Parenthood Poems - Poems about Parenthood

I sit here with guilt and recent understanding. I didn’t know what I didn’t know. I sit here with remorse, and now I’m rebranding. Because to live is to learn and to learn is it grow. It is like I stepped in your shoes when I became a mother. You were doing your best, one foot in front of the...

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Every now and then when I see someone flying a kite made of paper, strings and wood… I smile…remembering how flying a kite…is a lot like parenthood. How you spend a lot of time running around looking up…checking the sky… trying to catch the wind…and help your children fly. And how with each child you’re as proud as you were the...

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Welcome to the world My precious Little One The personification of innocence A bond never to be undone Holding you in my arms For the very first time Bridges the expanse Between the Earthly and the Divine Mere words cannot describe The love that fills my heart And our journey here together Is merely at its start As you grow, I will teach As you question, I will...

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My children know exactly how to hurt me They do it whenever it’s convenient for them My challenge is to love them, anyway, ...

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I hadn't noticed. Neither had he. No one had said anything. Then mum took note. Black spaghetti round the wheels. Where the lord's supper meets the road. Watching your child on a bike Crumpled suits and sweat-stained collars Wake me up when I want to wake up I am without weapons I need to be rugby league braver Banjo string vulnerable A toddler was coming to visit...

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As childhood days wax into history, Adam and Eve’s sacred parts haired, when Eve’s chest swells and Adam’s voice roars like thunderclaps, now is the dawn of their full bloom. Here, Adam and Eve get ridden in the train of love, in a rocket of paradise, and sometimes bumps into heartbreaks—the hurdles. We will birth young us, like the soil birth new trees life is a...

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Early mornings the kids awake But I feel guilt ‘cos I want a break Just 5 minutes to clear my head To drink my coffee and sit in bed. Longing to have children The heartache and the pain The damage took its toll Upon my body and my brain Here I am now, a mother Brimming full of pride But that doesn’t stop the...

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Do not look or wait for heaven’s kingdom, for it is in and outside of you Never tremble to ask for a hand to get through Pray without hypocrisy or you will fool just yourself Pray every day and night till the last breath itself Do not let the left hand know the crafting of...

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He gave it to her To give to you He expects back when you're through a little worn gently used some TLC Good as new This gift he gave to give to you Respect it love it  and Share it too This beautiful gift That's Given to you is pure as gold through and through So what is this gift Too good to...

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Parenthood My father hung in the belfry so many called him father, but the old woman in the house where I lived said he was my father. When I met Mother superior, her eyes softened for a moment. The hanging was an accident. At his funereal, the bishop attended to stop rumours of suicide. The old woman and I watched the...

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Parenthood Physical attraction leading to a one night stand After not using protection missing that first period Raging that he lied and told you he couldn’t have kids Engaging in a “relationship” that just weeks ago didn’t exist Never thinking that being a mom is something you could do alone Then he got the heck outta dodge and left you to...

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Two taps in an oval, ceramic mold (time pause of my playful, jittery tot) were set to dry and decorated bold, placed with care in a rustling garden plot. Fresh blooms surround, abounding with vigor like children's laughter, sunshine's pulse and rain. His feet fast extend, toes growing bigger, yet small remain his precious footprints twain. 5-2-2021 "Footprints" Old or New for a Prize...

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The other night we took a pottery class and I wish I could convey…the excitement we both felt with our hands immersed in clay. In some ways we felt like kids again…perhaps that’s the appeal…as we began to play in the mud…upon the potter’s wheel. Sitting on my stool or at the table where I stood I...

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The ever congratulated option Of willing absorption Of a blood distant, Making it yours, the next instant… In a court surfacing, All official papers filling, An affidavit swearing, One’s honest signature endorsing, Every bill handling And a parent’s face wearing… Wa-o-ow! A final elevation To parenthood And appropriate salivation Over what is adjudged good; A riddance to the worse Through some good money from one’s purse. It’s now a new scenery Of...

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Parenting is like flying a kite…you do an awful lot of running around using every breath you have to get your children up off the ground. And you never feel prouder…remember how you grinned The first time you saw your children fly… the first time they caught the wind? For you knew you’d helped them off the ground… you helped them...

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