Heart Mother Daughter Poems | Examples
These Heart Mother Daughter poems are examples of Mother Daughter poems about Heart. These are the best examples of Mother Daughter Heart poems written by international poets.
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.
With soft touch of hands
mother smooths creases of fear—
folding in embrace
touching quivering candle
fingers humming haunting hymns
Love requires no hands
it invents its own language—
wing, beak, paw and lick
a body curled up to care
whispers —'you're safe'
Whales cuddle up close
dolphins ring rosy halos
seals seek safe harbors
penguins bow against the wind
birds soothe with beaks and feather
Love without fingers
a current that wraps and lifts
a tide unbroken
it cradles the heart within
steadies the faltering steps
Such love needs not touch—
it listens, watches, imbibes
hovering in care
joining two hearts together
with spirit of motherhood
"LOVE, just four letters for a very powerful word." By Poet
Why does life start out from a loving mother,
only to be given to another?
This loving mother cannot care for her,
as a tiny baby makes a stir.
A loving mother will sign papers that will cut like a knife,
making a decision effecting her and a new life.
This is all out of her control,
a mother with fear in her body and soul.
As her body now shakes,
she must sign the papers even if her heart breaks.
Her loving tiny girl lays in a pretty pink blanket all wrapped,
a mother can not abandon her or have her kidnapped.
Will the true story ever be known,
about a mother filled with love but on her own.
A baby that came from heaven above,
and about a price one put on selfless love.
whispers calm the night
g e n t l e hands that g u i d e my way ~
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Her heart was pure; she was not fearful of the woods.
Shadows mean opportunities; she was curious and excited.
Her first opportunity to show grandmother her new red cloak.
Her mother cautioned her to be closed and aloof.
Little Red Riding Hood laughed at this warning.
She was eight, innocent, enthusiastic, and open.
Whatever happened, she could handle it.
She kissed her mother, picked up her basket and was off.
Her mother had an uneasy feeling, which she tried to ignore.
She would not be happy until her baby was safely home.
A little sparrow,
Chirped and jumped
Around his friend
Still and cold
In hopes of warmth.
With every leap,
A plea to thrive
He turned and twirled.
The little sparrow,
Seeking help beneath
The fading light,
Chirped and jumped.
(Based on a true event.)
Born on the islands that gleam in the sea,
Born in contentment and born to be free,
Raised in your midst with your faults as they be,
Gone is my daughter, sweet Persephone.
And any flower that blooms in any part,
Has bloomed before that in my aching heart.
And she had taught me - what the summer meant;
And in her passing, is my summer spent.
And every tree shall weep its leaves for her;
Nor shall a single petal raise or stir;
Nor shall my barren heart give any ease;
And worthless gods with worthless men shall freeze!
And you who lived so long upon my smile,
Have stole its source, and shall now face my bile!
A fleeting vision and aura
Hidden
Deep in the recess of my mind
Under the cover of darkness
Toying with my psyche
Reading my mind
Undisclosed thoughts
Inner monologues
Coaching
Guiding
Escaping reality for a fleeting moment
Feeling my soul spirit
Whispering
Softly,
So softly.
Words escaping from my lips,
Echoing,
Bouncing around like an electric current—
The jumble of my brain,
Like a jigsaw puzzle,
Searching desperately for a missing piece.
A link—
Broken.
The silence screams.
Empty.
A hole where my heart used to be.
Golden light shimmers, dust motes dance,
reflecting in my husband's gentle heart.
A still pond, calm and deep,
where childhood laughter plays a part.
He carries food, warm and bright,
hot idli's, crisp dosas, spicy chat.
Through streets of childhood, memories light,
her eyes, star-filled, like a child's glad hat.
Her belly, a tiny, budding world,
filled with hopes and dreams, so new.
He brings back tastes of days of old,
a carousel of joy, revived and true.
Each tiny dish, a whispered prayer,
to nurture a future, soft and strong.
His love, a constant, gentle care,
a symphony of righting all that's wrong.
Her pregnant glow, a moonlit scene,
by his devotion, beautifully shown.
Each offering, a loving, precious mean,
a heart of gold, forever known.
A mother's love, a guiding star,
Illuminates the path, near and far.
Her gentle hand, a steady guide,
As a girl's dreams, she holds inside.
With every lesson, every word,
She nurtures dreams, gently heard.
Her heart, a beacon, burning bright,
Fills her daughter's world with light.
A mother's love, a constant grace,
Empowers her, to find her place.
Her education, a cherished gift,
With a mother's love, her spirit lifts.
Hold each precious moment close, a whispered prayer, for in your heart, a tiny universe takes care. This is a time of magic, a dance with the unknown.
Embrace the wonder, let your spirit, like a seed, be sown.
The world slows, bathed in the soft glow of anticipation.
Let intuition be your guide, a compass leading you through this uncharted sea. May every gurgle and flutter be a melody of love, a crescendo of life's sweet symphony.
This is a time of transformation, a metamorphosis whispered on the wind.
Embrace the changes, daughter, for within you, a masterpiece is being shaped. You are a vessel of creation, a weaver of dreams, and in your hands, a tiny miracle begins.
Pearl
Mother gave me a string of rare pearls
Passed through Maternal blood to every girl
Not all at once, but one at a time
When needed the most or by her design
In times of confusion, heart break, or joy
When days were quiet, nights dizzy with noise
Each precious pearl memorized
Passed to my daughters, this gift of the wise
Mother gave me a string of rare pearls
Such valuable wisdom in a man's world.
Who had chicken soup
Simmering in a kettle,
Momma did ...
Letting the flavors mettle
Who baked sugar cookies
Shaped with a cookie cutter,
Momma did ...
And made with real butter
Who made things right
When all else was wrong,
Momma did ...
And it didn't take long
Who didn't give up
Nor ever let me,
Momma did ...
That's where her heart be
Who loved me always
Just the way I was,
Momma did ...
Simply ... because.
Back fifty-three long years ago, she left;
my Mom- at the young age of fifty-five.
Yet, she is always with me every day;
my heart and memories keep her alive.
Three growing grandkids she embraced and loved;
her gentle heart they shared for just a while.
Then, years flew by- two generations grew-
to crown her Great-Great Grandma with a smile.
I feel her presence in the things I do,
as part of her still grows and lives in me;
and everything she taught me carries on,
as I, a Great-Grandmother now, can see.
In clouds, I often see her gentle face
and know that she's with God, and not her grave-
for she's my Saint in Heaven- there to be
the inspiration I will always crave.
Sherrie was loved, felt it every minute
Her mother was a cuddler, a hugger,
She had a good heart, and was kind
She never wanted to grow up
But she did grow up, and became a terrific mother
Hugging and loving her own children
Swaddling them from the world for a time,
Showing them they were blessed and loved.
And her children did the same with their children
Love begets love