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101 | 2018-02-27 22:00:30 | Waiting For Daddy | 4.63 | Daddy can you feel me Do you know I'm near I wished that I could be with you To wipe away your tears I know you're hurting daddy I see it everyday If only I could help you see I really am ok Heaven is so pretty daddy Me and mommy's there We're spending time with Jesus We'll be waiting for you here But you have things to do down there Until your time is done Oh but when that day comes daddy Into your arms I'll run... more by Barbara Bailey |
This is a poem I wrote a few days after my niece and her 4 year old daughter Alyssa were brutally murdered on Christmas morning. I sat down to write and it was as if Lil Alyssa took over my hands to get this message to her daddy, I could almost hear her whispers in my ear. Rest in the arms of the angels Amanda & Alyssa | Barbara Bailey | July 2007 | 15 | 317 | 1075 |
102 | 2018-02-27 22:00:33 | Handprint | 4.61 | You were lying in my arms, As I tried to say goodbye, "It might be for the best," they said, But I knew that was a lie. I gazed at your little handprint, Given to us that day, You wouldn't feel pain again, But I wanted you to stay. You fought for every breath you took, Never letting go, Until one day God made you His, Leaving all of us below. Although you couldn't walk or talk, Or even count to ten, Your short life had more impact, Than a hundred million men. -Daddy (written by Tony Doiron) more by Tony Doiron |
My youngest daughter Charlotte passed away nearly five years ago at the age of two. Each year I write a poem to honor her memory. Handprint was written for the third anniversary of her death. It is interesting to see the different stages of grief reflected from year to year. I hope you can feel this poem, as I do. | Tony Doiron | February 2011 | 27 | 284 | 489 |
103 | 2018-02-27 22:00:38 | Words From Mommy's Heart | 4.60 | Thinking of you and your sweetest smile I close my eyes for just a while, As I lay and think of you Your love of gum and how you'd chew, And how you tried so very hard To blow a bubble, but spit your gum across the yard, I think of times spent at the park And how you'd want to stay till dark, The time you tried the balance beam All by yourself, falling off with a laughing scream, Or the many times I helped you along The monkey bars though you were so strong, The way you'd shout "weeee" going down the slide Hands in the air like a stampede ride, The way you ran around a tree Yelling at everyone "you can't catch me," I think of the nights you would try and stay up And how you'd ask for your Tinkerbell cup, The many stories that we'd read And how you'd roll around your bed. What I wouldn't give for one more night To tuck you in all nice and tight I'd give you kisses and sing our song And tell you I love you and to be strong I'd tell you not to worry, and that we're all okay And even though I wanted to I couldn't make you stay I know that you are happy now, and you're in no more pain And this again I promise you, your loss was not in vain So take my word here and now I make this to you my solemn vow Forever shall I love you, and keep your memory Until that day that once more, I can hold you close to me. |
On the evening of Nov 13, 2011, my fiancé and I where awoken by city police to inform us that our daughter had been taken to the hospital by ambulance (from her bio dad's) for a fall down the stairs. Once at the hospital after seeing the condition of my sweet 6 year old girl and asking a lot of questions, we were informed that she was suffering from blunt force trauma. Nov 14, she passed on quietly surrounded by loving family. I think of her every day and can't wait for her justice to be served. |
Kyla | April 2014 | 6 | 157 | 250 |
104 | 2018-02-27 22:00:39 | If I Could Hear Her | 4.59 | I see your teardrops falling I hear you cry my name I know you can not see me but I hold you just the same I watch as you lie abed as restless as can be I hear your whispered words as you pray for dreams of me every day for you is painful each breath, each step you take but as the wise mom I know a future you will make I envelope you in my love as for me you use to do it's hard to see you in such pain forever the strong one's been you although our lives' journeys have bid us to be apart I am with you, you are with me always in our hearts |
My daughter, Alishia Vaughan, died March 2008 when the wind blew a tree onto the vehicle she was riding in. I had been truly blessed to have my daughter as my best friend. Then God decided she was to come home at the age of 20. The poem came to me late one night. I believe she was trying to tell me this. | Carolyn Ferreira | November 2013 | 13 | 340 | 454 |
105 | 2018-02-27 22:00:45 | My Sweet Amy | 4.57 | The first time they laid you in my arms, you were so small and precious, the perfect gift from above, and in an instant I fell in love. From a girl to a woman, I would watch you grow, it was the perfect plan, you know. But I didn't realize just how it would happen so fast. I just wish that I could go back and relive the past. For the plan I once had would no longer be. When God called you home I felt so all alone. The day we had to part left a big gaping hole in my heart. Now every day I wake and cry, for I never had the chance to say goodbye. Then I think of your laugh and smile, and know I will see it again in just a short while. I often speak your name.. now all I have are memories and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake, with which we'll never part. God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart. I will miss you and think of you with love, and know that you are with our loved ones above. Rest in Peace, Amy Sue Love, Mom |
Our 29-year-old daughter was the middle of 3 and the mother of a 6-year-old daughter and 2-year-old son. She was taken from us May 21, 2012 from "Polypharmacy" (too many prescription drugs in her system). The police came to our door, and I instinctively knew it was Amy and she was dead. I relive that moment every day. It gets harder every day she is gone. I lost my best friend. Her daughter looks just like her, and sometimes it's really hard not to cry in front of her (bitter-sweet). |
Bonnie Dodd | May 2015 | 5 | 166 | 103 |
106 | 2018-02-27 22:00:48 | Dear God, Please Take Care Of My Little Girl | 4.55 | Dear God, please take care of my little girl, The one with big eyes, and soft brown curls. She was special, as you should know, I really didn't want to let her go. She touched the hearts of everyone she knew. Letting her go was so hard to do. Her smile could brighten up the darkest room. I wish you didn't have to take her so soon. Could you sit and rock her and read her a story, She's probably afraid, please tell her don't worry. Tell her mommy loves her and wishes she could be here, But it won't be for many more years. She loves to sing all kinds of songs, Please tell her that she did no wrong. Would you comfort her and hold her in your arms tight, And tell her she is missed every day and night. Please tell her she is loved so very dear I'll say it every day for her to hear Her short life on earth is now completed For lessons I'm sure you felt I needed Tell her I promise to see her again someday When that will be, I really can't say I promise to make up for the time that's past To hold her and comfort her, in my arms at last. more by Terry Gouveia |
My daughter passed away at the age of 3, she was A-plastic Anemic. | Terry Gouveia | March 2012 | 4 | 289 | 337 |
107 | 2018-02-27 22:00:52 | My Precious Daughter Lindsey | 4.53 | I remember it well, the day you were born Everyone was happy, smiling faces adorn The epitome of what every baby girl should be You were loved so much, anyone could see. A year passed by and then came your brother You didn't know how to handle having to share your mother You adjusted and grew close to your brother Robbi Two of you inseparable as two could ever be A year and a half later, you fell ill I prayed to God to give you strength and will You fought hard and clung desperately to life Until God summoned you home on that cold December night Twenty-six years have passed slowly by Robbi's grown into a man, so handsome and shy I know we'll be together some day Until then I just have one thing to say I love you, I miss you so terribly My baby, my precious daughter Lindsey more by Terry Gouveia |
On January 5, 1983 I gave birth to Lindsey. When she was a year old, her brother came into the world. Being only a year apart, they became really close to one another. In November 1985, Lindsey became ill from a virus doctors could not identify. Doctors struggled to save her life, but on December 22, 1985 at 11:45 pm, exactly two weeks shy of her 3rd birthday, Lindsey passed away. A life time has passed since that day, but I still love her and miss her as if it were yesterday. |
Terry Gouveia | February 2012 | 1 | 19 | 125 |
108 | 2018-02-27 22:00:57 | For My Daughter Crissy | 4.52 | Gentle Savior please look down, There's someone by your side, A small bewildered four year old, That needs you as her guide. You'll know she's Crissy if her smile could melt a heart of stone; She's lost, for she has never In her short life been alone. There was no stain on Crissy's soul, No hatred and no fear; You must have loved her even more Than we who mourn her here. When night falls, could you tuck her in, And help her with her prayers? I'd give so much to hear once more Her footsteps on the stairs. Please kiss her silky brow sometimes, And give her joy and peace; The glow she brought to all our lives, Will never ever cease. Written by her mother in loving memory of Christina Lynn Barber born: September 17, 1976 died: September 16, 1980 |
When our daughter Christina drowned the day before her 4th birthday, I was 5 months pregnant with our 3rd child. With a 2 1/2 year old at home and a new baby on the way this was a very difficult time for us. By the grace of God and lots of prayers we did manage to get through it and go on. We still think about her, miss her and wonder every day what she would be like today. I know that she is in a better place now. We love you Crissy. Love mommy and daddy, brother David and sister Hollie. |
Kathy | November 2011 | 12 | 23 | 212 |
109 | 2018-02-27 22:00:59 | Ode To Katie | 4.50 | I hopelessly sit here, Like three years ago. All the candles are lit, No "Sweet Angel" to blow. I look up to the heavens, And shout out "WHY??" The silence is deafening, They don't hear my cries. Just one last quick puff, That's all I ask for. Do I ask for too much? As I slumped to the floor. Yet again with dismay, I feel no breeze. No wind on my face, Just me on my knees. I fight all the demons, That lurk inside me. I would let them all out, But I can't find the key. This battle is fought, every day of my life. I hope I'm winning, But it's not a fair fight.. You can throw theology, Right out the door. The bottom line is, She's with us no more..... She lives in my mind, Which is very confused. I just wish I could see her, Put on some shoes. She lives in my heart, So we're never apart She's with me today. As it's pumping away. Yet my soul is still searching, For the love that I lost. So hard to find peace At whatever the cost Then I look to the heavens, And I desperately cry. "Please, just one more puff" No need to ask why ......... We Love You Baby, Dad & The Girls Penned for my "Sweet Angel's" 17th Birthday... Curtis A. Richards |
Just some thoughts on the hardest cake that you will ever make ..... | Curtis A. Richards | January 2012 | 2 | 28 | 129 |
110 | 2018-02-27 22:01:03 | Angels Cry | 4.50 | Why must mothers say goodbye? Every time children die - The angels cry. Stop the hurt and stop the pain. Never any gain, just a nation's shame, a laughable blame game. Only headstones remain. Sisters and brothers ripped from fathers and mothers. Empty chairs and empty beds, fill empty homes - hung by threads. Let our children play and shine. Just a day without that headline. Safe in the streets and safe in their beds, no bruises and bullets - we beg! Why must mothers say goodbye? Every time children die - The angels cry. more by Adele Maritz |
My daughter, then 8 years old, was shot and killed during a house robbery in 2011. I have always written poetry and used this as an outlet for the roller-coaster of emotions that I went through. This is my personal favorite as there are thousands of mother in South Africa living the nightmare on a daily basis. | Adele Maritz | June 2016 | 0 | 37 | 56 |
111 | 2018-02-27 22:01:06 | The Strength You Gave Me | 4.61 | They tell me it's amazing how I've stayed so strong, but they don't see how I cry when I hear your song, they see the smile on my face but miss the hurt in my eye, I would rather seem rude than let them see me cry, I put on this front as I don't want the world to see, the pain and sorrow so deep inside me. I don't act this way cause I'm ashamed to feel the way I do, I act this way in honour of you, because although I hurt right now and my heart is broken, I can't help but feel pride and love when your name is spoken, my strength comes from the love you gave to me, and it's that strength I want the world to see. I will always love and miss you Lexi, that I will never hide, and when people ask me about my daughter Lexi, they will always see my pride, you were so precious and your memory will always live on, I'll never be sad that I had you only that you're gone. My tears are not a sign of my weakness, they are a sign of the love I have inside, they will always fall down my cheeks, when I think of you with pride, they say it takes a real man to admit when he is sad, but how can I be sad when I look at the daughter that I had, I will always have the memories of my little girl, and you will always be my world, Lexi always remember you gave me this strength and that, you will always be your daddies little girl!!! more by Daniel Kerr |
My wife and I had our beautiful baby girl Lexi on 2ND September 2011, we were told something was wrong with her but no one was sure exactly what. That night we were told that she would be dead within 15 minutes. Lexi had other plans and fought hard for 19 days. My wife and I wanted to share her strength with the world and we often updated our friends and wider community through facebook, this helped us to cope better with Lexi's illness and has helped us feel supported in her death. |
Daniel Kerr | October 2011 | 24 | 243 | 570 |
112 | 2018-02-27 22:01:10 | Heaven's Rocking Chair | 4.57 | Are there rocking chairs in Heaven where little babies go? Do the angels hold you closely and rock you to and fro? Do they talk silly baby talk to get a smile or two, and sing the sleepy lullabies I used to sing to you? My heart is aching for you, my angel child so dear. You brought such joy into my life, the short time you were here. I know you're in a happy place, and in God's loving care. I dream each night I'm rocking you in Heaven's rocking chair. more by Ron Tranmer |
We lost a little grandchild to S.I.D.S. When we received the call and rushed to our daughter's home, we found her sobbing as she rocked her little son who had left this world. I wrote this poem in remembrance of that night. | Ron Tranmer | June 2014 | 5 | 600 | 472 |
113 | 2018-02-27 22:01:13 | My Little Angel | 4.57 | I never got to hold you, Or kiss your little head Or watch you sleeping soundly, All snuggled in your bed. I can't count your tiny fingers, Or you even smaller toes I won't see your smile, Or your cute little button nose. You're gone too soon - we don't even know If you're a girl or boy, Our hearts are filled with sorrow When they should be full of joy. I know you are in heaven, Where there is no pain or tears. You'll never get hurt or sick, In heaven there are no fears And though I'm sad you're not here right now For us to hold today I know we'll hold you in our arms When we're in heaven with you someday |
