Daughter Parents Poems | Examples
These Daughter Parents poems are examples of Parents poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Parents Daughter poems written by international poets.
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.
If you are disobedient, I will disinherit you.
This was said in a mean way with a snotty face.
the young woman felt sorry for her mother.
her mother's attempts to control her belittled her.
I love you Mom, she told her, but not your ways.
She resolved to never raise her children like her mother.
She raised them far away, and they had no contact with the woman.
No idea that their mother had a mother.
She has not bathed for a week or two
Those pajamas have been on her at least six days
She complains of aches and pains
Moaning she has no friends
Listless, lifeless, and lethargic
Her parents are beyond worried
There is a knock on the door
A friend enters
“Let’s go party!”
Their sloth of a daughter turns into a carnival ride
Leaves twenty minutes later bursting with energy
Wearing a sequin dress, high heels, combed hair and lipstick
You cannot outguess a fifteen-year-old daughter
My dearest child, please hear
You are still underage
The world you do not fear
Its strength you cannot gauge
If fixed to go away
Don’t bring on dreadful shame
That will make it certain
Ever stamped on your name
Life demands a hard climb
As building often does
Can take a long, long time
To overcome what was
Beware of what inflames
That injures, wounds, and maims
Don’t misuse and defame
That precious gift, your name
I will always love you
And listen for your knock
Know the door you left through
Will always be unlocked
I am... my son,
who shines my lights so brightly,
who defends my side knightly.
I am... my daughter,
who shares my cares silently,
who keeps my secrets quietly.
I am... my grandson,
who keeps my life living lively,
who won't even let me sit idly.
I am... my granddaughter,
who hugs me very tightly,
who holds my hand so slightly.
I am... my parents,
who raised me ever so rightly,
who sacrificed politely.
I am... my God,
who is the best inside of me,
who gives me love eternally.
I am... my family!
My family... I am!
Go sit in the orange dinosaur! Grandma said sternly.
Yippee! Her grandson shrieked with joy.
She gave him the look but he did not see it.
Her daughter was not fooled one whit.
Some punishment, she said to her mother.
Letting him swing in the orange dinosaur swing.
It’s what I would have let you do, her mother replied.
And you would have figured it out.
She could not argue with that.
Mama allowed her daughter freedom to dress her way
Noncustodial dad who rarely came by wanted to have his say
She dresses too provocatively, he said, but they chased him away
He had never contributed anything to her, by the way
She looks down on the marriage
Picture of woe
Words of, told you so
Open your eyes
Fool in disguise
Pretty doll dressed in white
Porcelain pieces shiny bright
Escaping from words
I told you so
With nowhere to go
Dreams like the flowers
Withered and gone
Just like the fairy tale
That didn’t belong
Porcelain girl
Dreams so bright
Closes the door
Into the night
Keepsake of a picture
Pretty in white
She tried her best
Just wasn’t right
The girls a woman now
Daughter in tow
Harsh lesson for grandparents
Who didn’t want to know
Now they live with the words
I told you so.
bubble gurgle bubble gurgle bubble bubble bubble bubble
he is as relaxed as a puppy, tiny bubbles on his mouth
worn out from today’s stroller ride; April air does this to him.
my husband and I take turns peeking at him, to see if he is breathing.
he gurgles and bubbles, unconcerned, dreaming baby dreams.
four months old, and we cannot remember life without him
have we ever been more in love in our lives?
Just one other time, when our daughter was a baby.
There we sat, a sunny afternoon
The barbie lit, not quite enough flame
Her father fans it, wife tries to explain
Happy families. Two language game
I’ve nothing in common, forgotten their name.
I let myself go, release my sarcastic mood
We’re all inane smiles personified polite
He’s waving at the barbie dust on the food
My wife hangs on to her rage a soaring kite
Mother and son know not the time to be rude
Daughter-in-law’s parents, peasants afar
My stepson, squirming, cursing his luck
New allies for her, from now on life will suck
Mum kisses his head, he’s her pride and joy
His life’s anonymous, she cuddles her boy.
Why does Mom shut her door
What is she trying to hide…
Doesn’t Mom have a right to privacy
She’s not making her daughter cry
Mommy made the living and did all the housework.
Daddy was a thinker, a writer, a dreamer.
Mommy worked jobs for over sixty years.
Daddy was an idealist, an intellect, a planner.
He stayed in the house, writing his novels.
Children understood the message.
Daughter has a sturdy marriage, she and her husband both work.
She has decided if he quits his job, she is gone.
Son understood the message too.
He is a dreamer, a write, he wants to be supported.
Yesterday his sixth wife divorced him.
We will visit your Girl Scout camp we promised our daughter.
Headed down to Tennessee on a Saturday morning like we ought’er.
Arrived around six a.m. thinking the campers would be awake.
No one was around in the empty buildings, for goodness sakes!
Where are they? My husband asked. It’s a ghost town here.
We finally drove around the camp honking until we heard “oh, dear!”
It was our daughter’s voice. She did not say it with cheer.
What is wrong? Asked a bunkmate. “My parents are here!”
We were asked to come back at a decent hour.
Which surprised us. No one had had a bath or a shower.
We came back at noon wearing our umbrella rain hats.
Your parents are hilarious! Said the founder, Miss Pats.
*Image of Mount Olympus by Pixabay.
Wedding Top Mount Olympus
Daintiness gauges in the light
Harmonia illuminates the Hall
Aphrodite and Ares delighted
Cadmus finagles an approach
All of Olympus in observance.
~Elysium shines~
2022 January 26
Our daughter is a Democrat
Our son, a Republican
He's labelled her a bleeding heart
She calls him a Trumpity-Dumpity-Man
My wife and I saw an opportunity
To finally move them out of the house
In our son's room we hung a poster of AOC
In our daughter's closet lurks a robot mouse
When they finally left, we breathed a sigh of relief
Until we looked each other right in the eye
~ And started expressing our own beliefs