,
it is a sign...
she has her own life,
and is growing up.
Probably already there,
and I am slow to arrive.
You don't remember anything,
of yesterday's darkness.
God again has blessed me.
No one should recall,
where we have been.
The future is bright,
and the sunshine is Light,
you are a dove,
in flight.
A treasure to see,
from the ground to the sky,
so high...
fly on angel,
to the stars!
Categories:
mother daughter, allah, angel, appreciation, daughter,
long haired blue eyed doll
in a shop window displayed
the child yearned for it
the mother noticed
her face showed melancholy
not enough money
the big doll stays put
she took her sad child by hand
looking back crying
at home she daydreamed
the mother baked her a cake
the girl smiled and ate
Categories:
mother daughter, sad,
It was a really big day; all was going smoothly.
Until the mommy brought her six year old daughter to me.
The child was inconsolable, crying hysterically, hiccup-crying.
"We saw my brother's car beside the interstate on the way in," the woman said.
I said to my daughter, "That's your uncle Gary's car!"
There were onlookers, but no police yet.
"We got out to see," she said. "Gary was lying in the grass, dead."
The child's crying got louder.
"You'll have to calm her down," she told me. "I've got lots to do."
I suggested maybe they should spend the day together.
Received an exasperated sigh.
"You're the counselor," she said. "That's your job!"
The child held on tightly, wailing.
The principal came to help.
She made the same suggestion I had made.
"This is your job!" she told us as she pried herself away
from the keening child.
It was a really big day.
Categories:
mother daughter, abuse, betrayal, death, mother
When Jack, my loving dog was killed, I was eleven.
Thirteen at my father's demise;
So much changed after that
When I was twenty four, grandma died, leaving me crying.
And twenty five years later, my mother departed this world.
11042017 PS Contest,
8-Line Poem, Rick Parise
5-worded lines
Categories:
mother daughter, dad, death, dog, family,
On October 14th, 2002
At 6:34 in South Hampton, New York
A tiny baby girl
Brand new and alive
Enters the world
For the very first time
Her little face
pure and sweet
Curious eyes wander
Searching for answers
Soon to be revealed
The mother
Crying tears of joy
Looks at her baby
Her child
Her creation
The love of her life
The father
Anxious and excited
Waits for his wife and child
Unaware of what is in store
Tick! Tock! Of the clock on the wall
Waiting to see her face
At long last the reunion begins
A mother and daughter lock eyes
Love sparks
A shimmer glistens in the baby’s eyes
Years have been taken
Hours have been waited
And finally
Their baby is born
After months of medicine
Of Canadian and American family
Youngest in one
Oldest in another
A new baby is born
Another branch in the endless tree
Soon to blossom
In the years to come
Isabella Grace Greenberg
Belle for short
Jewish and Christian
American and Canadian
Absolutely original
And everything in between
Categories:
mother daughter, birth, child, daughter, father