Losing a baby isn't easy for anyone. Losing anybody isn't easy for anyone either. I am lost for words on what has happened with this pregnancy in the last couple months. All I can do is be strong. | April Westlake | July 2013 | 8 | 318 | 815 |
114 | 2018-02-27 22:01:17 | Addison | 4.56 | My arms are so empty to hold you just once Even now I have not cried all my tears I miss you so much that I can not express The only regret, is that I did not love you as soon as I knew I felt scared and alone I didn't know what to do But it didn't take long for you to steal my heart It happen the moment I heard your heart The tears in my eyes, the love filled my heart Little did I know you wouldn't be with us long Those 9 months passed by like a blink of an eye You came so quick and all by yourself If you only knew how proud we are You were such a strong girl but yet so small Your tiny hands, and your daddy's feet You were our blessing then as you still are now You brought us close as we held your hand And even now you still make us strong I'm thankful for your short life And that I was able to give you just that I'll never forget you kicks, hiccups, or the pain I felt It's something that mommy will hold in her heart forever The talks we had or the music I played Even now your always on my mind No one will replace or take your place You'll always be my first And my precious little girl Our angel above Addison Lee Love Mommy Xoxo Someday I'll hold you in my arms once again |
My daughter was diagnosed with Anencephaly, a birth defect has nothing to do with genetics but unfortunately is fatal. I chose to not terminate and it was a decision I do not regret. I am grateful that I was able to hold her even though she was with God. I just hope that if anyone has a similar situation this poem may give them some peace. Writing this helped me through some pain as I am still grieving now. |
Lynsey | March 2012 | 5 | 45 | 101 |
115 | 2018-02-27 22:01:23 | Empty Arms | 4.55 | Holding out these empty arms Cursing my disillusionment Why did I imagine it could be any other way that I could have been content, dreams that's all it was, Mothers arms are not meant to be empty I look up at the sky, tears filling my eyes, Searching the stars trying to find my angel The brightest star I search for Finding it the first tear rolls down my cheek Memories flood back of our short time together Love totally encasing my heart as I look at that star I know you are there baby I will never forget I just can't come to accept as I look that you are so far I would have cuddled and loved you kept you safe Within my arms holding you in a tight embrace I will search these skies for you each night But just for now have to leave you in God's guiding light Sleep well my baby one day my arms and heart will be full again As I join you and give you all that was meant to be more by Linda |
The empty arms are a constant reminder that your baby is gone. | Linda | December 2007 | 32 | 135 | 555 |
116 | 2018-02-27 22:01:25 | A Celebration | 4.55 | Bought a cake on a Sunday For my son's special day, Brought flowers and a toy All for my little boy. Sing a song of "Happy Birthday!" I did While the candle on the cake I lit, And when it's time for him to blow, A gust of wind, so strong, did so, In my heart, at once I knew, That it was him, my son, who blew. Heaven must be celebrating today For it is my angel's special day. | Three months ago, me and my wife experienced one of the most painful experiences in our life. We lost our baby boy, who was then six months in the womb, due to a cord mishap. This poem shows that, after three months, we are slowly getting to accept what has happened, celebrating his birthday every month much like parents celebrating every milestone of their baby. | Mike Salipot | September 2011 | 0 | 15 | 64 |
117 | 2018-02-27 22:01:26 | In Heaven On Your Birthday | 4.55 | Precious in your little frame, You danced into my heart. And with the grace with which you came, With grace you did depart. You held my finger in your hand, And with it held my soul. I fell in love with those wide eyes, One kiss and I was whole. You caught me by surprise The way your only need was me. And I learned I need you too, But I had to set you free. Your monkey feet have left Such an imprint in my life. And sometimes I still hear you, Crying for me in the night. You're in heaven on your birthday And I can see you way up there, With the cutest party dress on And a bow, tied in your hair. |
My Charlyze was alive for three months and I can say without doubt that those were the best months of my life. She did more for me and my family than most people do in their lifetime. She was born with a very rare case of petty syndrome. Being only the ninth case, we did our best to prepare for the worst. No preparation is enough to ready you for the loss of your child. I will always miss my little monkey, but one day I will see her again. I will not have these empty arms forever. |
Krista Nielsen | July 2013 | 2 | 83 | 572 |
118 | 2018-02-27 22:01:31 | Hayley's Smile | 4.51 | My beautiful Hayley, one year old, how great you are to love and hold. Your smile through your tears makes me cry too, because I don't want this happening to you. You're an angel that hasn't done anything wrong and you're a baby that shouldn't have to be strong, but strong you are, as I can see. When you can hardly breathe and you watch and laugh at children swinging from trees and you play peek-a-boo and smile at me, It's like Jesus is letting me know you'll smile again even after you go. And that we need to be strong just like you and remember Hailey's smile in all that we do. For we will be with you again, in a blink of an eye. Until then you will be smiling, though we will cry. |
A mother writes about the experience of losing her one-year-old daughter to brain disease. I wrote this for my daughter who just passed away from a brain disease called Krabbe. | Amy L. Mercer | February 2006 | 2 | 14 | 159 |
119 | 2018-02-27 22:01:32 | Good Bye | 4.50 | It's time to say goodbye and we don't understand why today is the day we lay our little man to rest everyone knows he was the best he was our miracle our dream come true and we are here to comfort you though today we say goodbye just remember he never really dies for in our hearts his spirit lies if he could talk I know he'd say mommy daddy please don't cry for I am not gone imp flying high imp that brand new twinkle in the sky I know one day I'll see you again and until then hold your heads up high and just remember imp standing by for imp the light of the moon and the sunlight in the sky so please be strong and it won't be long till we're together again love your little man |
This poem was for my 4 month old baby cousin that passed away on April 23 2008. He was born on December 12 2007 he was premature he died of S.I.D.S and I loved him with all my heart this poems is to show that when you loose a baby, or a loved one that they will always be with you. his name is Nicholas Joseph Britzki. I LOVE YOU NICHOLAS | Cheyanne Ward | October 2008 | 22 | 97 | 347 |
120 | 2018-02-27 22:01:37 | My Angel Baby | 4.50 | I never got to see your eyes, or hold your hand, or hear your cries. All I have are dreams of you, those of which, will never come true. My heart sank the day that I knew, I would never get to meet you. I had made plans, and had aspirations, if only I had a little more patience. I never thought the Lord would take you away from me so soon. But, I'll never forget that dismal day, around two in the afternoon. The day I knew something was not right, and through many tears I would have to fight. Now, all I do is dream every night, about what life would have been like. What if you really had been born? But all we have a dreams of that, and all we can do is mourn. We will not mourn for you though, because we know you're where you need to be, even though it isn't here with me. You are my angel baby because God wanted you with Him. Now, forever with his angels, His praises you will sing. None of my dreams for you will ever come true, because of that day God chose to take you. But, my angel baby you will always be, in my heart forever, forever a part of me. |
I wrote this poem for a very close friend of mine. Last year, she became pregnant with her first child. At eight weeks she had a miscarriage. It was totally unexpected and incredibly traumatic for her. But, she trusted in the Lord through the entire trial and with His help and strength made it through. So, that being said, I wrote this poem for her and in memory of her baby. Enjoy! | Heather | May 2009 | 50 | 68 | 704 |
121 | 2018-02-27 22:01:39 | A Picture Of You | 4.60 | I only have a picture now, A frozen piece of time, To remind me of how it was, When you were here, and mine. I see your smiling eyes, Each morning when I wake, I talk to you, and place a kiss, Upon your lovely face. How much I miss you being here, I really cannot say, The ache is deep inside my heart, And never goes away. I hear it mentioned often, That time will heal the pain, But if I'm being honest, I hope it will remain. I need to feel you constantly, To get me through the day, I loved you so very much, Why did you go away? The angels came and took you, That really wasn't fair, They took my one and only Son, My future life. My heir. If only they had asked me, If I would take your place, I would have done so willingly, Leaving you this world to grace. You should have had so many years, To watch your life unfold, And in the mist of this, Watch me, your Mum grow old! I hope you're watching from above, At the daily tasks I do, And let there be no doubt at all, I really do love you. more by Deborah Robinson |
Tragically, on 29/9/10, my 25 year old son suddenly collapsed and died. He had been on his own at the time and it was 12 hours before he was found. It would have been instantaneous the Coroner told us. He wouldn't have known anything about it. I suppose that was said to give us some comfort, but how can you find comfort in the death of your child? I loved my son very much and knowing I will never see him again is proving almost impossible to come to terms with. |
Deborah Robinson | February 2011 | 173 | 1692 | 2539 |
122 | 2018-02-27 22:01:42 | For The Need Of You | 4.58 | I need you to touch, I need you to see, I need you so much, I need you with me. My life feels so empty, My heart feels so cold. I need you beside me, I need you to hold. Why were you taken? I ask that each day, But no one will answer, I therefore now pray. I pray that you're happy, I pray that you're safe, I pray that I'll hear you, And that I have faith. That's all I have now I have to believe In life beyond this one, We all must achieve. Come to me, Liam, And whisper my name. Tell me you're happy, and I'll be the same. My life at the moment Is empty and dark. The light that once shone Has gone out in my heart. more by Deborah Robinson |
This poem is another dedication to my son, Liam, who died tragically last September. Since his death, I have found little comfort in anything apart from putting my feeling down on paper and conveying my thoughts to him in this way. I will never forget him, and I look forward to the day we will be together again. | Deborah Robinson | February 2016 | 16 | 337 | 432 |
123 | 2018-02-27 22:01:44 | Life Goes On | 4.57 | It's true what they say, when a child is born, a mother's heart is no longer her own, It runs and skips and giggles and grins, And crawls in her lap, for a kiss on the chin, But where goes her heart, when that child is gone, Is it true what they say, that life goes on. A thousand ninety-five days, and the clock still ticks, 3 whole years, the months - 36, Does the passage of time mean it should make sense, Can loss be measured in time increments. As I yearn for the day when I'll again see my son, Is it true what they say, that life goes on. I still breathe in and out and arise every day, And work, and struggle, and yes, even play, Things will get better, I've been told many times, But "different" is the status for those left behind, Time can't heal all wounds nor break all bonds, Can it be true what they say, that life goes on. In the air and wind, I feel your strong embrace, And your kisses from butterflies that land on my face, I see your smile in the beams of the sun, The twinkle of your eyes now shines in Eden, And I hear your laugh in the lyrics of song, Is it possibly true, that life goes on. It's strange to think that your heart still beats, Inside some stranger, whom I'll never meet, Does he know he carries a heart of gold, From my sweet boy, who will never grow old, So many lives saved by your own, Yes - it's true what they say, that life goes on. more by Cheryl McDonald |
My 26 year old son died from injuries from an auto accident and as an organ donor. The organ donor bracelets phrase, "Life Goes On" inspired me to write this on the 3rd anniversary of his death. | Cheryl McDonald | August 2010 | 30 | 317 | 985 |
124 | 2018-02-27 22:01:46 | When God Comforted Me | 4.55 | From heaven he was delivered As a baby unto you, When God said to me softly I'm trusting you to do Everything that's needed To nurture and to love He's your little angel Sent from me above. You see...spirits cannot be Held, hugged or kissed The body that was his vessel Is what you'll surely miss But his spirit that I shared with you On that one special day That is what I promise To never take away. So he is back in heaven now The earth was not his place He taught you all he could About dignity and grace So as you grieve and weep To see him once again I promise he's waiting here When you get to heaven. visit Colleen Mclean's site |
My son was disabled from birth and was so courageous in his fight to live his life to the fullest. God blessed me and trusted me to care for my son in every way that a parent should. Our son taught us lessons far beyond his short life, but now our Lord has called him to be peaceful and to experience a rest that the physical life did not offer. I did my best as his mother while I was able to hold, nurture, care, and love him. Now I trust that God is taking care of him. My son is blessed. |
Colleen Mclean | April 2015 | 19 | 818 | 765 |
126 | 2018-02-27 22:01:49 | All I Know Is | 4.48 | All I know is.... I will always miss my Nick and long for him. All I know is.... one minute I'm together and the next I'm falling apart. All I know is.... my heart hurts all the time and it has never felt whole since the day he died. All I know is.... the tears won't stop filling up my eyes, soaking my pillows or staining my face. All I know is.... I "Really Really" miss him. All I know is.....it hurts ALL the time. All I know is.....I want him back. All I know is.....sometimes I want him so badly, that I want to go to him. All I know is.... there is no greater ache in this world than my child dying. All I know is.....I love him, even in death, I love him so much. By: Tina Pielstick 10-19-09 |
I am a Bereaved Mother and Grandparent. I lost my son Oct. 23, 08 and granddaughter June of 08. My heart hurts. I have 2 other kids; they are wonderful. 14 and 15 married and live in Wa. | Tina Pielstick | December 2010 | 45 | 186 | 485 |
127 | 2018-02-27 22:01:54 | A Tribute To Tyrone | 4.47 | No words I write could ever say How sad and empty I feel today The Angels came for you Much sooner than I planned I'll brave the bitter grief that comes And I'll try my best understand Tyrone, why did you have to go away Why wasn't it right for you to stay In my heart Tyrone will always be I love him dearly and I know he'll watch over me What I'm suffering seems so unfair But one thing is for certain My love for him will always be there Tyrone, my son you always will be The most important part of my heart's memory I'll cherish the moments I held you in my arms And I'm sure that if you had of stayed longer You would have graced me with your charms A thousand words won't bring you back I know because I've tried Neither will a thousand tears I know because I've cried Now you're up in Heaven With the Angels up above They will take my place for now And they'll give you all their love So go and rest in peace now My little boy so dear For all my love and memories I will hold forever near |
