My Child Poems | Examples of My Child Poetry

On my walk this morning…I noticed the child I used to be who, it seems, has been sleeping all these years…decided to take a walk with me. I said, “Hello!” to my young self…from a time when I was smaller… He looked me up and down then said, “I thought you would be taller.” Then he started asking questions…as...

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To all my children, may you please be aware! I don't always show it, but I will always care. Each of you have been a great gift to me. Your births made this man happy as can be. Each came to this world in a very unique way. Causing me to humble, seek God and to pray. I'd like to share...

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an ache I carry reminds me she existed her—absence, presence ...

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It is quite common to kiss 'ouchys' on those wee. At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy. I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see. Soon, he called out with words that completely shook me, "Mom, it washed red and sore, please come kiss my pee-pee." Shopping, strolling him down the grocery store aisle where female...

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To be a strong man is a lesson to learn We must deal with heartache after we are born No sorrow, no remorse for any man It must begin in childhood when your mind can ascend Be tough with reality to see things as they are To get beat over and over until you can't take no more Fall down...

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Lay your head lad, upon my breast. Stay safe in my arms, Mama's nest. Take from me nourishment you need. Wake for a time so you may feed. Then back to dreams of angels song. Been away from them, not too long. For from heaven, you came to me. Your destiny waits, but now... sleep....

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A love I have never met A foreign soul Half of my being A love I would die for My heart, your heart Scared to hear it at times Because your heart is so small That it makes mine cry Alas a dead end Denying the truth A message well sent A mountain I can not move An ocean of tears, A tree that won't grow The clouds will...

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Her grandfather called her to their front yard, “Come here, my child.” “I want to show you how to mend this net,” he said tenderly, his fingers weathered like the ropes he held, gnarled and worn like ancient driftwood. But her gaze drifted towards the horizon the pull of its horizon stronger than the weight of his quiet hopes. “I don’t want to...

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doomed to be sold to a brothel her fate was sealed when she was born if at birth her mother kills her should she be an object of scorn...

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A poet gives birth to a poem, Just as a mother gives birth to a child. The child looks after its mother When it becomes grown; So, does a poem take care of its poet, When it becomes well-known....

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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...

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If the world wasn't crushing me, Who would I be? If I wasn't stuck in survival mode, And I was able to dream, If breathing was a little easier, And my heart didn't beat so loud, What would I spend my energy on? What would my life be about? Would I cease to exist? Possibly find some joy? Would life have some...

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Proceed, my child proceed With a smile on your face With positivity and grace With compassion in your heart Proceed, my child proceed With strength in your mind leaving weakness behind With stars in your eyes Proceed, my child proceed With progress as your aim All the hardship you can tame With determination and zeal Proceed, my child, proceed ~Indira...

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Fate is so cruel to have brought you, into my life so late, pain hides in my roses, love is asking me to wait. I lie breathless and dying, darkness is begging for the moon, I asked for you, the wolves will be here soon. The night will be cold, I hope it snows, I tried to hold on, but I must go. I hear...

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As crashing waves collide with sand, It’s pictured in the water's sway– relentless, as a tide's demand to wash the tracks of yesterday. Yet, as it ebbs, new prints appear in place of those erased by sea; each step an echo, crisp and clear, a silent, screaming memory. Her eyes, like windows to the past, as forceful as the ocean's surge– to heal, then break...

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