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Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: beautiful, child, love, mother, my child, mystery, parents,

Mysterious Child

Entirely made of us, yet somehow not
a part of us, how can you even be?
Why can’t we feel your thoughts and dreams, and what
are you if you are neither him nor me?
Though severed from you, somehow we feel tied
to you, as if they’d never cut the cord,
We started you, you grew and kicked inside
my body, and besotted, we have poured
all hope into those perfect, tiny hands,
For reasons only love can ever say...
Yet loving you won’t help us understand
your world; you are a universe away.
You’re so much more than we can know or see...
You’re perfect sense, yet total mystery.


24 September 2018
For Beautiful Mystery Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton 




Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angel, art, baby, beach, beautiful, beauty, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, devotion, dream, fear, flower, freedom, goodbye, grief, hope, life, lost love, love, sorrow, travel, tribute, uplifting, war, water, woman, write, me, earth, me,

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, caregiving, character, child, children, creation, earth, family, feelings, friendship, growing up, heart, home, love, meaningful, mom, mother, mother daughter, mother son, mum, my child, my children, nature, poetry, pride, relationship, simile, son, strength, symbolism, together, tribute, true love, trust, truth, write, writing,

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: death, emotions, lost love, my child, sorrow,

The Outside Door Visitor

The door was stiff with rusted bolts but I did my best the pool of sweat and the rain of tears can all attest. There were whispers and taunting from fear but great determination and anticipation covered my ear. In the heat, your loud, sharp cry gave me the feel of snow so healthy in appearance and weight- new life in a show. My new found love exponentially grows which I’m about to promote thinking differently, my blessed child sees the world as remote. Sensitive to every touch, already proving social yet gone and missing was existence’s marshal. Making me wonder if that was its exact command praying and wishing it faces nature’s reprimand. My heart anticipates whether it’s a prince or princess but life in union with death is a deadly incest. You touched down on planet earth with your face looking up the sky you just landed but to acquire your wings and fly. The inevitable crossing to the other side wasn’t your intention I was ready to pull the heavens down for an intervention. Ten minutes after the miracle, joy bathes a soul already faded but at the same time life is mocked for the blessing to be shaded.


Poem Details | by Anna Hopper |
Categories: love, my child, silly, sweet,

Dear son

Too big for his britches, too small for his cap
Just the right size for mama's lap
He keeps me in stitches, the things he will say
"Oh let him stay little", I repeatedly pray
A little firecracker with spunk to spare
He walks in the house and strips down bare
Not a single piece of clothing, not even a sock
Demands to be naked, stubborn as a rock 
Bath time is the best if you'r ready for some fun
Not a dry spot on the wall by the time he is done
There is something about that boy that tugs at my heart
An emptiness inside, when we are apart 
His little blonde curls and sweet little face
A perfect little person, thanks to God's glory and grace
I love that he needs me and doesn't want me to leave
Lord knows I need him too, more than I need to breathe


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: daughter, love, , Lullaby,

My Child My Only Child

Quieter than usual I stand alone in my veranda looking over a lamp-lit street-bench Across the ocean a plane lands down onto the runway where my wind- swept words would not be heard and my mascara stained cheeks will not be seen. Lost I whisper "Farewell my little child Farewell Go chase the stars Live life Count a thousand ways to smile Spread those wings Fly free Build up your destiny Go girl Explore the world Ride on its golden wheel It takes you places magical places wherever you want to be Do all the things you aim to do Believe in all that makes you you Walk Run Run through lavender fields Don't turn your back on the foreign breeze Its sweet Its soft Like I described it A million nights into your sleep. Oh my one my only child a maltese beauty with noicettes eyes with sweetest charms and hazel hair When was it that you turned into a lady of a kindred soul and a smile so fair Oh my one my only child with a determined mind and a spirit sublime In my absence Do not fear In lonely silence seek me and I'll be there Shawling your solitude with sudden care Humming a lullaby on our old rocking chair Covering cold nights with blankets of love Whispering stories about God above. Oh my one my only child I know there's cursed distance that will keep us apart but distance is only a grain compared to my heart Its the heart of a mother that beats to your own And wherever you are It keeps on protecting you It keeps being your home. My child My one only child.."
Ps : My daughter Christina is only four years old , but a mother sees not only the past and the present when She thinks of her child, the future is a vision She thinks of from day one with soul, heart, and mind.


Poem Details | by Louis Venter |
Categories: child, children, i love you, love, my child, parents, relationship,

If I did not love you

A poem for every parent.