I wrote this poem for my brother to read at his son's funeral... it was a very emotional day for us all.... my nephew never got a chance to grow up; he was taken from us half an hour after he was born.... we will always love him, and he will remain in our hearts forever. | Kily Dunbar | April 2009 | 19 | 476 | 1044 |
128 | 2018-02-27 22:01:58 | A Letter To Brian | 4.47 | Dear Brian, Can you see me when I cry? Do you know when I will die? Is it true you are always near? Is it true you feel no fear? Can you feel the pain I feel? Is it true that time will heal? Do you know that I miss you so much? Is it true you are no longer here to touch? Is it true we are still just one? Will you always be my son? Will I be with you someday? Is death the only way? Will you always live in my heart? Will our souls never be apart? Will you promise to rest in peace, my love? Will you always be my angel up above? Written from my heart with unconditional love, Mom |
My son passed away tragically on July 15, 2016, at the age of 32. My life has forever changed. They say you should always write a letter to loved ones who pass, so this one is for you, Brian. | Carol Cooper | September 2016 | 0 | 79 | 104 |
129 | 2018-02-27 22:02:03 | Just Baby Sitting | 4.44 | Dear God, This is just a little letter for you, because we have an agreement. You are to babysit my little boy for us until we come to see him, I only ask these few things from you, One, please make sure he gets eskimo kisses every day, because daddy loves to play that game with his sisters. Two, please make sure you tell him mommy loves him more than the world sky, space and even the galaxy, that's a game I like to play with his sisters.. Three, tell him big sissy Makayla was so excited to have a little brother she was even willing to share her toys.. Four, Jenna loved to smack mommy's belly and give big slobbery kisses... Five, can you please build a ball park for him to learn how to play baseball, because daddy was so sure he'd be a star... Six, make sure my little munchkin is not a picky eater, we make his sisters try every thing once.. Seven, take a lot of pictures for us to look at when we pick him up someday, we don't want to miss a single thing... Eight, please let him look upon the world to see who we are, Nine, please let my baby sleep with you if there is a very scary storm, his sisters get a little afraid sometimes too... And finally ten.. Like I said we have a agreement, you are only to baby sit him until we get there , after we do Mommy and Daddy can handle the job... Thank you God..... |
I lost my son; he is with God now. I know I will see him again one day.. | Savannah Denvir | January 2008 | 3 | 27 | 307 |
130 | 2018-02-27 22:02:05 | I Love You Son | 4.44 | My dear son! I miss you so much. It keeps hurting, I can't stop crying. My eyes always search for you in the sky. My heart longs for finding you in the heavens. My dear son! I love you so much. I feel so empty without you. I am so scared of my future without you. My heart longs for being around you for my safety. My dear son! You are my angel. I still feel that you are caring me from above. I tell my broken heart that you are still watching me. My heart longs for your care even from heaven. My dear son! You are my protector. I remember you when I feel lonely. I talk to you when I break into pieces. My heart longs for your support even from heaven. My dear son! I was thinking I gave you life. The reality is that you had given me life. Without you and your presence, I can't exist. My heart longs for your company in my heart until I exist. Please be there in my heart. I Love You, Son! visit Ambika Adhikari Tiwari's site |
This poem is dedicated to our son, Bibek Tiwari, who left us at the age of 20 on June 1, 2008. He was a model and caring son and brother for our family. We are so lonely without him. We love you, son! | Ambika Adhikari Tiwari | October 2008 | 153 | 694 | 1858 |
131 | 2018-02-27 22:02:07 | Recipe For Happily Ever After | 4.70 | Today will be perfect In every single way, A beautiful fairytale For your wedding day. The theme of your day Is to have love and laughter And to live your days Happily ever after. Living happily is What we need to survive, So how does one keep The magic alive? How do you light a spark That never goes out? And how does one live a life Without fear or doubt? How do some people manage To keep their love strong? And how do some couples Always feel like they belong? What do you need to do To stay in love forever And make each day special And grow fonder together? Well, these very questions You must address every day. You must take the time To go out of your way, To always share love And always share laughter, To do whatever it takes To live happily ever after. Here is a recipe I think is a must, So let's begin with Always having trust. Don't forget it's important To have total respect, And to always stay loyal To keep your love perfect. You must communicate Each and every day. Three special little words You must never forget to say, "I love you." It's amazing How these words make you feel Happy, safe, and valued, And they will keep your love real. A simple act of kindness Goes a long, long way. Blend it with understanding And you can't go astray. Don't forget friendship. It will help you to cope. Add a sprinkle of faith And an abundance of hope. Remember your smile. It is beautiful to see. It can brighten one's day. It can make you feel free. So my wish for you both Is you always have love and laughter, And I pray that you will enjoy Your happily ever after. more by Ilona M. Blake |
I love writing poetry for my family and friends. I love being able to share with people what's on my heart and have them say how touched they were by my words. This is a poem I wrote for a dear friend of mine on her wedding day. | Ilona M. Blake | February 16, 2018 | 0 | 124 | 10 |
132 | 2018-02-27 22:02:09 | My Little Girl Don't Cry For Me | 4.52 | My little Girl, Don't cry for me I'll be right by your side. I'd never miss out on this day that you become a bride. I'm here with you to hold your hand and give your heart away To a man God chose to take care of you forever from this day. Today, I place your hand in his with blessings and with pride. My little Girl, Don't cry for me I'll be right by your side. more by Chastity | From a deceased father to his daughter on her wedding day. I wrote this in memory of my friend's father on her wedding day. | Chastity | May 2008 | 21 | 454 | 997 |
133 | 2018-02-27 22:02:12 | My Wedding Day | 4.43 | I think about the time, Not so long ago, That when I needed a helping hand, You where the first to know I think about the memories, The good times we've shared, I think about all you've taught me, And how my broken heart you always repaired Now as I stand here today, And reminisce on the past, I think about how hard this day is for you, How fast the years have surpassed But as you walk me down the aisle, Daddy, please don't cry, You know how much I love you, And this is not good-bye As I spread my wings and fly, Look at me and know, That you will forever be in my heart, Even as the years grow I think of today as a new beginning, But my love for you will stay, So walk me down the aisle Daddy, It's my Wedding Day |
As a woman begins her life as a married woman she reassures her father that their relationship will only grow stronger. | Lacey D. Karlek | February 2006 | 2 | 149 | 341 |
134 | 2018-02-27 22:02:16 | Welcome To Our Family | 4.40 | I wanted to tell you on this day; How much you mean to me; And welcome you with open arms into our family; It was so easy for me to see ; Right from the very start The special way you loved my son; The kindness in your heart; Thank you for the happiness; you have brought into his life; I know that he is very proud; to have you as his wife; And on the day that you shall wed; How happy I will be; For my son will gain a loving wife; And a daughter will be given to me; |
I wrote this poem for my daughter-in law on the day that she married my son. She has become a very special part of my life. | Cappy Giachelli | January 2009 | 0 | 1434 | 1541 |
135 | 2018-02-27 22:02:22 | Today's My Daughter's Wedding Day | 4.36 | Today's my daughter's wedding day. And a wonderful thing it is; To see her so excited, So happy to be his. But once she was my baby girl; My first born, love of my life. But now she is a woman, And just became his wife. Once she was my baby girl, Loved her daddy, and her toys; But then, I couldn't stop it, She grew up, and loved the boys. Today's my daughter's wedding day. How fast the time did go; From little feet, and Sesame Street, To a wedding gown it flowed. From golden locks, and lollipops, She grew up straight and tall. From baby things, to a wedding ring; How I loved her through it all. And now she will go forward, To enter married life. To share the good and bad times, The happiness, and the strife. I wish them both, the best of luck; With a prayer that my eyes will see; That God will Bless them with a baby girl, Just like he gave to me... |
This poem was written from the heart while commuting to NY by train. It took a few days, and each day some fellow commuters would look at me with a concerned face because the tears would come each time I wrote a new line. I don't know what they were thinking, but they must have thought I was very unhappy. Little did they know I was happy and anxious at the same time... Eventually, I really did get a beautiful little granddaughter! |
Andrew | July 2011 | 3 | 1227 | 1044 |
136 | 2018-02-27 22:02:23 | Wedding Verse | 4.32 | The time has come to stand side by side The Groom in his glory, his beautiful Bride. They've waited so long for this moment in time To take their vows and say, "Will you be mine?" Marriage is precious and to be treasured. The love that you have can never be measured. It joins you as one, not just with a ring, But a future together and what it will bring. Keep the love alive and make it last. Remember the good times don't live in the past. The bond that you have shows the world that you care, Not just for yourselves, but for the family you share. Who knows what the future may hold. Stay strong together until you grow old. Be there for each other, keep good memories alive. With love and respect you will always survive. Today is your day to cherish forever, Never forget what brought you together. This special time is just for you, A time to remember when you've said "I do." more by Linda Harrison |
I am 65 years old and only started writing poems about 4 years ago. I like to write in rhyming verse, and once inspired by something I get a flow of meaningful words. My daughter and her partner have lived together for 8 years and have planned their wedding for the last 3 years. I wanted to write something special for them to keep, and I read this poem out in church after they had taken their vows. |
Linda Harrison | June 12, 2017 | 0 | 794 | 78 |
137 | 2018-02-27 22:02:26 | My Ashley | 4.28 | My darling daughter, Ashley, I just want you to know wherever your life takes you, my heart shall also go. When I learned that you were coming, it was a wonderful night! But little did I know, my child, you'd become my guiding light. I held you and I raised you, kissing life's pains away; but now there'll be another starting with your wedding day. So go into the world, my love, and chase all the joy you can. Just remember you're still mine, dear Ash. I'm just sharing you with that man. I wish you all life's happiness, love, though now it's with another. But always remember--never forget, no one will ever love you...like your mother. Best wishes with all my heart, Mom |
I rarely write poetry--only when inspired by something that deeply affects me. In this one, it is my only daughter--Ashley Shannon. And if there are two things that inspire feelings in me, they are my daughter and my son. Well, my little girl's not so little anymore. She's getting married. As my children grew up, it was basically the 3 of us against the world. But we made it--together. And now, she's got a fiancé whom she'll soon marry, making him an official part of our family. I love her and want the best for her, although in my eyes, she'll always be my little girl. So I wrote this the morning of her bridal shower to go in her card...and read it aloud because she couldn't make it through aloud. Very few dry eyes remained after I read this simple little set of stanzas. And she will always be, "My Ashley." |
Shannon Smith Harwell | October 2008 | 6 | 527 | 732 |
138 | 2018-02-27 22:02:28 | On Our Wedding Day | 4.28 | Be with me whenever you can. Love me for what I am. Convince me when I am in doubt. Give me hope when I seem without. Respect me, show me you care. Stand by me, always be there. Forgive me if I should do wrong. Caress me when nights seem so long. Assure me, allay my fears. Be faithful throughout the years. Trust me as I will trust you. Encourage my dreams my life through. Be with me whenever you can. Love me for what I am. more by Mand |
I wrote this as the reading for our wedding day. I'd not written before but wanted something personal to us. It's not been shared or published since being so beautifully read by a dear friend on our special day. We're still very happily married 24 years later. | Mand | October 2016 | 0 | 564 | 239 |
139 | 2018-02-27 22:02:31 | Heaven Holds You | 4.25 | On this day of marriage You are watching from above Along with all of us you are Witnessing our love This day is very beautiful As we both have said, "I do". But something is surely missing Without the warmth and presence Of you Above heaven holds you In safeness from the pain Inside your soul You strongly hold Love from us you've gained | On this great day of union, our minds drift to those that can only join us in spirit. | Tammy L. Magner | February 2006 | 0 | 201 | 388 |
140 | 2018-02-27 22:02:33 | Heirloom Of Love | 4.25 | There she sits before her mirror, Primping in excitement, her face flushed. Today is her day; she will never know How much I hurt, how scared I am Of the void she will leave behind. Will she forget me? I'll be replaced By someone new, someone who makes her heart Dance in her chest, a drumbeat. Will he, can he protect her as I've done? I have no choice but to trust... I seethe with an almost-rage, An unfounded, illogical jealousy, an anger For what he is taking from me. I am selfish. She is my joy, my life I would die for her. Today I will. A thousand times. Then she turns to look at me. In her beautiful face I see worry. For me? She sees the unspilled tears She knows. Of course, she knows. She comes to me. And with the smallest kiss, the subtle smile All is well. She is still mine. She will always be mine In a different and wonderful way. She is a part of me. She will move on, she will give others joy, And I am comforted knowing her goodness Will be shared by everyone she touches, And I am okay and proud, and I take her hand To give her to her love, her new life. I swell with almost unbearable pride To have created something so perfect! She was never mine to keep, this supreme being Perfect to me. Shining, golden, priceless... My heirloom of love. And there he goes, that handsome, kind man With his new bride, my daughter, my soul. Does he know what has been passed to him? He could not know, not yet, But time will show him; he will realize. Someday it will be his turn. He will have to pass her essence on, In his daughter, my granddaughter, Our heirloom of love. Will he weep? With loss, with anger? Will he sit alone in his daughter's room Filled with love and happiness...sadness? No, content. A deep breath will help him stand As I do now, and I walk with trembling lips And chin held high. I leave this room. I close the door. more by Angie |
