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 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 submitted by Julie Copeland.

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 submitted by Harry J. Couchon Jr.

Relationship of Mother and Daughter

You can see it in their eyes,
in tender hugs and long good-byes,
a love that only moms and daughters know.

You can see it in their smiles,
through passing years and changing styles,
a friendship that continually seems to grow.

You can see it in their lives,
the joy each one of them derives,
in just knowing that the other one is there…

To care and to understand,
lend an ear or hold a hand,
and to celebrate the memories they share.

This poem was submitted by Julie.

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 submitted by Harry J. Couchon Jr.

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 submitted by John tiong chunghoo.

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 submitted by Lovy.

My Daughter

My Daughter means the world to me!
So much out there for her to see!
I’d like to take her in my arms,
and show her the world and all it’s charms.
As she grows a little day by day,
God lights the path, to guide her on her way.
As she blooms out like a precious flower,
She will always know God’s wonderful power

This poem was submitted by Victoria Levesque.

My teenage daughter

When you were little
perhaps two or three
dressed in your crown
of ‘joie de vie”

You’d chat for hours
about all that you’d do
life was your stage
awaiting its cue

Off you would run
wind in your hair
seeking adventure
and those who would dare

Follow your lead
in search of the stars
conquer your quest
of never too far

Now a young teen
your passion remains
to discover adventure
touch and attain

Yet the world is much bigger
with many a foe
so be safe in your travels
wherever you go

Take my love with you
pocket your pride
and I will continue
to pray Gods by your side..

This poem was submitted by Anne.

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 submitted by Jullia.

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