Parents Rhyme Poems

Johnny's parents owned a bakery, selling cakes and yummy confections.
Though only nine-years-old, Johnny showed interest, asking questions.
 
He was soon making tasty cookies, to the...

Read More

May we be blessed as parents…
when our children look at us they see…
the type of person throughout their life..
whom they would like to be.

...

Read More

The seeds of war are planted 
in the soil of greed
within the garden of an unholy trinity.
Children of the poor sent off to war
to weave...

Read More

We are accustomed to a variety birds who, after we fill our feeders, find a way
to fly up, perch a while and have a snack...

Read More

just give me paints and some brushes, the little girl said.
She had drops and drips all over her face and her head.
Her overalls were saturated...

Read More

That moment arose when I wasn't feeling too good
Didn't get a monthly reminder as I normally would
I was unsure if I should tell you or...

Read More

May we be blessed to understand…
This simple truth…about family….
that many parents have learned along the way:

If we want to be in our children’s memories tomorrow
we...

Read More

May we be blessed as parents to know…
when thinking about our legacies…

We can hand down houses, cars and money to our children
but the greatest legacy...

Read More

Parents mold their children just like a pan to a cake
How ever you're instructed gives your life it's shape
What you're taught as a child you...

Read More

Every day that I see you I see you as a strong lady
Through many trials and joys taking care of your babies 
Who can speak...

Read More

Robert Cabot Sherman, Jr. was an All-American boy.
To his parents, Robert Cabot Sr. and Juanita, he was their great joy.
Gifted with acting skills and a...

Read More

She lays the carpet on the floor as though a regal dress;
Each loving stitch sewn by her hand displays no sign of stress;
The time has...

Read More

The psychic tattoo
of paternity
darker than
fate’s blackest ink

The guilted knife
of maternity
cutting you
near to the brink

A prodigy alone
in the shadows
offspring of
scorn and disdain

Begging for love
and acceptance
from parents
—...

Read More

Polly Pleasance was seven years old, like the decade soon is going;
She had so many pretty dollies, like deep purple pansies, showing.

Polly took care of...

Read More

It's not red, like they said.
It's white, green, pink, blue
And all other fascinating hues.
Not the grays I am used to.

I was told there is no...

Read More