The mixed emotions of a father on his daughter's wedding day. | Angie | May 2008 | 2 | 116 | 102 |
141 | 2018-02-27 22:02:35 | Because He Loves Cocaine | 4.66 | I can see it in his eyes when he comes creeping in. He's been somewhere he promised me he'd never go again. He thinks that I won't know it. He thinks that I can't tell. But he forgets how many times he's put me through this hell. The deceit is never-ending. The betrayal. Silly lies. How can he even sit there and look me in the eyes? I've cried so many tears. I feel all alone. He's sitting right beside me, but he's not really home. This drug has taken over him. It's eating up his soul. It's made his heart so ugly. Black, like a piece of coal. I try to stand beside him. I try to give him love. I beg him to love me more than it, but I'm not good enough. This burden is so heavy. I cannot tell my friends. I pray to God to help him. I pray it someday ends. Please God hear me praying. Please God help him soon. We have a little baby who thinks he hung the moon. He is just 8 months old and I think it would be sad, If a kid as great as him has to grow up without a dad. But his daddy is slowly dying. Killing himself, without a care. I wish that he could understand that this just isn't fair. I have no happiness anymore. It's killing me as well. We always fight. We never laugh. We only scream and yell. This is our lives he's tearing apart. It's not a funny game. It's destroyed our family and killed our love. Because he loves "Cocaine." |
I wrote this because I want him to quit. | Melissa Scott | August 2009 | 39 | 427 | 1217 |
142 | 2018-02-27 22:02:36 | My Mother Vs. Meth | 4.62 | Most days I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs, I want my mother back, who is this monster you have become? I really haven't known who you are for quite a while, But I try to act tough, so I force this fake smile. You love someone else way more than me, Her name is Crystal Meth, and I don't think she'll ever set you free. She's had you in her hands for about 10 years, But all of those years are nothing compared to my fear. Fear of you lying Fear of you dying Fear of having so much faith in you and just being left crying. You wrote me letters from prison and promised the sky, More than 3 years later and nothing but lies. Nothing but heartache, pain, and misery... I GET IT NOW, you choose her over me. You've told me to my face that it was drugs over me, Even that wasn't enough to make me see. Today you will tell me that you are clean. You give me so much hope, then tomorrow it's the same ole' dope phen. I'm telling you now that I am through with you. This comes from my heart and every word of it's true. I can't promise that I will be around to see But when you get tired of that meth, you will see All along you had something way better, And it was your family. I do thank you so much for one thing. Thank you for showing me how important a good mother should be. And to never show my children the pain that you showed me. So, today I officially set myself free Because I know there's a stronger woman in me. |
My mother has been addicted to meth for as long as I can remember. It has affected my life in so many bad ways. I wrote this and put it into her mailbox as a way to tell her that I will have nothing to do with her anymore. | Brittany | November 2008 | 62 | 371 | 1802 |
143 | 2018-02-27 22:02:41 | The Year Of The Dragon 1976 | 4.61 | Beautiful and bright was the Young Dragon. Capable and caring, Sensitive but strong, The life of the Young Dragon Couldn't go wrong. Upright and steadfast, Courageous with might, Who knew the Dragon Would get lost in the night. For the Dragon met Tiger, Who lured him away, Into the jungle Of life's tumultuous way. Down the path of Destruction, sorrow and woes, Down the path of Seduction, deceit and morose. The Tiger made promises Which led Dragon astray, Away from his mother, siblings and wife, Away from the people who'd given him life. Deep into the jungle Dragon followed Tiger. Farther off the path of the good life Deeper on the road of sorrow and strife. And when the Dragon was Broken, desolate and alone, Looking through bars At the life that he'd known, Tiger smiled and nodded his head, For the beautiful Dragon Was standing alone Far from his life, his family and home. But Tiger underestimated The Spirit of love, Looking out for Dragon From high up above. Spirit opened doors By providing the keys, All Dragon had to do Was reach for these. Be strong, Young Dragon, Do what you must, Before vicious Tiger Turns you to dust. Reject all he offers, Come back to the way. We're waiting, Dear Dragon, Please join us today. Come back from the jungle, The Tiger and harm. We're waiting, Dear Dragon, With wide-open arms. The path will be twisted, And hardships abound, With determination as your companion, You'll gain the high ground. Your new life awaits you, Grab on and demand That the Tiger who holds you, Desist and disband. Shuck off your demons, Dig deep down inside, And know that the Spirit Has nothing but pride. Pride for the Dragon Who was led astray, Because Dragon has the courage To keep Tiger at bay. M. A. D. (mother against drugs) Cheryl Chartier Mother's Day May 9, 2004 |
A poem about the perils of drug use written by a mother whose child got entangled in its seductive grip. The child is the dragon, and drugs are referred to as the tiger. | Cheryl Chartier | February 2006 | 12 | 121 | 472 |
144 | 2018-02-27 22:02:44 | It's Me | 4.61 | Hey, you guys, don't feel guilty, It was just my time to go. I can see you're all feeling sad, I can see the tears still flow. My life's journey ended early, The path I chose was short. You all tried your best to change it, But in the end it was for me to sort. I know I caused you sadness, I know caused you pain, But I was captured by these demons, They wouldn't set me free again. They took away my freedom, They took away my choice, And when they got their hooks in, You could hear it in my voice. There were times I tried to fight them, There was a time I nearly won, But they came back and overpowered me, I had nowhere left to run. I haven't really left you guys, I am closer than you know, I will be the whisper in the wind, I will be everywhere you go. One day you will all forgive me One day you will understand And when your time on earth is done I will be waiting to take your hand. |
My partner's 28-year-old son was found dead on the 7th of June after being missing for 11 days. His body was found in a wooded area and was badly decomposed. The family was not allowed to see him or even have a lock of his hair. This was a drug related death, which has left another family torn, devastated, feeling guilty because they couldn't prevent it. It's just another 'junkie' some may say, but no, it's someone's child, someone's brother, and it could happen to any family. More awareness is needed. |
Jacqueline Grieve | March 2011 | 25 | 813 | 679 |
145 | 2018-02-27 22:02:49 | Husband And The Battle Of Addiction | 4.60 | The words that have yet been spoken, the things I need to say, To voice what's within my heart, I just can't find a way. I've fought with my emotions, I've held them deep inside. I didn't want to face what for so long you've tried to hide. I've been lost within the dark for so long I've seen no light. Holding on to the memory of a time when things were right. I've looked upon your face and seen the sadness in your eyes. The battle of addiction you no longer can disguise. I've prayed to find the answers of what I myself must do. And I've prayed for the strength to fight through the hell that I go through. I've held on for so long, but I can no longer watch you die. I cannot fight this for you, but lords knows how I've tried. It's just so hard to watch the ones you love slowly slip away. That's why I just blocked it out and held on to yesterday. I don't have all the answers or the power to save your soul. You're broken, lost and lonely, and I cannot make you whole. This fight is yours and yours alone no matter what I do, For I cannot save you. The only one who can is you. |
Dedicated to my husband who is battling addiction. | Julie | August 2009 | 45 | 460 | 1528 |
146 | 2018-02-27 22:02:51 | Please Stop Drinking, Mom | 4.58 | I smell the whiskey on your breath. And you beg for me to put your temper to the test. You slap me around and call me names. Mom, I'm sick of playing these games. One day it's going to end up getting worse. It hurts me how you yell and curse. Stop it, before it's too late. Mom, this is not your fate. You used to care. You used to be there. Now you've gone away. Mom, please stop today. Bruises and hits. Temperamental fits. All is causing me pain. Mom, stop yelling. I'm not to blame. You're drinking away what's left of you. It's hurting me, and you're hurting me, too. I've cried. I've begged. What more can I do? Mom, I've tried to help. And I've tried to still love you. It's hard when I'm only neglected. When all I ever wanted was to be accepted. I know I'm not perfect, but look at you now. Mom, you've got to stop this somehow. You've beaten me down once more. My heart's broken, and I'm lying on the floor. How much more of this can I take? Mom, please. Give me a break. You brought me into this life. And you cause me all this strife. But are you going to take me out of this world, too? Mom, stop before that comes true. |
A daughter begs her mother who has become an abusive alcoholic to reconsider what she is becoming. | Kayla S. Birdno | February 2006 | 12 | 116 | 864 |
147 | 2018-02-27 22:02:54 | Monkey Business | 4.57 | That monkey on your back, He's a tricky little guy. I thought that he was dead and gone. I thought he said goodbye. That monkey on your back? Turns out it was just a slumber. He woke up and came back into your life, Like the booming clap of thunder! That monkey on your back, He's grabbed ahold of you. His grasp is so insanely strong, I'm at a loss for what to do... That monkey on your back, He's creeping into your mind. You don't see what you're doing. You've gone completely blind. That monkey on your back? He only cares about one thing. He'll do anything to get it. He doesn't care about the sting. That monkey on your back? He'll distract you at all costs! As long as he has what HE wants, He doesn't care what YOU have lost! That monkey on your back... He made you lock the door So I couldn't get to you, When you were dying on the floor... That monkey on your back? I hope he dies and goes to hell! I'm scared that if he doesn't, You'll end up dead or in a cell. That monkey on your back... I want him to go away... But I'm scared that you'll go with him. I don't want that, STAY! That monkey on your back, He gives a false sense of love. But when you're standing on the ledge, He'll provide the final shove... That monkey on your back, With spoon and needle in hand. He won't stop until you're dead, On your last trip to Neverland. That monkey on your back or me. One of us has to go! The ball is in your court. Your choice. It's time, please let me know. Please let me know you love me. That I'm more important than that ape. Please tell me that you're ready To get your life back into shape. Please let me know I'm worth it, Because my love is much too strong! I can't lose you to this addiction! Please! Come back where you belong! Please let me know you hear me, That my cries don't go unheard. I know you're lost. I'll find you! I'll search endlessly undeterred! I'll search if there's a reason, Even the smallest glimpse of light! I'll search until I find you, If you're willing to put up the fight! This battle will not be easy! Don't worry! I'm on your side! There will be wounds and scars and blood and tears, But in the end you will feel pride! You'll be proud you won this battle, Against that monkey on your back! And next time you'll see him coming, With his surprise sneak attack. So you won't let him get you, Because you will be prepared. And I'll be there, on your side. If war he has declared. |
When I met my boyfriend he was a recovering heroin addict. He relapsed a month into our relationship and didn't get clean for 2 years until I finally left him. At one point I had found him od'ing on my bathroom floor and had to break into my bathroom. He got clean when he realized I would actually leave. We are back together now, and I am trying to help him stay on the right track! I have been writing this poem for a year and a half now as our relationship has continued, and I now feel it's complete. |
Ashley Depuy | November 2015 | 3 | 258 | 184 |
148 | 2018-02-27 22:02:59 | I Never Asked You To Be My Dad | 4.55 | I never asked you to be my Dad, To slap me around and treat me bad. I never asked you to drink alcohol, I never asked for anything at all. I never asked for the hurt and pain, Or for the nights that were half insane. I never asked for fights that were wild, Or to grow up a bewildered child. I never asked you to beat up my Mom, Or for a blanket to help keep me warm. I never asked you to leave me alone, Or to grow up in a broken down home. I never asked for this horrible life, Or for the conflicts, the quarrels and strife. I never once asked that I be defiled, Or to grow up a bewildered child. I never asked to be raised in prison, Or to see darkness though the sun had risen. I never asked you to raise Holy Hell, Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell. I never asked to be used and abused, Or to sit in my room dazed and confused. I never asked for the crap that has piled, Or to grow up a bewildered child. I never asked for a brand new bike, Or for any toys that I used to like. I never asked you to throw me a ball, Or for the bruises when I took a "fall". I never asked once but I'm asking you now, I hope you make me understand somehow. How you could treat me so freaking bad, That I never asked you to be my Dad. more by Ronald Doe |
As I've grown older I've come to realize that alcoholism is a disease. However, the fact that alcoholism is a disease does nothing to help all the young children that are abused on a daily basis by alcoholic parents. Let's pray they get the help they desperately need. | Ronald Doe | November 2008 | 7 | 127 | 465 |
149 | 2018-02-27 22:03:02 | What Happened? | 4.54 | What happened is what I ask myself every day? What was she thinking knowing she'd be putting her life to waste? This is my sister, and I love her with all my heart, But doing drugs has only kept us far apart. I never thought she would end up this way. It hurts me knowing I can't help her, so all I do is pray, I pray for her to open her eyes before it's too late. Dealing drugs and stealing became her hobby, I guess she doesn't care if her kids end up without a mommy. Why can't she be the way she was before? Now that was my sister, the one that always loved me more. She was my best friend, we were always together, Nothing ever kept us apart because we promised we'd be sisters forever. I guess forever finally came to an end. She doesn't love me anymore now, heroin became her new friend. I cry every time something reminds me of my sister, I feel anger and pain inside knowing I can't help her. But I won't lose faith, Every night I will pray, 'Cause I know someday God will show her the way. So now I put this poem to an end and wish only for the best, I pray it's never my sister who will someday be laid to rest! |
She had a sister who was also her best friend. Now her sister is addicted to heroin, and all she can do is pray that her sister will win the battle against this powerful substance. | Angelita Alvarez | February 2006 | 5 | 136 | 553 |