If I didn’t love you, would I say I care?
Would it matter where you going or what you have to wear?
If I didn’t love you, would I want to hear?
Everything you did today while I hold you near.

If I didn’t love you, would I ever say?
“Come let’s kneel down and thank our Lord for yet another day.”
If I didn’t love you, would I say goodnight?
Would I tuck you in your bed before switching off the light?

If I didn’t love you, when you feeling ill.
Would I take your temperature while you suffering with the chill?
If I didn’t love you, would I stick around?
Listen to your cruel insults, fighting on this battleground.

If I didn’t love you, would I let you go?
Praying that you’ll see the light and know I love you so.		


Poem Details | by Casarah Nance |
Categories: mother, mother daughter, my child, parents,

I Love You Already Baby

Explosion of every emotion,
  a rickty, tickty, roller coaster ride.
Acrobatics of anxiety
  it's my pure joy, I cannot hide.

I've got this life growing inside me.
  my blood is making her heart beat.
I can feel the tumbling movements
  and every push of her little feet.

Cravings like I've never known,
  bacon bits on a vanilla ice cream cone,
As my body gets bigger quicker,
  I realized I will never be alone.

Everything must be ready,
  the baby needs a teddy bear.
I know this girl will be a beauty,
  I need some ribbons for her hair.

I toss and turn all the night long,
  I'm so nervous and excited I could cry.
A heart full of love, I'm growing wings,
  I'm so ready that I can't wait to fly.

Then comes the day, my little girl
  takes her first breath and melts my soul.
We are two pieces of the same puzzle,
 and this lovely girl makes me whole.



Date: 7-28-2018
_daughter is 7 now_ :) :)


Poem Details | by Gabrielle Jordan |
Categories: child, love, mother, my child,

To The Prodigal Child

If I could deliver myself to you 

on a silver blanket

that is flouting on a lofty cloud 

with wine and cheese and all that you please

and NYC nights and summer lights

 
that will be my gift


If I could comfort the pain 

that stretches through your thoughts

and holds your hands heavy 

to your head

 
that will be my wish


If you lack the guidance and strength

in sheer loneliness 

to make right decisions

my strength and any wisdom 

that I have encountered

 
will be your wings of flight


The moment that you face inequity 

injustice

raw hatred 

of what I created you to be


I will be your warrior


If at the moment of sheer question 

of our Universe

of our God

overwhelms your very being

Unable to take any more


Lie still

 
I will go in your place


Poem Details | by Anna Hopper |
Categories: growth, i love you, mother daughter, my child,

Grow for Molly

Grow tall
Grow your horizons, wide
Grow up
Grow on the inside
Grow yourself, all around
Tower above me
And smile down
You can grow, rapid
Or you can grow slow
Grow at your own pace
As long as you grow
Grow a little
Everyday
But baby please
Don’t grow away


Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: age, allah, courage, day, dedication, education, fantasy, feelings, kids, freedom, friendship, future, girl, growing up, happy, heaven, how i feel, husband, life, love, marriage, me, men, mirror, mom, mother, my child, people, psychological, relationship, self, simple, social, sorry, student, success, sympathy, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, thanksgiving, words, youth,

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


Poem Details | by John Weaver |
Categories: care, caregiving, devotion, love, my child,

Who Cares For The Carer

By John Weaver & Dedicated to Liz

Who cares for the carer? is the question that I ask.
Who is helping them help another with their overwhelming task
Who is trying to ensure they remain healthy, fit and strong
As they nurse and feed the one in need all day and all night long?

Who thinks about the carer? is the thought that comes to me
When all thought is for the needy and that’s the way it ought to be
But just a little bit of thoughtfulness would not go astray
For the one who works and struggles without a thought for pay.

Who worries about the carer? is my other great concern
If they should fall to sickness where would the needy turn?
The one they love is the one they want and on whom they depend
To wash and feed and dress them and to be with them to the end

Who would care for the needy? is the fact we have to face
If something happened to the carer then who would replace
That committed and devoted, caring loving soul
Who gave their all without complaint in a hard and stressful role.

But we know who will care for the carer 
When their mortal coil is through
When all their earthly labours get the recognition that is due
When at last they can rest eternal with no further demands
In peace and joy and secure in the Greatest Carer’s hands.



