Most Commented Family Poems (502)

Your children are watching the world through your eyes
Are they seeing the truth or learning to lie?
Your children are watching the world through your eyes
Are they seeing compassion or how to criticize?
Your children are hearing the world through your ears
Are they hearing your laughter or experiencing tears?
Your children are hearing the world through your speech
Are they speaking words of encouragement or other words you teach?
Your children are seeing the world’s different colors
Are they appreciating differences or cutting down others?
Your children are sampling many new tastes
Are they enjoying these samples or treating them as waste?
We know that our children indeed learn what they live
Are they learning to take..or are they learning to give?
A brand new born baby is pure without sin
We train up their thinking to manhood from then
And what will they learn as they grow on the way?
To rebel and do evil or do good and obey?
They learn from example, a powerful thing
They’ll see how to cry, how to laugh, how to sing,
How to treat others fairly, how to offer a hand
How to share with their brother,
And be a virtuous woman or man
You can’t teach integrity by reading a book
They learn by your example when they stop and they look
So respect all your children, show them love every day
And you’ll see as they watch you,
They will be like you someday.
For your children are watching the world through your eyes
And how you envision things, will soon materialize.

Born an bred a country girl from sheepfarmers stock
Your strength of mind an character was never a shock
A sense of humour came with ease , giftwrapped your soul
Accomodated the hurdles , you had in life , as a whole

You raised your siblings through the hardest part of life
Lard an bread their diet , to get you out of strife
An all the time , never mind ,you'd take it on the chin
An i'm sure if you looked hard enough , there was that cheeky grin

As i became a part of your life , as the years moved on
We may have had barriers , but we formed a special bond
Once again you had to care for more than your share
Never once did i ever see or feel the ruffle of your hair

Amazing cook with meals they fed , an sated everytime
Creating eagerness for the ringing bell , around dinnertime
You could here it three blocks away , an strain as you might
You knew it was that time of day , an off you go in full flight

Your garden was your passion , an out of every bloom
Came the beauty of your soul , each petal had entombed
Vivacious colours , all around the house there'd be
Are some of the fondest memories i have of thee

Rain falls on freshly raked grass
Greening up will spruce along
The freshness of spring surpass
The calling of a new birdsong
The humming of a happy lass
Bringing in the clothes ere long
Still flapping in a breeze that pass
From yonder hilltop blowing strong

The chesty coughs of infant's in the morn,
and the frost that melted,
on the inside of the bedroom windows.
Our beds blanketed,
with old coats,
that had seen better days of town's war and street fair.

Then Father would leave throught the tumb latched door,
to farm the land that kept our bellies fed.
Whilst Mother would fill the turf basket,
to rekindle the glow in the embers of the ash.

The water barrell, with it's thick lid of ice,
was broken to make the pot of tea.
Then Mother would make the stir-about,
For Johnny and me.

Father with his lone horse and plough,
would be warm by now.
And on his plate,
sat bacon, eggs and toast.
Cooked on the range that Mother slaved to.

When I became a man,
I ate from his plate.
My bacon, my eggs, my toast.

And looking back to then,
I lived the struggle.
Of rural life.
With my dirty cold bare feet of 1916.


Liza Mc Beth.

16/1/14.

Warm inviting arms
open wide
unconditional love.
Asking me
How was your day?
My church
My family
reaching out to me
making sure i am ok.
Being uplifted to
my family.
Trying to bring them
to church to show
Christ through
another way.
Sports
Events
Pulling them in.
Thank you
Lord for them.
My christian
brothers & sisters.
A gift from
GOD
THANK YOU.

i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world i not play your game fake world

Flowing across the street
as if doing something so
simple as to take a walk.
Delighting my eyes with
the colors of the rainbow.
Music playing as it roars
into a crescendo rising up
to great you as if to say
H..E..L..L..O..
This music is carried on
the winds of the world as
it is being played just
for you.
Open your eyes ears to all
the beauty that is before
you it might surprise you.

A hero can be anyone,
You're important to someone.
You don't have to save a life,
To be a hero to your wife.

You're a hero when you do,
More than what you have to.
Providing things for those you love,
Teaching them of things above.

Teaching others to do their best,
To try harder than the rest.
What they should and should not fear,
And the morels we hold dear.

Helping them to grow mature,
Living life honest and pure.
To do their duty all the time,
And to never commit a crime

Many do that which they should,
Some do not, though they could.
Others only what they must,
Those doing most are easier to trust.

You should be a living example,
Nothing good ever to trample.
If you want to be your best,
You must do more than the rest.

pity all around.

oh well.

listen now.

betray this later.

when there is few who care.

muster.

Jan & Ken was a couple from the uk 
Who decided one day 
On an adventure they would go 
They acquired two mopeds although they were slow 
To Australia they would ride 
Their peers comments were snide 
People thought these two we're mad 
They were expected to return beaten and sad
So off they went on their quest
To reach Australia they'd do their best 
Ken led the way on his moped that day 
Their excitement was great and sure was true 
The adventure began and their bond grew 
Across many countries they travelled because 
They wanted to come to a place called Aus 
On arrival Jan looked in awe 
As she thought to paradise shed opened the door 
They travelled about the Aussie coast 
To see just where they liked the most 
Before long they were up north east
Ken in the mines the job he liked the least 
Ken worked hard to blasting underground 
Whilst up there then suddenly they found 
Jans stomach began to form a mound  
Not long after a girl was born 
They decided they would name her Claire 
She was a pretty little thing small and fair 
So then there was three 
Jan and Ken had began their own family tree 
They travelled again to Brissy they went 
A stalk flew in and a boy it sent 
They named him Heath 
He was a big lad, in birth he gave Jan all sorts of grief 
So now there was four, the tree had grown 
This was predicted by a palmist they'd shown 
That their prediction was right 
They had some sort of strange insight 
They also had an old truck 
So In the back of it they snuck 
A crib a bed and a kitchen kit 
The two kids bloody loved it
Could sleep and eat and travel around 
Untill finally Adelaide was the place they found 
Lived in a house on Stanford street 
It was right  in town it's here they'd meet 
New friends and foes 
They'd experience some highs and lows 
Let's buy a house they said one day 
So they did just that and we're on their way 
Off to Hackham they went 
On a house their money they spent 
the kids would school and grow up there 
Lots of fun and good time they shared 
As Ken & Jan worked on their plan 
To build something only a tenacious man can 
They bought some land in a paradise cove 
Called Pt Willunga it's here they'd move 
They  built a mansion to be precise 
A house with three levels would suffice 
Its was a mission for Jan and Ken 
A job so large would of broke many men 
Here again people sni**ered and said 
They're mad they'll both end up dead 
But failure was not a word they knew 
And sure enough a house and garden grew 
Claire and Heath loved it there 
They ran amok without a care 
So after all doubters along the way 
This is what they could say 
Here we are next to the beach 
In a great house to most out of reach 
After all these things married they never
Now was time to seal their bond forever 
So off they went to seal their bond 
To live by the seaside in a place they are so fond 


Happy Anniversary Mom n Dad love you both xxx