150 | 2018-02-27 22:03:06 | Puppet On A String | 4.54 | You act like I know nothing about it, but I know enough. I know what it has done to you, I know what it's done to us. You're no longer a real person, more like a puppet on a string. Every single move you make is controlled by methamphetamine. I just can't seem to help you, can't break you away. I've tried to cut the strings so you could walk away. But without this attachment, your so-called support, Your body goes limp, and collapses to the floor. I can't lift you up, you fall right back down. Your body is like dead weight on the ground. I wish I could pull you to safety so you could be free. It's so hard to watch you be a puppet on a string. I'm figuring out that I can't do this anymore. You have to let me go, I need to walk out the door. I've been in entrapment, under lock and key With your love that's pushed me to insanity. Step aside, you must let me through. My heart's taken enough abuse. You have become someone I don't want to know. There's no other choice; I really have to go. You can make it okay because you can always pretend Whatever you want when the strings lift you back up again. You attempt to burn the past away While everything you loved melts away. Your new life has taken what was once my place. Tomorrow you can't always fix your mistakes. You have a million reasons, always an excuse. And most of all it's precious time that you abuse. |
I wrote this to my husband, hoping it would make him see what his addiction is doing to our family. To this day, he is still battling meth and its strong hold. We are in the midst of his detox, and I pray to God this is the last time my family will have to witness the effects of coming off this drug. I gladly welcome your prayers for my husband's sobriety and lasting recovery. If you would like to read more poems written by me, my book is called "My Heart is an Open Book." Thanks for taking the time to read my poetry. |
Michelle | February 2009 | 38 | 199 | 852 |
151 | 2018-02-27 22:03:11 | An Ode To Ethan | 4.65 | Today it happened, it's finally done, the birth of my boy, the little man, my son. After a long tiring wait, a sweet sound came, the point when our lives, would never be the same. It was the sound of the cries, signaling the start of new life. I can't describe how proud I am, of my brave and beautiful wife. I'll admit that I too, cried tears of joy. When for the very first time, I at last saw my boy. As I stood there in awe, and gazed down at his face, in an instant the world, became a much better place. My heart was bursting, with an intense sense of pride, as I pictured my life, with my son at my side. I know it's early days, and we've only just met, but I promise I'll be, the best father a boy can get. I'll love you forever, my son and my wife, keep you safe, and protect you, for all of my life. |
My name is Greg Kerr and my son has just been born. I have never written a poem before my boy was born. I live in Perth, Australia and this poem is full of the emotion that I am experiencing since. More especially, as my wife and I are so far away from our families, this also is highlighted in the emotion. I never thought that my heart could feel this full, it's wonderful and sad that we can only share Ethan through photographs and videos with our loved ones. |
Joyce Baron Kerr | March 2011 | 1 | 203 | 125 |
152 | 2018-02-27 22:03:15 | Baby Girl - A Father's Perspective | 4.56 | Who would have thought, to my surprise, The day I looked in my daughter's eyes, That I would find my sunshine, my star, my pearl, All the thoughts in my head, of this little girl. You came to me late on the twentieth of November, That day in my life, I will always remember. I did not know who I was as a man, 'till the moment you were placed inside my hands. And it was at that split moment, when you opened your eyes, your true identity was no longer disguised. As the lights glistened, in your beautiful eyes, Inside I slowly started to cry. I was given an angel, from heavens above, The final test as a man, A little girl to love. I believe by God, I must have been touched. I love you, Julianna, I love you so much. Your face lights up, whenever you smile, A glow that can last an endless mile. Your brothers, they love you, your mom and I the same, You are the completion to our circle, the caboose on our train. |
A father feels as if he is alive for the first time as he holds his newborn daughter in his arms. | Jim Mullen | February 2006 | 1 | 121 | 625 |
153 | 2018-02-27 22:03:17 | A Look Into The Future | 4.54 | Someday, I'll stand beside you, holding your hand, to let go of a life filled with love, and though you will be gone, I'll always have the memories we've made together, Daddy... Someday, I'll hold out my own child to you, and ask, "Would you like to hold your grandchild, Daddy?" knowing that my children will forever be safe in your arms, just as I was in yours so long ago, Daddy... Someday, I'll stand beside you, holding your hand, walking down the aisle to start my own life, my own family, with a man I love almost as much as I love you, Daddy... Someday, I'll hold out my hand, and say "Daddy, please?" as I ask for the keys, to start my journey, to start a career, but I won't forget to call, Daddy... Someday, I'll stand beside you, but that doesn't mean I agree with you, for we will fight, and you will probably win, and I may say things I don't mean, Daddy... Someday, I'll hold your hand, and wonder what this new school will be like, and you will reassure me that everything will be alright, and I'll be glad you're there with me, Daddy... Someday, I'll stand beside you, although wobbly, and you'll have to hold me up, for I have to learn how to walk on my own, but I still need you, Daddy... Someday, all these things might happen, but for now, you hold me tight, and I stare at your tear-filled eyes with my own new eyes, for today is my birth day, you and Mommy made me nine long months ago, and I'm finally here, and Daddy...I love you so. |
I wrote this poem today (4 DEC 2007) for my wonderful husband, Dan, and it's today that I am exactly 32 weeks pregnant with our daughter, Autumn. It is written from her point of view on the day she is to be born (29 JAN 2008). | Karyn Marcinowski | December 2007 | 2 | 39 | 85 |
154 | 2018-02-27 22:03:23 | My Hero | 4.52 | Hero, I go into the hospital to make sure you're growing and strong, The Doctor says, "This isn't right, You're 2 centimeters long" The Doctors tells me calm down, don't cry You have to be strong, I don't understand why this is happening Did I do something wrong? Only 5 months along and scared to death What am I to do? They rush me to another hospital Why? I have no clue. They take me in a room where I will have to stay, Please let everything be OK for hours to God I'd pray. Days turn into weeks as I lay in the hospital bed, The time has come, you're ready to go, The Doctor soon had said. As I'm in the operating room Scared to death I lie, Chances slim, fear all around, It could be a good or bad day. I hear you cry a wonderful sound Eyes opened wide, They say that you're here, room full of joy, Thank Heaven that you tried. I felt like your HERO But would you be OK? Questions, concerns, tears and fears, Would you be here to stay? They rush you off to the ICU You're too small to breath on your own, Doctors amazed, nurses in shock, If we would have only known. So much love we gave to you, So much love you gave us back. You'd be coming home when you get well, Your bags we soon would pack. So fragile and small Chances were closest to Zero, You made it through everything And now you're MY HERO! |
Dedicated to Karleigh, my daughter... Born at 25 weeks and weighing 1 lb 11.5 oz | Jaimie | October 2007 | 10 | 29 | 305 |
155 | 2018-02-27 22:03:26 | Can't Wait To Be Your Mommy! | 4.50 | So I am sitting here thinking of the perfect words to say, to tell you how I feel about the arrival of your birthday. I am feeling a little nervous, with hopes I do everything right, but I can't wait to be your mommy, every waking day and every sleepy night. I have so many plans and things for us to do, So I sit here in anticipation just waiting to meet you. You already mean the world to me and so, so much more, I can't wait to be your mommy, that's all I'm waiting for. Mine and your bags are packed and waiting in the car, because the day that you will be here isn't very far. So here I sit thinking of the perfect words to say, But all that comes to mind is I can't wait to be your mommy every single day!!!! |
I was sitting in my room on a rainy night, September 6, 2008 to be exact, 3 days away from my due date to have my little girl. I figured that as the time got closer I got a little more nervous, but also a little more excited every time I thought of the moment I got to meet my baby. I started writing these words down and came up with this beautiful poem, and it is now a part of her baby book. She was born right on her due date 3 days later, and she is my whole world, and the anticipation in waiting to be her mommy was worth the wait!! |
Cindy Hawkins | June 2009 | 1 | 137 | 334 |
156 | 2018-02-27 22:03:29 | Happy Birthday | 4.49 | Did I ever tell you about the day you were born? When laid in my arms was such an angelic form With soft black hair, little fingers and toes The cutest of ears and a kiss on your nose A heart beating fast and deep, blue eyes Taking my breath with your very first cries You look up at me and the world melts away I never knew love until this day I've waited so long to see your face Welcome, my son, to this place Though it may come with pain and strife Here you earn your eternal life But don't worry, my baby, you are not alone He has chosen me to give you a home I did nothing to deserve such a blessing as this But I'll forever cherish this precious gift Wherever in this life you choose to go This one thing I want you to know Here in my heart my baby you'll be Because I love you and you matter to me |
A mother writes a poem in honor of the birth of her son. She welcomes him to the world and thanks God for this "precious gift." | Lamanda K. Strong | February 2006 | 1 | 153 | 291 |
157 | 2018-02-27 22:03:33 | Everything And Nothing | 4.48 | There you are inside me, Jarek, you're on your way, I'm more and more excited and scared every day. Everything is so different and changed, Life as I've known it - all rearranged. You stretch and wiggle and move as you grow, My belly gets bigger, my face stays aglow. You're a strong little guy - your big muscles show, You cracked mommy's rib just a few days ago! Daddy's changing too - he's as proud as can be, He's so attentive to mommy's every want and need. Rubbing my belly, he talks to you every night, He comes to every appointment to make sure you're alright, The doc said, "It's a girl" but didn't write it in ink, We assumed he was right and got lots and lots of pink. We went in for a 3-D, found a penis, "It's a boy!" Our faces in shock, but our hearts... full of joy. I've fallen in love with your handsome little face - I show off your pictures all over the place! On stamps, on invitations, to everyone I meet, You look just like your daddy with your chubby little cheeks! There's so much inside me and everything's new... New thoughts, new fears, new emotions, and you! I already love you like I've never felt before, I wonder how there could possibly be room for more. Can I teach you respect, show you love, make you strong? Will you know in an instant that this is where you belong? You'll teach me patience, show me strength, make me grow - I'll learn from you every day - you lead and I'll follow. I have so many worries as we prepare, Our pockets are empty but we'll make it - I swear. Can I be a good mother? Will you be okay? I promise you everything... ...and NOTHING will stand in my way. |
I'm 28 weeks pregnant, a first time mother, and scared to death... This poem goes through the various feelings rushing through me every day. From wonder and amazement, to excitement and terror... It expresses everything I would tell my unborn son if I could... | Toni | August 2009 | 3 | 23 | 141 |
158 | 2018-02-27 22:03:39 | The Beginning | 4.25 | She looks at me with half closed eyes, As if to pierce my soul. The sounds she makes are strong and firm For one just moments old With skin still soft from life's ordeal She muscles up a whine Small fingers reach, yet never touch But sure they will in time For life's begun, and all is new So many things to learn She's not the first one nor the last We've each once had our turn. | We each must make the journey into this world. It is a rite of passage. | Kent L. Bijou | February 2006 | 1 | 37 | 126 |
159 | 2018-02-27 22:03:44 | An Angel From Heaven | 4.17 | An angel from Heaven who'd been waiting for birth, is excited to be joining your family on Earth. An angel far envied up there in the blue, when learned its parents down here would be you. Baby angels need care leaving Father above. They hope for a family where there's lots of love. Where God's light shines brightly within welcome doors. A home filled with happiness. A home just like yours! more by Ron Tranmer |
I wrote this poem for my daughter when she was about to deliver her first child. | Ron Tranmer | May 2011 | 0 | 72 | 110 |
160 | 2018-02-27 22:03:47 | My True Incessant Love | 4.15 | I met you today Not a word you spoke! A simple little look My whole self was yours! No struggle, but not a surrender Something that just became Something that just is My true incessant love Born on your birthday PS Happy Birthday, My Love Dedicated to my children Kaitlyn, Brooke and Drew | A baby doesn't know how to talk, but how does he/she win my heart? | Patricia G. Donato | February 2006 | 0 | 4 | 34 |
161 | 2018-02-27 22:03:52 | In Your Heart | 4.64 | He was so proud of his little girl It was her very first day of school He walked with her to school that day And she held his hand all the way They walked together quiet and sad A little girl and her loving dad Into the school her father led But he almost cried when she said Daddy, Daddy please don't go Don't leave me here all alone I'll miss you if you go away And I might need you, can't you stay Little Daughter please don't cry You'll be okay so dry your eyes You have our memories in your heart We're together though we're apart He sat up front on her wedding day And cried as his daughter walked away Later that night he watched her dance He sat there waiting for his chance The band started to play their song Father and daughter danced along She looked at him and saw a tear Then leaned and whispered in his ear Daddy, Daddy I have to go I hate to leave you all alone I'll miss you when I go away But if you need me then I'll stay Little Daughter I'll be just fine I'll love you always you are mine I have our memories in my heart We're together though we're apart She came in his room and kissed his head Then sat next to his hospital bed He took her hand and held it tight And wished he had the strength to fight They sat together quiet and sad A daughter and her dying dad He saw the tears she tried to hide She looked at him and then she cried Daddy, Daddy please don't go Don't leave me here all alone I'll miss you when you go away I still need you, you have to stay Little Daughter I love you so I want to stay but have to go I'll always be here in your heart We're together though we're apart visit Thomas S. Carver's site |
A breathtaking, beautiful poem about relationship between father and daughter throughout their lives. | Thomas S. Carver | February 2006 | 38 | 593 | 2563 |