Poem Details | by Christina Holmes |
Categories: angel, baby, beautiful, beauty, birth, birthday, black african american, children, christian, daughter, dedication, faith, for her, hope, innocence, joy, little sister, love, miracle, mom, mother, mother daughter, my child, my children, poetry, religious, sweet,

Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger






Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: christian, faith, god, home, hope, jesus, love,

Welcome Home, My Child

Getting sleepy with eyes falling tired
Drift away into a new sense of wonder
Longing for purpose that seems to fade away
With every step, God whispers, "Stay...
"Slow down My Child, you're going too fast
Take a look around at My Home for you at last
Take all in the Love I have for you
And don't fret over fear of what I want from you
I love you Child more than you could ever know
You are My Child; I am your Home
And I will never let you go
All I want is for you to love Me too
Welcome Home, My Child
I love you."


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: angel, anniversary, art, august, autumn, baby, birth, birthday, career, celebration, celebrity, child, creation, dream, film, i love you, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, magic, moon, mother, my child, my children, nostalgia, people, poetry, success, sun,

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight 

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


Poem Details | by jaremy mount Jr |
Categories: abuse, beautiful, beauty, best friend, birth, birthday, candy, care, caregiving, celebration, change, character, child, childhood, children, conflict, confusion, courage, cry, forgiveness, hero, i love you, journey, life, love, mom, mother, mothers day, my child, my children, parents, son, sorry, thank you, thanks,

I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on mei dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
 
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
 
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
 
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would haveit would have saved us all alot of pain
 
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
 
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything


Poem Details | by Gen Cambridge |
Categories: abuse, granddaughter, i love you, my child, suicide,

Life is so precious, so hard to keep

Life is so precious, so hard to keep.
Daddy died, a baby were discovered.
Secretly growing in my young daughters body.

A mixture of all cultures, all races but my first chance at a legacy.
The clashes in the mixture were brutal 
The blows were deep 
The killing words, the verbal harassments, the evil projected onto white faces 

A beautiful child, chubby cheeks, vibrant smile, loving nature searching to be accepted by those she loved Asking little with so much to offer 

Oh how I love that child 
I want to protect her 
I want her to be safe 
I want her to know that someone loves her unconditionally 

But it is not about me..
She is now an adult...
I have no right to her business...
I can not save her life

 Whether this love can be transmitted over thousands of miles is the question 
Whether she feels this love...and the love of God that can pull her through 

My beautiful child
 Please find that strength
 Please recognize the beautiful person you are 
Please live.


Poem Details | by Karissa Kelley |
Categories: angel, child, cry, death, feelings, children, goodbye, grief, lost love, love, memory, mom, my child, parents, sorrow, star, stars,

Sweet child of mine

The stars they used to bring tears to my eyes
Dark skies, I cried as I prayed for daylight
You were my fragment of pain
I became swallowed in memorys of darkness
That used to come and go so haunting, the loss of you
Still is killing me, for you were gone so suddenly..

My first child
My first love
Now all I have left
Are the stars above
Not to mention
The glow of the moon
That always reminds me
That you were taken too soon
Tears fall down my cheeks
When your name is spoken, that's when 
These demons become awoken
The heartbreak
The despair
Losing your child
Is too much to bear
Sleepless nights
Dreams full of terror
Seeing the pain in your eyes
Everytime you look in the mirror

I can look at the stars now
With hope, instead of pain
You my child, did not die in vain
You will live through me, glow bright star
Glow.Glow for me
And for all of 
The mommys to see
Be my guidance, keep me from the ledge
To you child, this I pledge:

I see your glow and I can now smile
Though I might shed a tear every once and a while
Just because, I'm missing you
But I promise I will pull through

Thank you spirits
Thank you stars
For welcoming my child
With open arms
Keep him safe
Give him love
And let him know I am with him
Everytime I look above..


Poem Details | by Aidan Gilbert |
Categories: addiction, care, dad, father daughter, i love you, my child, sad,

