My Daughter Poems - Poems about My Daughter

...White Ted looked flat; that hair and pyjama bed smell. She was getting heavier My bleary eyes trying not to sleep. Bone protruded from flesh, blooded the seat and gearstick; leaning in b......Read More

...We hadn’t visited for a while. I looked forward to seeing her smile. We came as often as we could. Probably not as often as we should. Mom was in a Nursing Home. Dementia had set in and she st......Read More

...September 2017 continues: Damian was preparing to leave his Girlfriend's house. Damian said, His farewell. Then left the Giovanni Premises. Meanwhile the Hakim Family uncles included, concoc......Read More

... For My Mother and My Dayghter 9/23/2023 I whispered, “ Mom, I’ll take you home.! No nursing home halls will you walk, all alone. Yo......Read More

... Can blackwater lilies sing forth sonnets of daylight and unsung those cacophonous notes of camouflaging omen, which rhymed with grief-stricken elixir of spruce rivulets and veiled your crim......Read More

...Hens are not meat eaters They do not like it at all But the giant sixty-foot hen had the beach combers running that fall She strutted back and forth Giving them all the evil eye I think it is ......Read More

...School has a new Headteacher He is a bit of a dish (by all accounts) Although my daughter was .. "meh" Her friends quietly wish To acknowledge his Easy on the eye appeal by each Not disparag......Read More

...To my daughter who never listens. Life is not as simple as a cliché. It's not lullabies and butterflies. Not all sounds are soothing, not all flowers are faithful. It's not as relaxing as a re......Read More

... My daughter asked me What should I name baby, Daddy To answer is tempting ~ but as a parent, I daren't......Read More

...The sound of wedding bells, I hear My daughter’s maiden flight, so near Festive celebrations, in full gear And nuptial gaiety, so much in the air This letter I write to my daughter dear To c......Read More

... Don't Worry About Me Don't worry about me, I'm dead, you see. You can pray to the saints, and you can pray to Mary, but I'm dead, you see. You can look for me reincarn......Read More

...Haikus of Suffering Your memory rains Sorrow drenches me with tears. Crashed... last fifteen years. Now sixty-two... old. I have no young grand-children, but one abortion. She lef......Read More

...What am I waiting for? I am waiting for the day I find a place where I belong. I am waiting to swap my pain for compassion. Waiting for the strength that is yielded by embracing the hurt. The kin......Read More

...Needless to say I never went back.They all thought it was because of their extraordinary skill at helping me to see that womanizing,wife beating,piece of work would never change.It was however my br......Read More

...Since I was a very small girl I have dreamed of a house.A house chock full of treasures that I would idly rummage through.Here I would find a cupboard full of quilts,beautiful elbow length teal leath......Read More