162 | 2018-02-27 22:03:57 | An Angel Left Her Wings | 4.61 | I have this little angel. For me she left her wings. She has no idea how much happiness she truly brings. She brightens up my days with her smiles and her laughs. She helps me to remember all the blessings that I have. Her face, it is so perfect, she's sweet and soft and pure. Sometimes she can be willful and sometimes she is demure. She tries her very hardest to please and do what's right. She gives the greatest hugs from morning until night. Every person that has known her sees this light within her soul I know that in this whole great world, she has a special role. She's helpful and considerate to everyone she knows This light in her shines brighter as my angel grows. When she sees someone is sad, it opens up her heart. She wants to do all that she can; she wants to do her part. She'll squeeze away the sorrow and make me forget about my pain. She shows me where the sun is when we're hiding from the rain. I know that God must love me, He showed me with His Grace I knew just how completely when I saw my angel's face. And in that very moment when she came into my world, I knew that she was so much more than just my baby girl. She would be my sunshine, with a sweetness that won't end. And when she grows up one day she would be my closest friend. She would be the reason I would always try my best. For my little angel baby girl would be my greatest test. When God entrusts to you an angel, who has left her wings for you. Encircle her with love with everything you do. Let her know God made her, and that He trusts you with her care. Be sure to make time for special moments with her to share. And when at night she finally says her prayers and goes to sleep I Thank Him for my angel, and ask for him to always keep A watchful eye and hand to protect her from this world. Protect my little angel; protect my baby girl. |
A woman gives thanks to God for her daughter who is the sweetest of the sweet. | Tina M. Marascia | February 2006 | 49 | 1399 | 5911 |
163 | 2018-02-27 22:04:02 | As I Watch You Grow | 4.51 | Do you know how much you mean to me? As you grow into what you will be. You came from within, from just beneath my heart. It's there you'll always be, though your own life will now start. You're growing so fast it sends me awhirl, With misty eyes I ask, Where's my little girl? I know sometimes to you I seem harsh and so unfair, But one day you will see, I taught you well because I care. The next few years will so quickly fly, With laughter and joy, mixed with a few tears to cry. As you begin your growth to womanhood, this fact you must know, You'll always be my source of pride, no matter where you go. You must stand up tall and proud, within you feel no fear, For all you dreams and goals sit before you very near. With God's love in your heart and the world by its tail, You'll always be my winner, and victory will prevail. For you this poem was written, with help from above, To tell you in a rhythm of your Mother's heartfelt love! |
A mother writes to her daughter letting her know how much she loves her. Written and dedicated to my precious daughter - Tammy in 1990 | Kay Theese | February 2006 | 36 | 2441 | 5765 |
164 | 2018-02-27 22:04:07 | A Daughter With Wings | 4.51 | She brightens up my days from morning till night her smiles and laughter has such a beautiful light. She's sweet and kind to all that she knows, her heart gets bigger and brighter as she grows. She makes the sunshine on the rainiest day she'll make you smile no matter what she may say. She's an angel in disguise with the most beautiful eyes she's one of God's greatest gifts, she's a heck of a prize. She'll help you with anything, she'll fix everything she's an angel I tell you! Her wings are just hiding within. She brings to the world...Beauty, love, honesty, joy, and grace she makes you realize it's such a beautiful place. She makes everything better, rather it be talk, song, or even a letter she's a daughter with wings and she'll be this way forever and ever. She shares her heart she shares her smiles and that is something you'll feel and see for miles and miles. She see's a sad upset or lonely face best believe she's fast to take her place. She'll always be there she'll always care she's an angel I tell you, she is very much rare. She's my very best friend forever and ever until the end she is my daughter you see, my daughter with wings! |
I wrote this poem for my daughter, my only daughter. This poem is 100% true. I pretty much just put her into words. Thank you lord! | Angela Gonzales | August 2011 | 2 | 350 | 229 |
165 | 2018-02-27 22:04:09 | Who Is She? | 4.50 | She's a soft cool rain on a hot summer's day. She makes me laugh with the funny things she has to say. She's the beat of my heart, and the air that I breathe. She's the sun and the wind, and autumn's golden leaves. She's the pride that I feel when I know she's done what's right. She's that warm feeling I get, when I remember tucking her in at night. She is homework and sports, and a busy social life. She has this beautiful smile that could light the darkest night. She is the scared feeling I have when she stays out late. Or the feeling that I am losing her, when she wants to date. She's the mixed emotions I have, as I watch her mature and grow. I tell myself she will never leave, but, I know in my heart that someday she will go. I hope the man that steals her heart, will treat her like a queen. Because she deserves so much more, than a man that treats her mean. I will always cherish the wonderful times we have had. The best part of my life was being her dad. So now you know who she is, she's my little girl. I love her with all my heart and I always will. To: Alexandra From: Dad 08/26/04 |
A father writes about his relationship with daughter | Kyle J. Underwood | February 2006 | 4 | 337 | 944 |
166 | 2018-02-27 22:04:11 | Last Chance | 4.48 | You walked out on us And never said goodbye In fifteen years you haven't called Not even to say Hi It tears me up inside To feel like I'm alone You've never been a part of my life And now I'm almost grown Why couldn't you just call Or maybe send a card If you couldn't afford either of those A letter's not that hard So many things have happened That you haven't been there to see You've missed out on so much You've missed out on me So I'm giving you a second chance To step up and be a dad But this one is your last one So take it and be glad |
A daughter writes to her father. You have not been in my life since you walked out years ago. You didn't send a letter or even a card. This is your last chance to be in my life before I give you up as "lost cause". | Meshia M. Davidson | February 2006 | 13 | 53 | 559 |
167 | 2018-02-27 22:04:14 | A Special Love Between Us | 4.48 | I was only 18 at the time and didn't know what to do I actually had no clue. But we decided that we wanted to see you. As time went by and you grew inside of me I just knew that you were going to be special. Now it's time for my little angel to see the world. Now it's time for me to be a mom I cried and cried tears of joy to be a mom to this little one Ten little finger Ten little toes One big smile My heart never had so much love for someone that I knew nothing about. As you grew older and I learned about you I think back to the day that I had you Now you are going to be 8 and you are getting smarter Just never forget that things will get harder And that mommy will always be there We may have our time of arguments and disagreements But in the end we will work through it Just remember that not only can I be your mom I can also your best friend in the end. Don't get worried that you'll never have anyone to talk to Cause right next to you is where I always will be Holding my arms out Waiting for my little angel to come into my arms Just as you were born I love you more then words can express I never thought that in a million years I could be a mother I enjoy every moment of you in my life Never will I regret the decision that I made to have you You are the colors to the rainbow The light to the moon The twinkle to the star And the smile to my face I love you with all my heart Mommy's little girl more by Angela Gutierrez |
This is a poem that I wrote for my daughter because I can't have anymore kids I will cherish being a mom to her | Angela Gutierrez | March 2008 | 3 | 121 | 338 |
168 | 2018-02-27 22:04:17 | To My 2 Year Old Little Girl Fighting Cancer | 4.48 | Being a father Is unlike anything else It makes you happier Than life itself Your job is to protect And always be there For whatever happens No matter how fair It's taught me a lesson And one which is true That love is a feeling I have just for you. | My 2 year old daughter was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer and lung cancer 1 week after her second birthday. It's been a difficult 9 weeks and not even half way through treatment! We almost lost her on PICU during this early stage due to internal bleeding, but with her strength and the doctors age defied the odds. 6 months more intensive chemo coupled with a liver transplant of which I am the donor and hopefully my girl will be free of this disease. |
David Austin | March 2014 | 0 | 36 | 204 |
169 | 2018-02-27 22:04:22 | My Beautiful College Girl | 4.47 | Love's force swells my heart Until it feels tender and bruised. I look at my daughter and see myself reflected in her face. My bones, my flesh and blood run through her. She loves me deeply, but she does not know The longing of a mother's heart, the fierceness of this kind of love, the fears. She will not know until she hears that wailing first cry of life Borne from her own womb. I watch her meander towards the gateway, Where she nonchalantly steps in and out of childhood And in and out of my life. My arms long to pull her back. She leaves again, Stepping through, then rushing away, Carrying my heart, And each time, my silent tears flow heavy with nostalgia. My soul's consolation Is the fresh view of the world that I see through her eyes And the feel of my blood pounding through her veins As she picks up her pace. I watch her and can taste my youth, But it is only a taste, For I cannot follow her there. It is her path to run. It is the most bittersweet thing I know, This feeling of letting go. |
This poem is meant to reflect on the emotions that a woman (mother) feels when she watches her daughter blossom into an independent woman. It is such a process and encompasses so much angst and even pain at times as the love begins to mix with the hurt of letting go. My daughter is so much like me that I relate to her in a very strong way. There is so much empathy at times - it's hard to describe. I am so blessed to be able to view the world anew through her eyes. |
Lydia Dillingham | January 2016 | 1 | 68 | 125 |
170 | 2018-02-27 22:04:24 | A Daughter Is Born | 4.44 | Encircle your child with love Offer your hand to guide her Shower her with tenderness Shelter away her fears May she look for sunshine when There seems to be clouds May she take a step further to Find the best in people and life May she show kindness and patience Towards others May confidence and poise propel Her in life Teach her appreciation for small Things in life The abundance of nature close at Her feet Help her to learn the power of Words spoken The response to actions which Might be awakened Shower her with your love and Your pride Protect her as needed, but let Her fly free Free to stand tall with absolute Dignity As she grows and discovers Keep memories keen For times in the future When she flies free Remember too as she grows to Be a woman She's a reflection of yourself A reflection of the joy, kindness, And dignity A reflection of a woman set free To pass down her teachings From no other than thee. |
A poem that gives sound advice to mother.s on how to raise a beautiful daughter, inside and out. | Judith A. Drew | February 2006 | 0 | 98 | 260 |
171 | 2018-02-27 22:04:29 | Growing Up With Grandma | 4.64 | I don't know when it happened. I don't know when she came, But she's the one I always knew. Grandma was her name. She taught me how to tie my shoes. She taught me how to talk, And though I can't remember, I think she taught me how to walk. When all the other kids in school Would talk about Mom and Dad, I wondered where my parents were; That made me kinda sad. And sometimes there were days I'd cry Or hide my head in shame. But Grandma took it all in stride And loved me all the same. She'd wrap her arms around me And kiss me on the head. She'd tell me that she loved me When she tucked me into bed. Being a teen, I remember the days When being with friends was more fun. And I wondered what it would have been like To actually be someone's son, To have a regular family, Some siblings, a mom, and a dad. What had I done to deserve less than others? Sometimes I felt so mad. "It's alright, it's okay," Grandma would say. "One day you'll understand why. Life just isn't fair to everyone, you see. It's always okay to cry." And when I went off to college, I met the love of my life. It was Grandma who was the first I told That I planned to make her my wife. Soon after I'd become a father, For that I could hardly wait. To have a child of my very own, And to make my Grandma a "Great." A little girl to share her name, For all that she'd given me. So much I owed to Grandma. That was plain to see. As time passed and life grew short I hoped my Grandma knew That it was her love and her support That always got me through. If I could tell her one more thing, "Thanks Grandma," is what I 'd say, "For loving me and making me The man I am today." November 6, 2004 |
The one who raises us is truly our parent, even if they did not give birth to us. | Candy Canan | February 2006 | 20 | 427 | 848 |
172 | 2018-02-27 22:04:34 | To A Mother I Never Knew | 4.59 | To a mother I never knew, From a son who desperately misses you. There were so many times I would imagine you, But you would never appear. And there were so many times I would cry for you, Tear after tear. I have even begged for you, On both knees, To please come save me, Mama, Please, please, please. And even as the years passed by, I would never lose hope, Because it was hope That kept this little boy afloat. I would daydream about the moment When I would finally meet you, And how I would cry and be speechless Just to finally see you. With my own two eyes, Exactly how I had dreamed, Angelic and beautiful And as loving as you seemed. But I'm all grown up now With a son of my own, And I try to give to him What I've always wanted in a home. I teach my son, From the lessons that I've learned. I teach him that love can't be bought, It can only be earned. I've learned that sometimes love Is so much harder to show than to say. That's how I know you truly loved me, Mama, Because you're not here with me today. I can only imagine The selfless love that it took To say goodbye to your child And take one last look. To let him go, In hopes that he can live a better life. The pain must've felt Like a dull serrated knife. I miss you every day, Mama, And I hope to see you soon. But if not, Then I'll see you in my dreams tomorrow afternoon. |
I was given up for adoption by my mother when I was very young. I came to the states at 3 1/2 years of age. This poem expresses my message to my birth mother of what I've felt, how I feel now about the whole situation, and how I would feel if I were in her shoes. | Keith | April 2015 | 3 | 74 | 157 |
173 | 2018-02-27 22:04:35 | I Know I'll Always Love You | 4.58 | They said she was on drugs and I was only a child; They said 'go on with my life, have fun for a while'... But what they didn't understand is where their hearts wouldn't go Is the love that existed, and what I did know... So I looked all over for her, but she couldn't be found; Family and friends hadn't seen her around... I stopped at corner stores hoping someone knew Where she had been, or what I could do... The many places she's been laying her head Seemed to be the homes of the walking dead... But what the dead needed, we could surely show; Is the love that existed, and I already did know... But finally in an old abandoned house I knocked on the door and she came out... I didn't notice anything, except her eyes; They told me she loved me and she was happily surprised. I held her close and cried in her chest; Of all the hugs I'd gotten, hers were the best... She sat down, and I gave her the gift I wrapped with care And told how I'd been out looking for her everywhere... I sang her happy birthday, and then I had to go; I'll always love you, she said, and I replied, I know... |
