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.

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 cruelest of fate 
As I watch you this way
The role of a mother
To prepare for this day 

To live and to love
And to help you be free
Able and strong
For a life without me 

I'll wistfully see 
All the days in my mind
Of watching you growing
To your own special kind 

I'll wistfully dream 
Of the days I won't see
When I will be gone 
From this entity 

I promise I'll stay
In your heart and your mind
In the love that you share
Forever entwined 

I will watch over you
Until my last breathe 
The love is still with you
It does not fear death 

It lives on in the sun
The wind and the rain
It lives on in the thoughts 
Which consume your brain 

It lives on in your eyes
As you see through the years
It lives on in your spirit
And softens your tears 

Know that I'm there
When you need me to be
To comfort and guide you
To set yourself free

© Leigh Haynes  

She has reached the terminal before time,
with rogue cancer cells creeping in her lungs.
The pain pulsates in writhing sixteen-year-old body
with the rhythm of the last requiem of swan song.

Her drowsy empty eyes decline to close,
lest the final sleep undesired descends uncalled,
takes away the wonderful world from her
to the distant mist of merciless obscurity.

Her feeble sense sighs in forlorn intonation, 
tells the tormented lungs, gasping for air:
‘Don’t give up yet, let’s fight together the bane,
until the journey ends at the edge of hope’.   

She loses the battle; her last breath tells her mother:
‘Keep me in the cold chamber when I’m gone,
freeze me with all my dreams, not yet dead,
the way you kept me in the womb with care.

I’ll be in a spell of suspended animation
till they find the cure for cancer for me.
I’ll then return from the cold embrace of death
and live again with you in this beautiful world’.

© Subimal Sinha-Roy  

I found my happy place in my dreams, 
Where life is not what it seems.

From birth to death, my story's told;
Both day and night the scenes unfold.

To relive it all and set it right,
My mind works overtime at night.

From the first, my mother loved me.
She said it often in my fantasy.

Each time I heard the words 'I love you',
My spirit soared, my confidence grew.

Eventually, this charade got old. 
My mother's heart remained stone cold.

So, I chose a new family, 
Whose love was as real as dreams can be.

I left home when I was grown
But the child inside was all alone.

My guardian angels took in this stray.
Their love and direction showed me the way.

And so, I continue to dream
Of a mother's love lost and unseen. 

But today I realized that I love me
So.... why couldn't she?

© Jan Terry  

My heart aches my mind is blown
The Voice I have is still unknown
Thoughts from years ago I used to have 
We're nightmares that are all just stabs.
My Mind tricks me into thinking of things
That were probably never coming true 
My soul is exhausted from the life I know
Which is why I'd rather be cold and blue!

© Nina Gibson  

A young babe was born in the middle of the month of May.
She lost her mother in a sad way days before her first birthday.
To this day and from now on we miss her in every single way.

© Marissa Faries  

It was the beautiful Anne 
who bore the secret to his smile,
Maybe the wrinkle of her eye when she smiled,
The beautiful Anne was a blessing in disguise,
She was the heartbeat of his life,
To him she was the painter of life in disguise,
The floor she walked was kissed by him,
He was the happiest man when Anne touched his skin,
Anne was as pretty as thousand roses,
To him Anne was the answer to what future poses ,
The day he married Anne 
was the amalgamation of all the wishes and good deeds made by him ,
Just when he thought he coudnt be happier 
Annie proved otherwise 
She gave him the most beautiful surprise 
as she whispered she bore their child 
He picked her up and carried her never wanting her to leave his sight ,
Annes beauty was never unknown 
In the deaths ear echoed her name, 
It was the excruciating birth the amazing Anne coudnt sustain,
Leaving him with a daughter he didn't even want to name 
The daughter who was her mothers reflection 
Never got the love 
her father possessed for the same eyes 
No matter how much the daughter ever try 
she coudnt make him love Annes face ever again

© Pavas Chauhan  

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.

© Linda Alice Fowler  

The storyline changed without a warning,
Leaving me in endless mourning.

They say, “Stay in the moment,” but
how can I stay
When all I have left are your yesterdays to replay?

My mind wanders, reliving the wonders—
Your smile, your voice, and the love I still honour.

I am still here and embracing life;
I just falter a bit more since one of my wings has taken flight.
Missing all the moments that could have been,
Searching for answers within.

Hurt—
Clinging to the echoes of your shirt.

The fabric left behind
Soothes my heart in kind.

The remnant of your beating heart
Is the glue that held me from the start.

