Family Visit Poems | Examples
These Family Visit poems are examples of Visit poems about Family. These are the best examples of Visit Family poems written by international poets.
Our son and wife and grandkids
Came to visit, which is rare,
For their lives are full and hectic;
To our own, it can’t compare.
It was cold and it was snowy
But our house was nice and warm,
Filled with music, food and board games,
Plus we danced up quite a storm.
Yet the Scrabble, Life and Pick-Up Sticks
And dominoes and Clue
Were competing with the I-Pads, Switches,
V-R* headset, too.
It’s a world that we can’t conquer
And if kids were forced to choose
Between retro games with Nana
And this tech, we’d have to lose.
Still, at least they made the effort
So we did our very best
To provide a fun-filled visit;
Now we need a week of rest!
*Virtual Reality - Google it!
Too many times we have to say
Goodbye to family and friends
Those days I get so upset
But I still see those memories of you
That I will never forget
I will always come to your grave
I will always touch your name
And picture where it's been engraved
There is so much pain in my heart
I feel like my heart is falling apart
As I leave your grave I know everything will be fine
But whatever you do please send me a sign
Your memories will always be inside my heart
Your pictures and memories will never keep us apart
I spend too much time on Facebook,
watching the reels, those cute little vids.
Those sweet puppy faces sure are a hook,
as well as the kitties, the piglets, and kids.
I spend too much time on Facebook
it's where my relatives live,
since elder kin have crossed the brook
I've no more time to give.
I have visited
my grandmom
who lives in
saint louis
and maybe
you had that plan too,
in this coming
summer
and thanks to God
I made it this spring
and grandmom is strong,
fine and funny
so excited
to see you
and great grandkids
in this coming
summer.
There's wood for chopping stacked up near the door
to fuel warm fires in the kitchen stove
which Papa proudly bought when I was four,
long time before I left this house to rove.
A puppy lies contented on the rug.
He's bigger than the one I'd called my own,
that pet I'd named for what he was, my Pug,
who cheered me up when I was all alone.
Whenever Mama cleaned, she shooed us out,
and off we'd run down to the swimming hole.
Now Papa's dead and Mama's got the gout.
I rise to go outside and take a stroll.
I bid farewell to summers gone for good;
before I leave again . . . I'll chop that wood.
Now When I Go Visit, Tears Fall, It Makes Me Sad
He rode the high plains to hell's dead weathered edge
Across the highest mountain on a horse he road
His grandpappy a wild man swung a heavy sledge
Many are the glowing legends on him were told
His heart was big and as pure as the finest gold
And he had a brilliant mind swift as blowing wind
The whole town, the entire county on him was sold
Even the meanest of animals was his best friend.
Yes, true to character they all on him were sold
Now from a baby he was a he-man full growed
And yes, a good country boy he was fairly grown
Old story, a good man, best I have ever known.
Now lies in small town cemetery, my loving dad.
Now when I go visit, tears fall, it makes me sad.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
March 24th, 1970, age 16
Note. I was quite young when I wrote this poem.
I was barely sixteen. Did not know much about the world but I knew my dad was a very honest, hard working, tough man.
Driving carefree through the herbaceous desert, Ruby and I
Off to meet up with family and friends this Fourth of July
Word games banter, years renewed, time gently drifts away
A sweet time sweeps by on this rehabituating Independence Day
The visit
My mother and went to visit her uncle and his family
they lived in the outskirt of the town what we thought of as posh
we took the bus.
Mother’s uncle was a foreman at an abattoir, therefore middle-class
in his wife’s eye.
When he came home from work his family, had two children
They had dinner in the kitchen, we sat in the living room
mother was given a cup of coffee I got a glass of milk.
When dinner was over her uncle came into the living room
I thought his hands were dripping with blood,
I think he gave her some money when his wife did the dishes.
We left, I was feeling angry without knowing why in the hall,
I said, have you got cats, no, his wife said? Odd I can smell cat piss.
Outside mother, scolded me for being so rude, but she smiled.
I never saw her uncle again nor his snobbish wife.
They never visited us, we lived on the wrong side of the town.
Unexpected or Unwanted
There arrival were always unexpected
With a string of curses never too far behind,
From the host, feeling particularly dejected,
Yet who’s always been able to have them wined,
And out the door without feeling affected.
With all that said they were quite kind,
Just chatty,
Simply put, they said anything in their mind,
Even so, they were never ratty,
But sometimes they were quite opined.
There visits were always quick,
They came, they laughed, they left,
And when they finally left it appeared to some as a trick,
Yet, alas, they were not that deft,
For something quite so sick.
The conversations were always filled with the same useless chatter,
Filled with their bottomless fake promises,
Where they reminisced on the days that we’re better,
Without ever asking themselves what that accomplishes,
And before you’re able to say see you next time they scatter.