A child's long journey to find her mother. Will she be happy to see her? Will she find what she's looking for? | Latifa S. Johnson | February 2006 | 5 | 43 | 85 |
174 | 2018-02-27 22:04:36 | Sisters | 4.58 | My Dearest Sister, This journey has been long. This experience like a favorite song. Dreams realized and not abandoned, Wishes finally granted. My imaginary friend now has a name, a face, embodiment I now can claim. I am yours and you are mine, My sister forever, no longer undefined. This journey has indeed been long, and now we know that what was wrong; was just the timing in our past, and now the clock can be still as last. Long enough for us to embrace, the promises of tomorrow and what we'll face. I envision a reunion, happy not sad, in which we're altogether, now that would be Rad! Love from your 'Little sister.' - Jeni Dawn |
It's been 4 days since my eldest sister was located. After 43 years of separation by adoption, we can be a complete family. The best thing we each can bring to our new relationship is the memories and experiences we each have. I'm so humble and thankful to her adoptive parents for lovingly raising her to be who she is. | Jeni Dawn | November 2009 | 6 | 70 | 88 |
175 | 2018-02-27 22:04:39 | For My Children | 4.52 | For my children I remember my pregnancy with you I fell in love with your every move, and with the sound of your beating heart. I held your precious body in my arms for the first time and took in your sweet, angelic presence. Nothing could prepare me for what would lie ahead. Nothing could prevent my heart from breaking, but it had to be done. I tried to be strong, but my strength failed me. I never knew it would be so difficult to write my own name. I cried, and was grateful for all the precious memories you've given me. It was a new beginning for you. The healing was beginning for me. Time went forward, I learned and grew as I slowly let go of you. My heart was healed, my life was blessed and my prayers were answered. Still, there's days when I cry. I will never stop thinking about you. Still I wonder about the person you are now, and the person you've yet to become. I pray that you will always know of the love I have for you. It's only through the grace of God that you were mine for a time. He gave you to me, I lovingly obeyed his plans for you. ~C-Marie Simpkins~ |
The hardest thing I've ever had to face was letting go of my children. The healing process had its challenging moments, but with time, and a lot of prayer, I managed to get through the same heartache that so many Mothers know all too well. Adoption isn't the end of your life, it isn't the end of the world, and it definitely isn't the end of your every happiness. It's actually the very beginning of receiving countless gifts and blessings that you never known before. |
Cara-Marie Simpkins | November 2007 | 22 | 86 | 308 |
176 | 2018-02-27 22:04:41 | My Birth Mom | 4.45 | Loving and gracious the Women I've never met. She made a difficult decision and She will debate that decision for the Rest of her life. It was something she knew she had to do She did it with A Mother's Love. She thinks about me everyday Every birthday, Every Mothers Day Hurt will always be there. I would not be the person I am today without A Mother's Love. I can never thank her enough For all the pain She must go through To give me a wonderful life She had to show the biggest amount of A Mother's Love. |
Sometimes a mother must make the hardest decision of all and in this she shows her greatest love and selflessness. | Emily E. Adkisson | February 2006 | 10 | 48 | 220 |
177 | 2018-02-27 22:04:46 | When My Life Began | 4.43 | I don't understand why you chose him over me I was there, or could you just not see. I would have done everything right, But instead you chose him, and to stay and fight. I may have been little, but I will always remember the tears. I haven't forgotten it, not even after all these years. In and out of homes, what kind of kid's life is this? What more could I expect; it's only going to get worse. I was born a mistake, so I guess I'm forever living in a curse. Bottled up inside are the words I've never said, The feelings that I hide. You can see it in my face, you can see it in my eyes, But in my silence it will forever lie. My daddy was meant to love me. My daddy was meant to be there, But he was the one that was my biggest fear. He bought nothing to me but all my tears. Everytime I try and forget you, I can't get you out of my mind. It's weird 'cause you're not one of a kind. I hate to think that others went through what I did After all I was only a kid. It's a new home, one after another, Will it ever get better I just want back my real mother. Kids used to say I was that special one. No one understands, I hate it when they say they do. They don't know what it's like or go through what I've been through. I keep it all inside and start to harm myself Not knowing what to think My life I lose before me in less than a blink. I remember my dad drinking. I remember my mom and dad fighting. I remember the harsh abuse. I remember them telling me I was nothing. I remember my dad's late night parties. I remember them smoking weed. I remember getting nothing to eat. I remember the kicks, the punches, the hitting, and the bruises. I remember social services rescuing me. I remember all the foster homes, and how they affected me. I guess all of it has made me and that's all I'll ever be. BUT Would you notice, Would you care, Would you even dare to stare, To look me in the eye, And tell me, I should just die? That's the truth, I'm better off dead. My whole life has been a lie, And in the end all I want to do is die, die, die. I wonder if my mums alive? Or if my dad's out of jail? If he's ever even gonna make it out on bail? I have so many questions I'm just never going to get answered Why even hope or try to smile? It feels like I'm so far from home, just way too many miles. Looking all depressed is what I do best, But trying to survive is definitely a big test. Living in my world is definitely not fun. I guess I'm that *lucky* child, that very *special* one. |
When my life begin it was a mistake, I hope what I went through no one else experiences. my soul is dead and I feel nothing anymore, nothing but pain | Rachael | November 2009 | 1 | 17 | 67 |
178 | 2018-02-27 22:04:49 | All Grown Up | 4.41 | When I was three you fell in love with my mom. It was no longer us two, but now us three. Not accepting at first, I gave you the shrug but you never managed to give up. Hugs and Kisses you provided, but in my mind you were uninvited. I hate you! were words of anger from my heart. Never again did I want a dad who would soon again break my mom's heart. As time passed on I slowly invited you in. You became my dad, you became my best friend. So all grown up now, so much to say. Thank you so much for what you've done for me every step of the way. The kindness of your heart has taught me so much. Now it's my life you've been able to touch. With all the thanks in the world and from all the angels above, I'm proud that you're my dad and it's you that I love. |
It takes a while to let a new person into your heart especially when it's been broken before | Tanya J. Marlow | February 2006 | 0 | 24 | 61 |
179 | 2018-02-27 22:04:55 | Letting Go | 4.38 | Your cry pierced the morning silence All I heard was you. I blocked out the sounds, I blocked out the sights. I see only you. Your tiny hand grips my finger Our eyes meet An instant bond is formed Your smell swirls around my head I begin to wipe off your body Your hair fresh to the world, Curls and slightly blows With every breath I take I hold you close to me Afraid to let go. Your blue eyes look at me, You curl up on my chest I know the world Looks at you like a curse, I don't care. I love you just the same. Time passes so quickly, I still continue to hold you. I know it's almost time, I try to forget. Your love fills the room, And fills my heart. I look out the window; it's snowing. I hand you over. The tears come like the snow Matching the unheard rhythm. The smell that once belonged here Follows you out the door. The warmth that you shed upon my heart Disappears slowly, Feeling like a hole, Like a missing piece. I stare into another place, Another time, A place and time Where I could be happy, A place and time That you were here Where you would never leave, Where you would be mine forever. |
A mother who is not ready to be one has the courage to give her child to another, although it leaves a hole in her heart. | Stephanie Mason | February 2006 | 0 | 22 | 64 |
180 | 2018-02-27 22:05:00 | Joined At The Heart | 4.35 | A bond from birth we share every day. Not everyone understands what role I play. I am the person you call other Mom. Through heartache and hurt I keep you calm. When laughter and joy comes from your heart, those feelings of sorrow will begin to part. The sense of completion is what I feel When I see that your wounds are almost healed. Promises broken and yet you still smile, but I swear to you baby it'll all be worthwhile. The bond that we have is both simple and pure It's about love and devotion from one little girl. Your mom will not know the damage she's done, but you will remember the scars which succumb. Anytime you need me I will forever be there. We are two of a kind with the love that we share. |
My daughter, not by blood, is one of the most important people in my life. She lives in a different state now, but we talk every day. This innocent child is verbally and mentally abused by her biological mother. She is an alcoholic, compulsive gambler and suffers from Bi-Polar Disorder. The child spends every spring break and summer months with me which helps balance her life. Someday she will be free from the chaos. I wish Child Protective Services truly had the child's best interest at heart but they say as long as she has no physical marks, she is being taken care of. Our system needs to change. |
Michelle Matthews | December 2013 | 0 | 24 | 83 |
182 | 2018-02-27 22:05:01 | To My Little Angel | 4.51 | From a tiny bundle till today I see you grow each day.... From endless cries to endless laughs I see you glow each day..... From the innocent questions to the incredible mischievous I see you learn each day..... From the little walks we have to the small talks we do... From the kisses you plant to the crushing hugs you give.... I save the memories each day... For one day I will have to be happy with only those memories near me And you away from me.... For life will sure play the same game as it does every other day..... But remember my dear, I will be there ever and forever for you as like today.... |
To my sweet little niece sharing the wonderful moments we shared and reassuring that I will be there for her forever... | Nisha Sam | July 2011 | 3 | 217 | 728 |
183 | 2018-02-27 22:05:07 | Where Did Daddy Go? | 4.45 | each day I watch her grow and grow, without the man she'll one day know, she only sees him every once in a while, and it breaks my heart just to see her smile, because I know that beyond that cute little face, her little heart is breaking from that empty space, he denied her from birth and said she wasn't his, until they took his DNA and confirmed that she is, she's only three and don't know right from wrong, so we stick by her side to help her stay strong, each time he walks out of her life were always there, to show our little Eme that we will always care, one day I know she'll ask me "Aunt Brittany where did daddy go?" and I'll reply with "sugarbear I wish that I would know," so the next time he sees her I hope that he'll be smart, and do the right thing by not breaking his little girl's heart |
I wrote this poem about my three year old niece Emelyn, who has gone through most of her life without her daddy, and when she does get to see him it's for a short period of time. so myself and the rest of her family try to give her all the love she needs to keep her strong. | Bittany Bailey | July 2007 | 4 | 6 | 148 |
184 | 2018-02-27 22:05:10 | Baby Girl | 4.38 | You're growing up so fast how I want our special moments to last though I want you to stay I know one day you'll spread your wings and fly away But no matter where you are in the world you're still my baby girl My baby girl you'll always be even though you're far from me I'll think of you day and night I may wipe a tear from my eye but know you're my world and my baby girl So I'll cherish every moment we share here there and every where no matter where we go I want you to know to me those special times mean the world because you're my baby girl My baby girl you'll always be though one day you'll be far from me I'll think of you day and night I may wipe a tear from my eye but know your my world and my baby girl The day will come when I'm gone away and in this world you have to stay to run the race of life to be a loving mother and wife Even though I've left this world you can still look up and say I'm his baby girl My baby girl you'll always be though you're far from me I think of you day and night I'll come down and wipe a tear from your eye but know your my world and my baby girl........your uncle James' baby girl..... |
I wrote this poem for my niece who is like a daughter to me. It talks about the girl growing up and going her own way in life. But no matter how old she may be or what she may do in life she will always be my world and baby girl. | James Stewart | July 2011 | 1 | 85 | 191 |
185 | 2018-02-27 22:05:13 | My Niece, My Love | 4.35 | My niece, My love, The one I adore, A aunt at eleven, I love her so much more, Someone to play with, Someone to cheer up, I watch over her through good times and rough, She makes me happy, She makes me smile, She makes me want to stay with her for a while. I know I cant stay I must go home, Its so hard, to let her go, Even though its for a short time, I count the days till' I see her again, My niece, My love The one I adore! |
This poem is dedicated to my one and only niece Hoku! | Zaisha | January 2009 | 9 | 178 | 1031 |
186 | 2018-02-27 22:05:16 | Zoe-My Guardian Angel | 4.32 | My little girl, my angel Here on earth without wings I love you so much You're a part of me In so many ways Not only my niece, Not just my best friend I love you like a sister and daughter And always will, with no end. It's my job to protect you And look after you forever You'll always be my baby Even when you're big enough To wear my favorite sweater Protect you and look after you I always will When I'm with you all the storms of life Suddenly are so still. No guy could ever break my heart When you're holding me tight in your arms It doesn't matter if we've been together for a week or a year When I'm with you he can do no harm Over the summer when I was missing my mom My tears, you're fingers would dry. For some one so young, you have such a personality You're so silly, and when you put us together, We laugh until we cry. Think about our ages, seventeen and eight Nine years apart, only nine years I had to wait All my life I wished for a little sister Now I realize I got you instead You're so grown up though, It seems like you're the one tucking me into bed. You're always there to hold me, When I'm feeling down I'll always be there for you too. I hear people talk of this relationship among sisters A relationship I never knew Although I have two older sisters They're too much older, So this relationship I never knew, Not until I found you. |
This poem is about the unbreakable bond between a young aunt and her niece. | Reba | July 2011 | 1 | 36 | 207 |
187 | 2018-02-27 22:05:20 | Happy Birthday To Our Sweet Little Niece | 4.32 | Our sweet little niece, you make us smile. We like to laugh and play games for awhile. Though we live far apart, we think of you lots. Smiles light our faces when you cross our thoughts. We hope your 4th birthday is the BEST you've had yet: Full of fun times you won't soon forget! We love you! Aunt Missy & Uncle Brad | I wrote this little poem inside each of the birthday cards of my twin nieces. :) | Melissa Caudle | February 2014 | 0 | 48 | 200 |