My mind conjures different endings;
In each, you are still standing.

The wonder of the mind keeps me safe,
Wrapping me in a cocoon amid the tragedy I face.

One more day of grace, I shout,
To breathe in deeply and breathe out.

Lift,
Savour,
Prayers,
Gift.

© Lise Clendening  

A little Soul that loves me
As I love her.
I made her so.

Our solitude, like snow.
That silencer of trees - whose
Leaves of thought fall softly.

Though born of trees, she never falls 
For I control her every move. 
And she will never fail me -

For frailty is flesh and blood
And Love that’s won.
Not made.

This little maid of paint and wood
Will never age.
Nor die, diseased - and weary.

New Puppeteer! - New Life!
Her strings can be repaired.
Her eyes - re-stared.

My fingers lose their grip on her
As she outlives My Life.
My Love. And so - 

I Gift this World this pretty Soul
Who stole my heart
And steals the Show.

© Merlynda Robinson  

Poem that is written with each gentle kiss

Music I play twitching the corners of my lips

Art brush paint four magnum opus till death

Final one I will whisper with my dying breath

© Beatrix Macabre  

I’m not sure what to get you this year, Mum.
It’s so unprecedented.
I’d usually opt for chocolates or wine,
Or a candle maybe, that’s scented.

Do you remember that time, years ago,
When I made you mint creams at school?
But ate them all on the bus ride home,
gave an empty packet to you!

I felt bad about it and the worst part?
I felt so sick, I threw up.
But you didn’t mind, you just thanked me and smiled.
As you cleaned your own present up!

I cant make you a roast dinner.
I can’t give you a homemade card.
You’ve always been easy to buy for,
But this year mum, it’s so hard.

I know I could bring you some flowers,
But I can’t bear to watch them die.
Without your tender loving care,
It’s hard for anything to get by.

So all I can do is sit here,
And think back on all the years,
Sorry mum I don’t have a gift for you,
Just an endless supply of tears.

© Sarah Portrey  

I saw you, looking at me
From a decent distance
I took my notice
And offered you calm resistance

I moved, you followed
Respectful, just waiting
Providing circumstances
That guided me toward participating

Finally, I cried out
"I need no nurturing here
I have defense mechanisms
Keeping me from slipping a gear

...I love manual transmissions

Besides, I've lived a lifetime
Without personalized care
Pouring into others
Never questioning what is fair

...dang it all...there is something...there

Rejection is one thing
Abandonment, another
What is that blackened chord
...death of my mother"

I passed it on to Daddy God
And watched Him restore and connect
The doors of Mama's house, opened
Revealing the elect

Beautiful sounds all around
Celebration of LOVE abiding
Never more, an orphan
Preparing, once again, for whatever fear is hiding

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-23-2024

© Trudy Schrader  

After deciding
To skip this one too,
Soon enough
Her face turned blue.
Thinking what damage,
Could a skipped meal do?
And if one won't,
Then so won't two.
So she sleeps on this one too.
What's a little bit of hunger?
Nothing new.

But she finds herself in one of her biggest fears,
The sound of a siren filling her ears,
Red and blue lights blinding her eyes.
Accompanied by her mother's cries.
Who is wandering back and forth,
Wondering how she couldn't have seen,
That what the news talked about,
Had caught her own teen.

But now it's too late.
To take back what she said about her weight.
To tell her to wear all the dressesshe made her hate.
Now it is far too late,
To change what her daughter-
Chose to be her fate.

© Words Of Are  

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.

© Marissa Faries  

My butterfly girl
By Michelle Morris
17/04/2023

You're my butterfly girl 
And I think of you each day
I love and miss you so
Through all my tears and heartache 

Every time I see a butterfly
I love it when it's near
It reminds me that you're close
And it's your sweetest message 

I am struggling with your passing
The pain just ebbs and flows 
I wish you could be back here
To give us a chance to know

What our life could've been
If you had stayed around
All those daily moments
That people take for granted

I know you're trying to help
With God's precious Angels
Their hugs and healing soothes
But can't cancel out the heartbreak 

I'm trying to do my best
Keeping busy with being human
But there are days I hear the clock ticking
And I feel the time is too much to use

You'll always be my butterfly girl 
And I'll think of you each day
Remember that I love and miss you so
Through all my tears and heartache 

You're smiling down from Heaven 
I feel your love and light and healing 
You'll always be my butterfly girl
My darling sweetheart beyond earth 

© Michelle Morris, 2023

© Michelle Morris