Short Parenting Poems
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I bought myself four yogurts
by morn they were all eaten
Bought my kids four more
~ unsweetened
when two
dissolve marriage,
resilient parents
continue trustworthy passage
for young
I
Faith is a safe place in the Universe
II
Science & politics mock childlike faith
III
Parents, politics say: trust me, I know!
Mother Goose and Father Time
All together had children nine.
Love ruled hers,
His were let free.
All wound up productive, happy and fine.
May we be blessed to embrace the irony
that the faster our children grow…
if we want to keep them close to us…
we have to let them go.
mama taught me
not to drag my feet
as i walk through the sands of time
a thirsty soul might come looking
and find their way
to the watering hole
~ footprints
Unnatural disrespect toward teachers
Angry child trusts no one
A disconnect somewhere
Unnatural disrespect toward mother
Bereft child has learned
That no one can be trusted
Parenting is for everyone when you grow up each day
You have good feelings n bad feelings day by day
You have to know the children everyday
To make sure thinks okay in everyway
My kids are always crying.
I’ve tried trains and games and Lego Sets
But I don’t know what they like.
Exhausted, I turn on the TV
All is quiet. Together,
we sip apple juice and watch cartoons
May we be blessed as parents…
knowing there will always be something as parents we lack…
that our children understand
even when we are not there to hold their hands
we will always have their back.
Fat people are harder to kidnap I'm told
They eat more so ransom's increased ten-fold
Seems hardly worthwhile
They were looking for a pile
Got the ransom and a lesson in parenting untold
The super low-grade low-brow, low-born guy
Is not at all a low life, but we don’t know why.
Possibly it is the resolve of is sainted mother
She made most of her parenting mistakes on his low-brow brother.
May we be blessed to always show up for our children
In 3 important places…no matter how much they’ve grown
In front of them…to cheer them on
behind them…to have their back
and next to them…so they’ll never feel alone.
Parenting is now a
full contact sport
No lines demarcated,
no rules to enforce
The children still babies,
the adults still kids
Diapering the future
—attached at the hip
(State College Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Here’s how you do it
Let me show you
Be it art, music, or carpentry
A role model is key
Yet when it comes to parenting
Not every parent shows
For not every parent is qualified
As their children all too well know
romance is a TV schedule--
your first kiss doesn't win final rose.
parents might require parenting.
your father's absence was sufferable.
you'll parent the other one soon.
your first rum ends with murder.
alcohol poisons resilience!
.
Quickly feed zip-zoom
Babies in the trumpet shaped nest
Can't take time to rest
you do your best
forget the rest
no place for regrets
remorse it only begets
children are willing to forgive
to find harmony live and let live
parents admit they’re just human
omniscience just an illusion
AP: 3rd place 2020
Brooke Hampton…a children’s book author
Is where I’m pulling today’s Nella’s blessing from:
Speak to your children
as if they are the wisest
kindest
most beautiful and magical humans on Earth….
for what they believe…
is what they become.
Awesome
Blushing,
Chocolates
Disliking
Growing kids feel smarter, making parents suffer!
sage slivers of truth
bandied about by children
who learn from parents
absolutism
learned at daddy’s knees
reinforced by mom
school shakes them up
new ideas from others
often changing them
not from the teachers
from their knowledgeable peers
who know everything
One look. You smile, you nod, you fall for him
Eyes enchanting, breathing dead bark of tree
Showy singer, poor nest, pretentious whim
Yet, expert in stumping, purrs when with glee
Takes up parenting with love, face never once grim
So uxorious, love-rich. Why ours not so be?
she is overprotective, pushing helicopter parenting craziness to the edge
she chaperones her daughters on dates, sitting in the middle of boy’s car
father is at the end of his patience, perched on a precarious parenting ledge
threatening to leave if her helicopter parenting goes much more far
I spied them through our fence.
They sparred with knuckled fist,
a father with unruly buck
beside back door for violent ruck
that stag was bound to win.
Young eyes that saw that vile display
did not forget that horrid day,
and now know just how close
that same scene could have been.
Whatever you do as parents remember this one thing
If you please…
How the raising of your children is a lot like planting trees:
You nurture them with your time
your energy
your food
your water
your sun
But it isn’t until years later…
while sitting in their shade
you know how well you’ve done.