Death Mother Daughter Poems | Examples
These Death Mother Daughter poems are examples of Mother Daughter poems about Death. These are the best examples of Mother Daughter Death poems written by international poets.
This night, I only smiled.
My face a cherub's joy.
I, my mother's daughter,
sought to sate my hunger.
What life might I slaughter?
This night, I only smiled.
Blood-red, my spewing lips,
luscious from the fresh kill,
dripping with newborn life
and careful not to spill.
This night, I only smiled.
A daughter of the night,
my mother's precious pride,
delicate and refined.
Dracula's latest bride.
This night, I only smiled.
Not heard, but only seen.
Quiet and lady-like
in heels, hat, and white gloves,
contriving my next strike.
For 3 seizures it was my mother saving my life every time.
For 4 seizures it was three of my true friends who saved my life.
The 8th seizure, my divine mother Lilith saved my life from.
the weight of the world
on her shoulders ~
the other children
playing outdoors
and skipping rope
like every other day
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
"Is that you Jane?"
(An old woman's voice from room 12A,
echoing down the hall.)
The room is cold,
and I feel old.
Lord,
kindly send
one young woman
that can see...
that one day she will be
just like me.
I have lived a life worth living,
the good parts and the bad.
The memories both,
happy and sad.
Now I am here,
at the last...
the world still moving
way too fast.
I can not take care of myself,
anymore,
but my daughter
is gone
... all wrong,
in the song.
It is the way of the day,
to leave tradition behind,
to let their own light shine.
Yet in the end, it will send
a message echoing back...
and no one
at all will care
anymore.
cradle of the womb
a mother pats, gives a name
countenance changes
a mother’s shine - God’s glory
preparations made - a safe space
she cups newborn’s head
the smallest body a part
of her soul for years
either on her shoulder or
next to her heart - a safe place
on pillow, her head
a mother in death’s cradle
daughter feels her heart
she smooths the reflection of
the cross on her chest; mom rests
the cycle of life
a daughter must bear the grief
did mom teach her how
she kept her safe in the womb
her mother’s presence brings peace
5/6/2022
Tell me, mother
what did the fire
whisper to you
as it wrapped your frail body
in its flaming blanket
as it caressed your cheeks
and clenched your hands
as it kissed your eyelids
the way I tenderly used to
closing those deep oceans of love
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
collaboration with Chandana Ramachandran
it was rather obvious
that he was disgusted with me
I could tell by his beak
his nose was in the air
and he gave me the eye
you know the one
that mother gives you
when you have disappointed the family
and she wants you to feel guilty for sixteen years?
I looked at his face and smiled
he was the epitome of “the bird”
as he gave me this look
It was amazing
that he had appeared
on the first anniversary of my mother’s death
“Hi, Mom,” I said.
Feeling an affinity,
loving the familiarity of this face.
O Jesus
Divine Master
I thank and bless
Your most merciful Heart
Gor having given us
Mary most holy as our mother
Teacher
Queen
From the cross You placed us all in her hands
May all permit themselves to be led by her
To You
The Savior of the world
I place myself in her hands
As You did
With this Mother I wish to live now
In our of my death
For all Eternity
Amen
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You are the longest true love of my life.
You always gave selfless love even through strife.
Somewhere along the way we lost it
and I cry wondering if I could have stopped it.
Just my hindsight saw it all unfold.
For years now it has been more than my heart can hold.
Mentally, your voiced views battered me.
Emotionally, your behaviors shattered me.
We have completely turned from love’s way
so, I dwell sad in past days laid tainted and frayed.
Though no final death scythe ended us,
separation bereavement exists between us.
I search for moves holding love’s right stuff
‘cause I need to show you, Mama, I hurt enough.
my mother is gone
a new angel in heaven
living a fresh life
around her neck
she wears her heart
dangled on a silver chain
the pink of polished quartz
-- more valuable than any treasure --
the special gift she gave
her precious daughter
now each caress awakens memories
of Sophie’s laughter and
million dollar smile
in the blissfully awaited moment
of forgotten visits to the cancer ward
she can still see Sophie
blowing out her birthday candles
her eyes lit up with joy
and when she clasped the chain
around Sophie’s tiny neck
how proud she looked!
how Sophie shone with glee
but she’d never see another birthday
Sophie was destined to remain forever four
and around mom’s neck
she wears her heart
dangled on a silver chain
AP: 1st place 2021
The rain that seemed to wash my hopes away
Left an amazing gift for me to find
Beyond the puddles that remained behind
New signs of life revived one summer day
I had not planted anything at all
'Twas Mom who wanted me to find this prize
Her efforts surely took me by surprise
Three decades passed; her smile I can’t recall
But in the yard where she drew her last breath
A bed of Four O’Clocks awoke one day
It was as if my Mom were there to say
“My love for you survived beyond my death”
*Written November 7, 2018
“Thankful Poetry Contest” hosted by Tania Kitchin
Sticky mammogram
The dreaded breast biopsy
Little prick and burn.
Warm flesh on cold stainless steel
The breathless waiting begins.
Dark hair Anemic skin Soft misty eyes
So young how could I know
T’was only on her good days
I was allowed by her bedside
In an ever quiet house
Shades drawn Kids told to hush No reason given
I vaguely remember relatives
Their silent grim faces Lined up taking turns
Down to the end of the hall
While I eyed in the corner
That tall off-limits piano No one ever played
Too young to understand
My ever pensive solemn uncle
Was dealing with becoming a widower
Losing the mother to his daughter
My twelve-year old cousin
Somehow she’d need to cope
Growing up in a grief filled home
Where laughter would never be heard
The blinds kept drawn
For death to linger ever present
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
This is her tragedy
not mine
after all these years
they
a flutter with feeling
when feeling is due
after all these tears
I have emerged
the cold one