To Love My Only Daughter

To Love My Only Daughter
By: Aidan Gilbert 

I wanted to be the best father
To love my only daughter
But a cold war struck my blind eyes
Left my love inside in a knotted tie
This war slowly kills
And I don’t have a will
A will to fight against it
Because of that my daughter took the biggest hit
She was only six
And my life I couldn’t fix
I remember
On a cold November
I took her to her ballet class
And when she was backstage I snuck out to my car and hidden alcohol stash
I would come back and see her dance
See her on that stage prance
See looked at me with a huge smile and those big brown eyes
I had to step outside and cry
Her in her beautiful pink tutu
I’ll never love her like she wants me too
Lilly 
Always said when I’m drunk I’m acting silly
If only she knew I won’t be there when the sky is blue
Or new
Only when the sky is grey
With this alcohol addiction I won’t change my way
And the worst of it is you can’t take the sting out of my heart
Because sadly I don’t regret anything from the start
What kind of man am I
To let my only daughter later cry
Because later she will see
The man I chose to be
After her ballet class I took her home
But in that car my drunk mind started to roam
It all happened so fast
It happened in a flash
I passed that red light
My mind was having flashes of us once flying a kite
Then we hit the semi truck…
We didn’t have the time to duck
I remember in that hospital room
I woke up too soon
My shame was hard to hide
I had lost all of my pride
I knew I might never see my daughter again
I knew I probably didn’t win
I looked over at my wife
Drained from her was life
She was shaking
Waiting to see if her daughter would be waking
From that day what I remember best
The doctor came in depressed
He said Lilly did die
I started to cry…
I knew I would never be to tell her I love her again or say goodbye


Poem Details | by elizabeth landon-lane |
Categories: daughter, forgiveness, life, love, mother daughter, love,

My Child Grown

If you were in honesty here
Standing real and flesh in front of me,
And the things of life were different from the now of it...
I would take one deep breath
And look upon you fully grown to beauty;
I would take one strong hand into my own
And say to you:

Give in earnest to me..no debt,
And the love I cannot find in this life
Nor anywhere but books and dreams...
Give in earnest to me
With no insidious touch,
Your honor for my honor...
With every trace of desire evident
As a twice told truth
Shining behind some forged, implacable masque
Confronting me...

And even in the wilder moments
When I wonder in a fevered mind
Made brittle with the yearning,
If this is all invention made desperate in the need:
I merely have to see
My own wounded soul
Sprawled upon the floor
And wonder again if it would have been different at all
If you were here....

I love you,
Daughter Mine.


Poem Details | by Julie Mckoon |
Categories: baby, growing up, high school, mother son, my child, true love,

To my grown up son

My hands were busy through the day I didn't have much time to play the little games you asked me to, I didn't have much time for youI'd wash your clothes and your hair, then I'd sew and cook with a care, but when you'd bring your picture book to share the fun look in your eyes as I dare say a little later sonI'd tuck you into your warm bed all safe and soundI would read you a bed time story and then gently stroke my hand across your head slowly, I'd sit there beside you listening to your heart beating while you sleep then I'd turn out your light and whisper in your ear I love you good night my sonFor life is short and the years rush past us, and my little boy grows up so fastSo all the picture books are put away and there are no longer games to play, and no more good night kissesMy hands once busy, but now are still, the days are long and hard to fill without you it's lonely in heart but another day will pass that I wish the little things you asked me to I should of done, I'm sorry I love you my son.


Poem Details | by Kirstie Fontes |
Categories: daughter, happiness, love, my child,

Pregnancy number two

Pregnant once more, a surprise she would beI was carrying a baby, dependent on me Since I already had Shelby, no fear did I feelJust excitement and doubt that this could be realIt wasn't an easy pregnancy still, the doctors we're worried that I'd get quite ill
She was so strong as she moved inside of meEvery hiccup and kick, filled me with gleeAt the end there was worry as her movements grew less, the doctor decided that induction was bestAll at once I was filled with fear, my eyes overflowed as they started to tearMy
heart beat strong and knew she'd be fineNothing could take, this baby of mineLabor was hard, the pain quite intense, but didn't last long for that I was blessedThere was no pushing, from me she came fastCouldn't wait to be born and meet me at lastWhen finally I held her, it was plain to seeGod sent an angel, down to me.


Poem Details | by Brent Cloyd |
Categories: daughter, i love you, life, my child, nostalgia, princess,

Her Name Is Brittney

Brave hearted, an ambitious soul

Raving beauty, tip of the knoll

Intellectually tops the poll

Thoughtful friend, able to console

Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll

New adventures in her life stroll

Exceptional, she has big goals 

Yearns for actions that make her whole


Poem Details | by Roger Horsch |
Categories: child, love, mother, my child,

A Mothers Promise

I promised I’d always love you
from the day I gave you birth.
I promise I will love you more
Than anything on Earth.

I promise I will be there
Every morning when you wake.
I promise the love I give to you
I’ll never, ever take.

You are my life..You are my joy
You’re everything to me.
I promise I will do my best
and someday I hope you’ll see.

How God had finally answered my prayers
By blessing me with you.
I’ll always be there ‘til the day I die
‘cause my love for you is true.


