Most Liked Family Poems (502)

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

Bright light blazing me over
room so warm and alive
thirst I ne’er felt before
waking - did I survive?
I only remember for sure
your promise to revive.
Whose hand trembling more
than I could ever contrive?
Staff buzz around the floor
hungry workers in a beehive
Such big smile you wore
I am glad I did arrive
I am glad I’m still yours.

it seems like a long time has passed
to long, not long enough
life moves to fast

when did you start to talk that way
whats his name and what does he say?

seems like yesterday I was your world
to me your still my little girl

I heard you say you love him
then you said he loved you too
what am I gonna do
what is love to you

is it passing a love letter
holding hands between a class
making faces together through glass

has he held your hand for 27 hours in the ICU
would he truly die for you?
he could be the best guy in the world
but I'm scared to lose my little girl

I know its a matter of time
and I still have awhile to go
but I want you to know

I love you with everything in me
all I want is for you to be happy
and you will always be my baby "B"

-love,Daddy

As I enter the afternoon of life,
I often pause to pay tribute to and to relish special memories…


Kayaking on a gentle African river with my 3-year old daughter,
Reliving the wonder, and awe in her eyes,
Reliving her keen sense of alertness and adventure lighting up her innocent angelic face…
Memories…


Reliving my ten-year old daughter’s first contact lenses,
Witnessing her intent fervency in the eye specialist’s waiting room,
An eager smile dancing on her lips,
A new adventure is about to begin,
And endless love just pouring out of my heart for my little girl…
Memories…


Feeding pigeons in London with my beautiful young wife and only four daughters at the time, two more were destined, two strapped to my wrists and two strapped to hers,
Magical moments, shared intimately with the one you love and with the unfathomably delightful fruits of our love, four round faces, this time up in arms at the indignity of being leashed to parents’ wrists,
But the pigeons slowly thaw the ice and heavy little hearts are soon cavorting around doing air-acrobatics with feathered friends…
Memories…

Collecting sunflowers on a soft Sunday afternoon in a rural African town with the woman soon to be my bride, marveling still that I heard the enchanting ‘yes’ to my question, thus sparing me from petrification of heart,
Proudly watching her lithesome body and nimble fingers plucking sunflowers, dozens and dozens of them, they were splashed everywhere that Tuesday at our wedding, in celebration of the joint life we were about to begin, with their big, open, yellow smiles…
Wow! What a wonderful woman she was,
I still love her deeply, as she smiles at us from her new home, in a dimension unknown to us, but no less real,
Her smiling face renewed again and full of twinkle, as if to say to the cruel cancer that prematurely took her from us:-
“… you did not destroy, you merely raised our consciousness…”
I love you, my heartthrob,
And I miss you soo…
Memories…

All I've wanted is for us to get on,

Now i feel itsbecase of me you've gone.

You are my sister and i just wanna talk,

Its not my fault i had to walk.


I had to walk away from our family,

But i am here to help and talk if you need me.

Sister i'm sorry you were stuck in the middle,

So now i say my apology within a Riddle.


Thinking about some of th things i've said and done to you,

I want you to know i'm sorry for all them things too.

These last few months for me have been a complete brain twister,

I alway end up thinking ' but she's ya sister.'
.

Just hours ago I got an unpleasant call
My sister's voice sounding rather raw.

"Have you heard from Mom today? "No" I replied,
Try as she did - not to, she broke and cried.

"Dad's been in a wreck.....but he's alive!"
"Don't you worry now,.... he did survive!"

The details began to pour out like soured cream
A sudden surreal moment that seemed like a dream.

A sudden stop of traffic brought him to a halt!
A situation for which he was certainly not at fault!

From behind, a 'Big Rig' - with no time to respond
twas on top of his rig like water on a pond!

Returning from Colorado with my cousin on board,
Pick-up filled with cousin's possessions restored.

Hauling a trailer of my cousin's, carrying his boat,
Just hoping for another chance to put it afloat.

After today's events of nearly losing their lives,
They're both blessed now to be home with their wives!

The boat and the trailer - pulverized! A pile of scrap!
The bed of my dad's truck - now as flat as cow crap!

Had it not been for the trailer loaded with the boat,
and all of cousin's 'stuff' stacked like cattails in a mote,

That Big 18 Wheeler would have done more damage still
like a carnivorous animal looking for it's prey to kill.

But, as the Good Lord above looked down on the pair.
Twas His good pleasure for their lives to spare.

Their lives were saved today by a most unusual cushion,
a trailer, with a boat stopped DEATH from it's pushin!

I am not perfect
I struggle inside
Being so strict
Your rules I can not abide.

My wings are bound
I struggle to breathe
Release my Lord
let me be freed.

Trying to leave
you block my path
Sitting in tears
you stand over me and laugh.

Out the door
you see me flee
Now who's the one
dancing with glee?

Part of my past
you have become
Your ingrained in our children
can your damage be undone?

“I have forgiven mother”

She tarries with hope
that the good woman will pray her clemency for her own sins,
but that hour is expired;
Gee grew a strong wit
"Mother is no longer my burden"
Jesus came from hard conscience to corroborate her lies
The WORD written in black and white:
“Us twain is now one; for this reason I depart from her”
Three moons less than time in the safety of the womb is slight

In the past mother was necessity,
but she grew weary of the pace;
her birth city received her
The old Jewish woman was left
with stage three pressure ulcers
while the twain bender in Atlantic City
Their backsides were not masked by mother’s conformity
My mother's now defiant fingers work dutifully in another excrement,
goat stool in her callaloo garden

Before the recession, money was tossed in all directions;
I took hold of a few green ones.
She lived to outdo her alliance,
but high seat killed Miss. Thomas’ cat
Mother watched her outshone the Jones
The recession was never her downfall;
immorality got the better of her.
Jesus was overlooked
“put the WORD to work,
compensate the guardian of your youth”

She had to let a nation know how well off she was
Her enemies know her silver spoon was achieved
Her splurges buried ethics, and smiles were wide as graves
She let me know in scripts:
“A new being I am now; My shine is unlike years ago”
Vanity is not here in show, but her heart remains the same
Like the Jewish elder, mother is spurned
with bruising on her heart.

The poetry is in the being, not in the ryhm.
Although, at times its hard on the knees, I love being a Dad.
Thank you God for the wonderful gift you gave me, my son.

many moons ago
I taught my son to ride
his very first bicycle
slowly at first, I trotted
beside, to hold him up
as he got the hang of it

as I ran beside
I gave him one final push
off into the world
and he sped ahead
for a mere split-second

before crumpling over
with the bike on the lawn
crying, he looked up
in dismay and cried
"why did you push me!?"

the weight of guilt
pressed me back
as i realized my mistake
oh, panged parenthood

bicycles stood to ride
bruised we both rubbed
ourselves peddling pride
turning we continued

so that in short order
he was riding circles
around the house, and me
in his own Circle Game

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-18