Daughter Poems, Poetry about daughters

Dad’s lesson

Daughter asks dad what
she should become

and Malaysian dad surprises
her with ‘you can be whatever
you want to be except dont be a racist’.

‘why suddenly such a downer subject? , ‘
daughter innocently asks.

‘Not serious. I just want to get
an important record straight -
and right from my heart. Racism
will spell the end of everything
good in this country, ‘ he stresses.

‘Well dad, I understand, ‘ she cools down
and dad warms up her hands with his.

This poem was written/submitted by John tiong chunghoo.

Father and daughter

Father and daughter spend some quiet time together in the living room
Shining through the curtain is the sun
And outside is the glorious afternoon

Father reads to his daughter the poetry she loves
Father and daughter enjoy each other’s company
Father takes his daughter by the hand
As they take a walk outside

Father cares for his daughter
And always wishes the very best to happen for .

This poem was written/submitted by Justin Gildow.

God thank You for daughters

Daughters God bless them
Little girls that grow to become women
But to a daddy they’re always his little girls
Even after they make him a grandfather

I’ve been blessed twice myself
Never would I have traded them fir a son
My daughters were my pride and joy
And I loved them more every single day

I remember the first time
One of them came to me with an adult problem
Instead of taking it to her mother
Asking me to help her understand men

I told her, let’s make a deal
I’ll helpYou understand men
And you’ll help me understand women
We both got a big laugh out of that

With his daughter a man can be
The tender, loving person he really is
The side of himself he hides from the world
Lest it mistakes him for a wimp

A daughter is a gem, precious and polished
Even back in the day when she was a tomboy
Teased by the other girls for playing with boys
Yet growing up to be the most feminine of them all

God thank You for daughters
And for giving me two of my own
I will love and cherish them forever
And Heaven help anyone who hurts them

This poem was written/submitted by Harry J. Couchon Jr.

Love to My Daughter

Alison my daughter, there’s no one like you
My little girl, my child number two
But sharing first place in my heart
And I still loved you, after we were torn apart

You are back in my life once again
And making me the happiest of men
My baby girl, now you’re all grown
After years, hearing your voice on the phone

We both cried, you and I
And happiness was the reason why
You’re filling the empty space in my soul
I’m a daddy again, now I feel whole

Akison seeing you again, after all these years
Expressing our love with words, hugs and tears
Five days together, how fast they did fly
On the plane flying home, I had to cry

And finding out you are a poet too
My gift of words was given to you
The next time we’re together we’ll write a poem
Run off extra copies, for you to take home

Alison my baby, you live so far away
But I promise to call you each and every day
To tell you I love you and so much more
How happy I am, as I was once before

Vist or phone call, when it’s time to say goodbye
It’s all I can do not to break down and cry
For you my daughter, I will try to be strong
Because in your eyes, my tears don’t belong

This poem was written/submitted by Harry J. Couchon Jr.

Mother and Daughter

We’re daughter and mother
Not so long ago.
We give and take
And take and give
Along time’s endless row.
Love is passed
And love received
To be passed on again:
A precious heirloom
Twice, twice blessed,
A spiritual cardigan.

I’ll put it on
And treasure it,
The me I have received,
And when the roles
Reverse again,
I’ll have what I most need.

So may our love
Go on and on,
A hundred thousand years;
Mothers and daughters,
Daughters and mothers,
Through joys and other tears.

This poem was written/submitted by Maria.

Mother and Daughter

We’re daughter and mother
Not so long ago.
We give and take
And take and give
Along time’s endless row.
Love is passed
And love received
To be passed on again:
A precious heirloom
Twice, twice blessed,
A spiritual cardigan.

I’ll put it on
And treasure it,
The me I have received,
And when the roles
Reverse again,
I’ll have what I most need.

So may our love
Go on and on,
A hundred thousand years;
Mothers and daughters,
Daughters and mothers,
Through joys and other tears.

This poem was written/submitted by Julie.

My Beautiful Daughter

My beautiful daughter
You cannot know
How much my heart breaks
As I watch you grow

In time you’ll become
Independent and free
Always my daughter
And special to me

As you grow older
You will see
Through the eyes of a mother
Reflections of me

Past, present and future
All intertwined
My mother, your mother
All daughters you’ll find

Our reflections, not vanity
Mirrored lives we share
Always a daughter
Your mother, who cares.

This poem was written/submitted by Julie Copeland.

My Darling Daughter

I know you were sent to me from above,
We taught you to talk, we taught you to love.
I’ve always been there to comfort you,
But you have been there for me too!

I remember holding you as a child,
You laughed and giggled and always smiled.
I’ve thought of you as my best friend,
On you I know I can always depend.

Even now with your own family,
I know you’ll still have time for me.
On your wedding day, I will remember the years,
I know I will wipe away a few tears.

As we are approaching your wedding day.
There are so many things I still want to say,
If you ever need me, I will always be there,
Afterall I’m your Mom, and I will always care.

I hope that I have made it clear,
That you are my daughter and I love you dear.

This poem was written/submitted by Lovy.

My Daughter

You’ll never really know, my dear,
Just how much you mean to me,
A mother’s love, buried so deep,
That only my heart can see.

When I sit and really stare at you,
All I can do is grin,
Somewhere down deep inside,
I see myself within.

I’d never change a thing in you,
I thank God that your so fine,
Even when your at your worst,
I’m so proud that you are mine.

The roads we have traveled,
were not always that good,
I would take back all the pain you’ve felt,
Only if I could.

I know that I’m not perfect,
It’s the best that I can do,
But everyday, I thank the lord,
For a daughter as special as you.

This poem was written/submitted by Jullia.

My Daughter

We cannot raise the dead my daughter,
Love again is far,
Forage not in all the wreckage, dry your tears again
So raise your head, my daughter
and walk with me again
Through this murder may your spirit rise
As though an angel here
Could appear appear an angel dear
For you, my daughter, are mine.
Cannot we feel the blood she cries,
The soul that weeps so cold?
Ignore her purpose and let her die
Good, my daughter, say goodbye
To all the love your family had
For ours has gone away
The tears you weep in vain,
My daughter,
The tears you weep are lost.
Raise your head my precious daughter now,
For help has come our way
Though the help they give, the help they have,
Is far too late my daughter
My daughter you have seen the cold
Watched your mother fade away
The glimmer in her eyes
The emptiness we cannot disguise
The murder you have felt.
Try try my daughter, try again,
To once again love another,
Though haunted nights pass slowly now
And leave you cold and lost
May love again give you a meaning
When all you’ve known is pain
Yes, yes, my daughter, lie down again
For you have met your end.

This poem was written/submitted by Melissa fox.

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