Poem Details | by Tracy Marie Windisch Mason |
Categories: beauty, daughter, hope, love, mother daughter, my child, nostalgia, romance, strength, teenage,

Blossoming

 

The Blossoming

Within shivers
Hot like
Ice
Hides he
Phantom yet
Passes her
Daily
Hides 
She
So shyly
Dark tresses
Unsure
Within
This
Diamond like
Shines
She
Tentative
Within
New
Ability
Halls grow dark
And 
Only
He 
Haunts her
This want
Disco ball
Of tentatively
She
Walks within new 
Wants
Cursed within
The 
Exquisite 
Like shards pang
Desperately
A lullaby 
I can
No longer
Bring
Hold her so
Close
Yet so far
Away
This new life
For 
In Solo
So
Exquisite
She sings

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Poem Details | by Danitra David |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, beauty, daughter, i love you, joy, my child,

just Lacey

Little angel came to me just before the dawn
A screech she did exhale followed by a yawn:
Charismatic, joyful happy soul shared her life with me
Every single day, month that has gone by: 
Years she shines sunlight in my eye


Poem Details | by Caroline Cécile Delacroix |
Categories: faith, inspirational, loss, love,

My child, My pride

This child In whom I pride Born of my flesh and blood Taken from me on a cold night, My cries And I Time after time Look high and low, tireless As I sense, yet see not where you hide, Sent spies At night To roam the skies And throw my shooting stars That you can see my Light conquers The night And I Have heard your cries Keep your eyes on lightbeams A force that will turn you alight And I Will find You, and you, I Tied together as one Melting all fears and tears; in you I pride. © March 2012


Poem Details | by Victoria Reome |
Categories: children, kids, grandmother, i love you, mother, mother son, my child,

I love you more

Your my dinner date
white-cheesey mac and cheese 
Mommy don't forget
my not-too-hot-green-sweet peas

game nights and holidays
when I get to be the hostess
are kept next-best to
Mommy I love you the mostest

when money's tight 
and the hot rod leaves us carless
I pull myself together
to reply, I love you the farthest

you wanna dance Mom?
we are the flyest
swing spin twirl
Mommy I love you the highest

music and boogy
burdens become their lightest
I've got you this time
I love you the brightest

"get dressed" I say and say  and say
these underwear are clean Mom
I just put them on 
yesterday

to myself I often think
small is how I wish for you to keep 
but then you'd never grow or know
that my love for you runs deep

when you're hurt tired or hungry
Your need for me is clear
I love that I'm the one you ask
Mommy will you wipe my tear

bedtime stories snuggles hugs and kisses
you ask will I stay up the latest
and keep competing
Mommy I love you the greatest

kiss your head rub your back
and tell you get some rest
Mommy I still love you more
but Grandma is the best


Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: birth, birthday, blessing, celebration, child, cute love, my child,

A Galant City Unmatches Your Greatness

You are extreme in beauty perfected by builders who constructed all your planking with pine trees from Ivory coast and made a mast for you out of the combined crafts from brown ebony and snake wood Out of the oaks from Bashan your Oars are made and from the cypress wood of Cyprus your decks crafted and inlaid with ivory. Your awning of blue and purple fabric are from Egypt and the inhabitants of America would be your rowers. These rowers will bring you unto the high seas you’ll become full and heavily loaded in its heart the countryside shakes at the sound of your sailor’s cries and all those who handle an oar will disembark from their ships The whole of Europe is your trading partner in choice garments, Cloaks of blue and embroidered materials and multicolored carperts which are bound and secured with cords in your market place. Your deals encompasses constant exchanges of turquoise, Corals, rubies, wheat from minnith, white whool, wrought Iron, Cassia and aromatic cane. Costal lines are your trading gardens and Roman ships will be the carriers of your goods. Your captains are your wise men and your wise men are the elders of Spain and Portugal who take charge in repairing your leaks. Your skyline will shade the sun and your islands, enrich the oceans you’ll be the wealthiest in culture and diversity because of your traders and visitors trooping from all corners of the Earth. Come forth now and prosper for greatness and fortune await your enrichment.


Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: baby, beauty, inspirational, love, mother, my child, silence,

Love Speaks with Silence

          Hush, Hush my dear child
          stillness wakes as you cry
          silent night the stars fly by
          darkness releases the clouds comply

          Soft winds blowing with quietude
          while your nestled on my chest so tranquilized
          your soft breath gives silence a beatitude
          for my child you are my paradise

          A love of two forever quite serenity.

T Reams   copyright 2015