Child Parents Poems | Examples
These Child Parents poems are examples of Parents poems about Child. These are the best examples of Parents Child poems written by international poets.
For you are nevermore.
Your eyes' last light
never illumined mine.
Death prompted us
to be hasty -
curbed childhood,
sped me past stop signals,
headlong onto adult carousels.
But we must agree over how these hours are
moving against our wills.
I've remained still until here,
grasping a rumpled-up grocer's receipt
with this budget-buy pen,
confident of words
I have space to admit now
and bury in poetry's
kinetic cemetery.
I'm sure I loved
your faulty teeth's scattered English,
its determined guidance.
I wished my life
had been adequate
to cover your shortfall
as you had covered mine
back when I was all but novelty.
Parental love is not a scalar measure,
it’s giving each child the individual support and care,
devoid of judgment or comparison,
without favoring one over another.
I do not pour the vastness of oceans in a single spoon,
nor do I capture the rainbow rhapsody in a single frame.
For me, one child is the gleam of the morning light,
the other, the soft shine of the twilight tinge.
One is the ebullience of the cascading stream,
another, the calm depth of the bottomless sea.
I love to the full the one in front of me,
enticing me with unique identity,
until moving away from sight, not from mind,
giving the space in my heart to the other.
If God gave me multiple children to love
And one day, one of them came and asked
“Mom, who among us do you love more and the most?
“All of you, my sweetheart!” I’ll say with smiles...boast -
“For you’re all my precious gifts from God
He gave me the most bounteous blessings and love
Each time I gave birth and heard your cries
Pain of labor brought me million-karat smiles.”
I’ll hug that dearest child and call the rest
Alternately sit on my lap giving my warmest embrace
An equal treatment with steadfast sacrifices, love, care
A parent’s love dousing their jealousy anytime, anywhere.
As parents,
we never know what a child will ask.
All we can do is,
be prepared.
Out of the blue I was asked,
"which one do you love more?"
That was an easy question and answer.
When I give out cookies,
each of you get the same number.
Because I love you each equally.
I saw you for the first time today as a lady.
You were sitting in the sand in the late day sun,
Your face framed by the broad-brimmed hat.
You smiled so beautifully under that,
That even your father could see the lady inside.
I saw you for the first time on your birth day.
And I thought I’d never seen a song til then.
But angels whispered and parents prayed
So fervently that angst was stayed.
And the Father blessed the lady inside.
I saw you for the first time as a woman.
It had somehow not occurred to me til then.
That you could have a life apart from me
Or anything other than this family.
But even fathers, someday, must see the lady inside.
baby angel boy had one task today
He had to choose his parents or heaven-stay
He watched the potential couples all day long
none seemed perfectly right, they all seemed wrong
Then he saw a child who needed a brother.
He prayed for a baby boy, with his grandmother.
Baby angel boy told the angels he had chosen and felt wise.
When this couple found out, it was an enormous surprise.
They had been told they could not have another child.
But God is good, and prayers are answered whether tame or wild.
Kindergarten mastering fun and games.
Time to focus on drawing pretty pictures.
Mom and Dad are proud.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
children are a parent's best teacher on coping with life
the child is father of the man
...got that right
...my kids taught me how to become one
"Every time I catch a glimpse of you, I wonder... when did you start looking so much like me?"
"Every time I steal a look at you, I see so much of myself staring back."
tough love
some say it is the best way
so they toss their child out with the trash
she climbs back in the window
huddles under her blankets
praying you won’t find her
you do not feel guilty
you do not care
you are a parent who is stressed and strapped
for forty-six years you have coddled her
working three jobs whereas she has had none
whose fault is this?
when I tried to be me.
Ben (my son)
told me
(the academic,
politically-correct
child of mine)
to shush.
Inspired by My Darling Little Sister, My Punky
yard sale
next door
just four
with cash
christmas
shopping
gift picks
her choice
angels
adorn
each roof
over
salt pep
houses
shakers
perfect
gift for
parents
parents
open ~
angels
hold scrolls
pep reads
‘p house’
salt reads
‘s house’
mom nods
mouth wide
dad squirms
eyes down
too thrilled
for words
girl child
believes
I thought my middle child needed to have a play date
She did not agree, but I knew she’d love it once it began
So I invited a five-year-old; his parent brought him at eight
It was a Saturday morning, my plan was grand.
Five minutes after the mother left my, child came to me.
Take him home, I am done with him, she said. Her name is Tee.
I thought she was kidding, but she was not. His name was Drew.
I spent four hours trying to entertain him, I wish this was not true.
Winter Roses
Bite of bitter blues
Winter’s wanton gloomy ghost
Haunts the Halls of Hope
This chill kills, no frills
This frozen frost, crispy feet
Wish I was inside
Wish you were beside
Christmas lights to smile and see
Memories don't fade
Green is painted white
Blooms hide, bulbs stir, life moves on
All except your rose
Each year at this time
She appears here to remind
Beauty still surrounds
Wild, you warm my heart
Colour of snow yet glowing
Love lingers on leaves
How I miss you, Rose
Your smile that nature adopts
Still the flower grows
Another winter
Another year of absence
Rest peacefully child