(Quintain/Sicilian)
10/14/2021
THE VISIT
Our son has flown west
to visit his sister
Left the steel-gray landscape
of a snowy Thanksgiving in
Upstate New York for the hazel
brown mountains above the
sunny Rio Grande in distant
New Mexico
There the capricious testosterone
of his sister’s new man and
their eight-year-old son
orbit closely like moons around
her shining bright energy, tugging
at her moods that migrate like the
weather, often raging like storms
that are cyclonic and elliptical
on the surface of her spirit
in the shadows of
her soul
Special though they are
our son is her brother, a primeval
connection like interstellar light
and for two and a half days he will
circle my daughter like the rings
around a planet, reflecting frequencies
of light in the facets of his being, and
embracing with his colors, make her
radiant and pretty, a diamond in the
sky, distinctive in the family
of the sun
My Last Visit
I had one last visit to my family house,
Before it was given over to a new life,
One last visit,
Before its walls would be stripped bare,
Revealing textures we had never seen.
Before all the little faults, the cracks,
That made it home,
Would be clinically repaired,
And history white washed away.
My last visit to my family home,
I sat where my father had,
I lay in my old bedroom,
and picked out strange patterns and shapes,
Painted in time on the stained bedroom ceiling.
I admired Old pen marks,
Scribed onto torn papered walls,
Waiting to mean something again,
Domestic cave art channeling emotions,
Crying out Stories from our childhood past.
If a house could talk and feel,
This one spoke, cried and laughed at me,
In a voice drenched in heavy emotions,
In a voice that filled ever room,
With air made thick with feelings,
Feelings making space for hidden ghosts,
Quietly whispering of histories past.
And as I walked to the door one last time,
I turned,
Touched the wall,
And I think I said a silent prey,
One of thanks for times gone by,
And one,
Wishing,
For us both to move on.
John Roberts
December 2016
Looking Forward to a Visit
By Franklin Price
06/21/2020 (Father's Day)
Looking forward to a visit
From two nephews and their wives
They're stopping on their way back home
To share a small part of their lives
David, Patti, Joe and Misty
Are the traveling fearsome four
Who will be here very soon
And knocking on our door
They are my brother “Buddy's” kids
His nickname growing up
Our family always called him that
From the time he was a pup
He's still with us, in our hearts.
His sons are on the way
To see their uncle and his wife
On this 2020 Father's Day
They both are married fathers
That's how to play the game
Sons, have sons, while having fun,
To carry on the name.
They'll spend a short time with us
Then they'll be Florida bound
Going home to see their families
That they love to be around
After spending a few hours
They'll be off to their own houses
We'll be glad they came to see us
Having brought their lovely spouses
The Visit
By Franklin Price
04/10/2020
Your heart is big, you took some time
To visit for awhile
So glad that you are in our lives
To bring us both a smile
You came and helped us to contend
Took illness off our mind
More than a friend, you're family
So loving and so kind
We talked about the times we had
Sang a favorite song or two
We entertained each other
Cooked a favorite meal for you
The time passed way too quickly
The visit days ran out
The memories still linger
That's what friendship's all about
Whether you are here or not
Our amity will grow
Memories, both old and new,
Are the friendship seeds we sow
We'll keep in touch by internet,
A call, a present, or a card.
Or in my case, this poetry
It's really not the hard
Thank you so much for your much valued friendship
He walked slowly, taking in the sight and smell of the field.
The memories of games gone by, filled his heart with joy as he recalled his many turns at bat.
Baseball was his first love and he recalled his family cheering him on, in the stands.
His father had put a baseball in his hands as soon as, he could stand.
Another deep breath, as a cool breeze swept across the field.
What thrilled him most was the swing and crack, of the bat.
Dusk fell a he recalled all of the home runs; something moved overhead; a bat!
He watched as the thing soared above the stands.
This place was home; growing up he’d practically lived in this field.
Picking up his glove and ball, he threw a pitch across the field; then he picked up his bat; still hearing the cheers from the stands…craccckkk...adrenaline rush!
26 July 2018 8:11 Pm
Facebook is good to keep up with the days ins and outs
But face to face interaction is what life is really about
Do not let facebook and other computer programs
Take the place of real life with family and friends
Let no excuse keep you apart
Cement the bonds in person heart to heart
Lend a hand not just an ear
Lend your shoulder to catch each others tears
Reach out and take each others hand
And walk together across this land
Remember when you had visits from aunts and uncles
When you played with cousins catching bugs and jumping puddles
You bonded with real memories precious and dear
You relive them through phone lines from mouth to ear
Would you not rather hug them close
And show them you love them in the way that matters most
Go see each other have lunch and pick nicks
Make memories that last and forever stick
You will see your love grow ten fold
And you will train the young who will to soon grow old