188 | 2018-02-27 22:05:23 | Uncle | 4.12 | Dear Uncle Mark, Life without you has no spark. I can remember your wild frizzy hair, And your tender loving care. I want to be there in your arms, I wish it was me that came to that harm. I know you'll be watching over me, And make sure I get through life safely. Some people might say that it was your time, But I know it wasn't it was the same as mine. We both loved poems and wrote whenever we could, So this is mine for you I hope you think it's good. So I guess it's time to say goodbye, As I shed a tear and look to the sky. Lots and Lots of love from Han, But you knew me as Bam Bam. xx |
For Hannah's Uncle Marky who she dearly loves!! xxxxxx | X-Bam Bam-X | September 2007 | 0 | 5 | 69 |
189 | 2018-02-27 22:05:26 | Hailey | 3.94 | Hailey is my niece, a little one year old, She fills my heart with warmth, so I never feel cold, She might just be a baby, but I can talk to her, She listens as if she's older, more like a young lady, If she ever needs someone, she should always know I'm there, If she ever needs to talk to me, I will listen because I care. | A girl writes about her very special one-year-old niece. | Aubrie L. Runyan | February 2006 | 1 | 31 | 170 |
190 | 2018-02-27 22:05:28 | Always Watching | 4.62 | I was watching you sleep the other day And prayed that it would last The peace that rested on your face I'd never seen in the past I was watching you speak a while ago And hoped that you'd go on The way your words, they had no end Your Spirit seemed so strong I was watching you fight the other day And prayed my tears would dry All this I knew was done for me And couldn't figure out why I was watching you smile a couple of days ago And stared in total awe Was it me who made you shine? Was that triumph that I saw? And all this time you've waited And all this time you've helped And all the things you sacrificed For me to grow up well And all the tears you've dried And all the pain you soothed And all the truths you have to hide Without one simple Thank You But I was watching you today And I realized that I can't wait To tell you how much I appreciate And love you in every way Thanks Mom |
A poem from a child to mother. After years of taking his mother for granted, he wants to let her know how beautiful she is, and how grateful he is to her. | Skye D. Barker | February 2006 | 3 | 282 | 349 |
192 | 2018-02-27 22:05:31 | Mom | 4.59 | you've always given me the best that love could give and we've always lived together the best that we could live you've always been there for me whenever I was in need you planted me in your heart the way a planter plants a seed you showed me how to be the lady I am today you are my role model in each and every way you're the one I've looked up to since I was really small I know you'll catch me if ever I should fall 'cause you're my mom and I love you so we will be together for the rest of our lives and I will keep on searching 'til the right man arrives I know I can trust you you're the one I can confide in I can always tell you when I've made a sin years will keep on passing only one at a time it'll be alright 'cause mom I know you're mine you're the one I've looked up to since I was really small I know you'll catch me if ever I should fall 'cause you're my mom and I love you so |
Poem: A girl lets her mother know how special she is to her. She knows that she can always rely on her for anything big or small. | Kayla E. Teeter | February 2006 | 0 | 85 | 58 |
193 | 2018-02-27 22:05:32 | Never Enough | 4.59 | Sometimes I know the words to say to give thanks for all you've done, but then they fly up and away as quickly as they come. How could I possibly thank you enough, the one who makes me whole, the one to whom I owe my life, the forming of my soul. The one who tucked me in at night, the one who stopped my crying, the one who was the expert at picking up when I was lying. The one who saw me off to school and spent sad days alone, yet magically produced a smile as soon as I came home. The one who makes such sacrifices to always put me first, who lets me test my broken wings, in spite of how it hurts. Who paints the world a rainbow when it's filled with broken dreams, who explains it all so clearly when nothing is what it seems. Are there really any words for this? I find this question tough. Anything I want to say just doesn't seem enough. What way is there to thank you for your heart, your sweat, your tears, for ten thousand things you've done for oh so many years. For changing with me as I changed, accepting all my flaws, not loving 'cause you had to, but loving just because. For never giving up on me when your wits had reached its end, for always being proud of me, for being my best friend. And so I come to realize, the only way to say, the only thank you that's enough is clear in just one way. Look at me before you see what I've become. Do you see yourself in me, the job that you have done? All your hopes and all your dreams, the strength that no one sees, a transfer over many years, your best was to pass me. Thank you for the gifts you give, for everything you do, but thank you, Mommy, most of all for making dreams come true. |
A daughter who is aware of the great debt she owes to her mother puts her gratitude into words. | Reanna Almeida | February 2006 | 7 | 1794 | 1246 |
194 | 2018-02-27 22:05:36 | A Little More Time With You | 4.58 | Here we are again, seperated mending our broken hearts, wondering if we will ever be blessed with a chance for a brand new start. Once again not seeing your face every day has again screwed me all up, but I still have pleasant memories in the morning as I'm still drinking from your coffee cup. I try to dwell on the good times, but the bad ones have outweighed them quit a bit the past few years. I love you so much Mom, but I can tell a dream from what's real as I shed my tears. I don't have money for you, but I have just as much love as the sky so blue, and my never ending whispers of prayers asking GOD to spend a little more time with you. Mom, I can share with you the loneliness that you must feel, and you can probably share with me that I can finally decipher what's a dream and what is real. Again Mom there is nothing I can do for you except send in this poem. All of my love, and I pray for a blessing to you of strength from The Good Lord Above. I hate the fact that we can't see each other and the phone minutes are so few, but just remember Mom I'm praying for GOD to spend a little more time with you! |
A child writes a poem to her mother. They are separated and far away, but she wants her Mom to know that she is thinking of her and praying to God that someday soon they will be reunited. | Tina L. Seidel | February 2006 | 0 | 45 | 55 |
195 | 2018-02-27 22:05:38 | Angel In Disguise | 4.58 | The other day I met an angel And when I looked into her eyes I saw a love to pierce the darkness I saw that hate she truly despised I saw the comfort and compassion When I was broken or would cry She'd embrace me into her arms And sing to me a lullaby The words so inspirational I'd close my eyes and dream The melody so graceful I was hearing Heaven sing She taught me many lessons About how to live my life Pleasingly towards Jesus Loving daughter, mother, wife She taught me ways of wisdom To always speak the truth She taught me the books of the Bible Joshua, Judges, Ruth Together we play for hours Trains, house, and dolls But soon the sky darkens The sun begins to fall I look in dismay at the night sky Then back to my angel friend I knew she would be leaving It was time for goodbyes; this was the end The angel smiled brightly Then revealed her disguise I stood in amazement I gazed into her eyes Her face brightly glowing Her hair fell down in curls She smiled at me so brightly Wearing a necklace of pearls We stood staring at each other Then I would realize That there stood my mother Angel in disguise |
A girl looks up to her mother and sees her many beautiful qualities, realizing that she is like an angel in disguise. | Jennifer Rasmussen | February 2006 | 1 | 99 | 233 |
196 | 2018-02-27 22:05:39 | Mommy Don't Go | 4.53 | Fields of love, rain drops of joy. You hear friends saying, you're mommys little boy. Mommy can you play, mommy will you stay. Walk a little straighter mommy, because you're leading me this way. Mommy please don't leave, it's not your turn to go. I'm sitting in this waiting chair, praying your blood will flow. Please don't leave, I need you here. So my life, can be perfectly clear. Pull through this, I know that you can. Come on mommy, it's mommys little man. Mommy can you hear me? please say you do. Come on mommy, I know you'll pull through. I love you mommy, nothing is going to change. Mommy please try, so my life can stay the same. Please try, please try! It's not your turn, you can not die. Mommy I love you, I know you love me too. That is why you've got to make it, please make it through. I've said enough, I know that you can do it. Please stay with me, I know you'll pull through it. I Love You Mommy! |
A child talking to his mother as she lays sick, begging her not to die, to pull through. "I need you Mom, don't go". | Lauren M. Duncan | February 2006 | 10 | 72 | 796 |
197 | 2018-02-27 22:05:45 | I Love You Mom | 4.46 | You are the one who brought me along, You are the one who sang me that song. You are the one who taught me all there was to learn. You are the one who helped me not to burn. You are the one who taught me to love, You are the one who's sent from above. You are the one who loves me so dear, You are the one who was there for every tear. You are the one who never left my side, You are the one who kept me alive. You are the one who cared for me each day, You are the one who showed me God and how to pray. You prayed that every day would be a joyous day, And asked God to come into your heart and stay I can't believe how much and how fast I have grown, But I know I can always rely on you when I feel alone. I Love You Mom!!! |
This Poem is a tribute to a Mom's love, always there for her child. Dedicated to Mary DeVincentz. | Nicole DeVincentz | February 2006 | 2 | 152 | 366 |
198 | 2018-02-27 22:05:49 | A True Angel | 4.46 | A mother is special, she's more than a friend. Whenever you need her, she'll give you a hand. She'll lead you and guide you in all that you do. Try all that she can just to see you get through. Good times and bad times, she's there for it all. Say head up, be proud, and always stand tall. She'll love you through quarrels and even big fights, or heart to heart chats on cold lonely nights. My mother's the greatest that I've ever known, I think God made my mother like He'd make his own. A praiser, a helper, an encourager too, nothing in this world that she wouldn't do. To help us succeed she does all that she can, raised a young boy now into a man. I want to say thank you for all that you do, please always know mom, that I love you. |
A son writes a poem to his mother in praise of her many virtues. This poem is cute and right on. | George W. Zellars | February 2006 | 3 | 1231 | 1212 |
199 | 2018-02-27 22:05:53 | Mommy | 4.45 | Mommy, I love you More than you see You have always been there When I needed you to be I know I don't show How great my love is But I need you to know All the love of you I have to give I wish there was more For you I could do But all I can say Is how much I love you It is deeper than the oceans Higher than the sun I could shout it forever And still not be done Your smile is a keepsake I keep close to my heart That I open up and treasure When we are apart |
A child expresses her love to her mother and regrets that she doesn't share it enough. | Gail M. Russellburg | February 2006 | 1 | 509 | 364 |
200 | 2018-02-27 22:05:56 | Attached As Could Be | 4.62 | Just a baby girl Attached as could be You showed me the world Through my curiosity When we were together Attached as could be These are the things You showed me... The moon in the sky The stars up above This is the way You showed your love... Sunshine and flowers Butterflies and bees A bird in the air A squirrel in a tree You carried me here You carried me there You showed me your world So willing to share Attached we were Attached as could be When I was with you And you with me You called me your angel Sent from above Our attachment in life An expression of love Now you are gone I still don't know why But I feel you I know you're close by I've gotten older The years speed away My love for you It's here to stay I am with you And you with me My Guardian Angel Attached as could be more by Claudia Lee |
This poem was written in memory a grandfather who was very close to his baby granddaughter. He passed when she was only a year old. | Claudia Lee | June 2015 | 0 | 66 | 80 |
201 | 2018-02-27 22:06:02 | Grandpa's Little Silly | 4.49 | He was always there for her right from the very start, This precious little girl captured his heart, Though they shared no blood and skin color wasn't the same, little Eme knew him by only one name, Grandpa she'd say, I love you so much, It would go right to a place that only she touched, He'd call her his silly and she'd give him a smile, But his time with her was just a short while, Quintin left this world the day after Eme turned three, Leaving so many wondering how could this be, But Eme still says I love you grandpa and she says it extra loud, 'Cause she wants Grandpa Quintin to hear it from way up in the clouds, more by Barbara Bailey |
This poem is about my grandbaby Eme who lost her grandpa Quintin the day after she turned three. They had a love that was like no other. Grandpa's little silly will miss him forever. | Barbara Bailey | July 2007 | 1 | 15 | 254 |
202 | 2018-02-27 22:06:06 | The Perfect Little Girl | 4.48 | When God was making our granddaughter, He thought, "What can I do To create a perfect little girl To make a grandma's dream come true?" He started with cute and healthy Then added extra smarts. Then threw in lots of giggles To lighten up our hearts. He made her eyes a great big blue And put extra twinkles there. Then stroked her skin with angle dust To make it soft and fair. He made her brave and made her strong. Part --- and part------ And made her big enough to share So everyone could treasure. It's been seven years since God sent you, And I'm thankful every day That he heard the prayer from Grandma And sent the perfect little girl our way. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY PAPA AND I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH |
Written for my granddaughter on her 7th birthday. The blank spaces had our family names. | JJ | June 2007 | 1 | 426 | 801 |
203 | 2018-02-27 22:06:10 | Grandchildren | 4.43 | Sometimes I really do wonder, Why they are called grand? Then I know A Loving Grandmother Can always fully understand. You get that important phone call You have waited for so long, Excitement really kicks in, As you arrive and rush down the hall. You see that precious baby, Gender really doesn't matter at all. It brings back many memories Of when your children were so small. You congratulate the parents, As you see mother and baby are o.k., You know without a doubt, This was done in own God's way. Many sacrifices made along the way, Are very much worthwhile, When you see that sweet little face, And that bright cheery smile. Time rocks on as they grow and grow, Then comes their future, rushing to and fro, They will always be our babies, If anyone should ask, They are all very special, From the first one to the last!!!! |
Being a grandmother of fourteen granddaughters, fourteen grandsons, one great-granddaughter, and one great grandson, I feel very blessed and honored to be called Mama and try to set "A Christian Example" before them each day. | Earline Brasher | June 2007 | 1 | 214 | 428 |
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