These Inspirational Family Poems and Parenting Poems are some of my favorites. Why not pretend you’re at a trendy café about to enjoy a poetry reading. Got your tissues handy? Now, grab a cup of cappuccino, relax in a comfy chair, think about the words, and feel the emotions.
|Being a parent can be incredibly stressful at times. If you are fortunate enough to have family and friends providing a supportive network that you can tap into when you need advice, a shoulder to cry on, a babysitter, and the like . . then, you are very fortunate indeed. Even so, I find it helpful to collect poems and scripture verses that are uplifting when I need it the most.|
That is how this collection began. I add inspiration as I find it. I hope you will find comfort as well as humor here. Sip your latte and savor the wisdom of the words below.
By Lewis Carroll
A Mother's breast:
Safe refuge from her childish fears,
From childish troubles, childish tears,
Mists that enshroud her dawning years!
see how in sleep she seems to sing
A voiceless psalm--an offering
Raised, to the glory of her King
In Love: for Love is Rest.
A Darling's kiss:
Dearest of all the signs that fleet
From lips that lovingly repeat
Again, again, the message sweet!
Full to the brim with girlish glee,
A child, a very child is she,
Whose dream of heaven is still to be
At Home: for Home is Bliss.
By Henry van Dyke,
The White Bees and Other Poems, 1909
I read within a poet’s book
A word that starred the page:
“Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage!”
Yes, that is true; and something more
You’ll find, where’er you roam,
That marble floors and gilded walls
Can never make a home.
But, every house where Love abides,
And Friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home-sweet-home:
For there the heart can rest.
By Edgar Guest
He little knew the sorrow that was in his vacant chair,
He never guessed they’d miss him, or he’d surely have been there;
He couldn’t see his mother or the lump that filled her throat,
Or the tears that started falling as she read his hasty note;
And he couldn’t see his father, sitting sorrowful and dumb,
Or he never would have written that he thought he couldn’t come.
He little knew the gladness that his presence would have made,
And the joy it would have given, or he never would have stayed.
He didn’t know how hungry had the little mother grown
Once again to see her baby and to claim him for her own.
He didn’t guess the meaning of his visit Christmas Day
Or he never would have written that he couldn’t get away.
He couldn’t see the fading of the cheeks that once were pink,
And the silver in the tresses; and he didn’t stop to think
How the years are passing swiftly, and next Christmas it might be
There would be no home to visit and no mother dear to see.
He didn’t think about it – I’ll not say he didn’t care.
He was heedless and forgetful or he’d surely have been there.
Are you going home for Christmas? Have you written you’ll be there?
Going home to kiss the mother and to show her that you care?
Going home to greet the father in a way to make him glad?
If you’re not I hope there’ll never come a time you’ll wish you had.
Just sit down and write a letter – it will make their heart strings hum
With a tune of perfect gladness – if you’ll tell them that you’ll come.
By Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child’s Garden of Verses
It is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and drink,
With little children saying grace
In every Christian kind of place.
A Cinquain by Sean Kelley at age 10
Christians who love God
Every parent can relate to this inspirational family poem. We all want the best for our children. The problem is we may not always know what is best for them. Read Matthew 20: 20-28 to find out if this mother gets her request.
from The Rhyming Gospels, a poetic paraphrase of Holy Scripture,
by Bernard Williams.
Then the mother of James and John
Came forward at their bequest,
She knelt down before Jesus
To make known her request.
Jesus looked down upon her,
Asked, “What is your desire?”
She said, “To serve in your kingdom
My two sons do aspire.”
“Command one to stand at your right,
For both I want the best,
The other put at your left hand,
This, then is my request.”
By Robert Louis Stevenson,
A Child’s Garden of Verses
A child should always say what’s true
And speak when he is spoken to,
And behave mannerly at table;
At least as far as he is able.
By Edgar Guest
We play at our house and have all sorts of fun,
An’ there’s always a game when supper is done;
An’ at our house there’s marks on the walls an’ the stairs,
An’ some terrible scratches on some of the chairs;
An’ ma says that our house is surely a fright,
But pa and I say that our house is all right.
At our house we laugh an’ we sing an’ we shout,
An’ whirl all the chairs and the tables about,
An’ I rassle my pa an’ I get him down too,
An’ he’s all out of breath when the fightin’ is through;
Am’ ma says our house is surely a sight,
But pa an’ I say that our house is all right.
I’ve been to houses with pa where I had
To sit in a chair like a good little lad,
An’ there wasn’t a mark on the walls an’ the chairs,
An’ the stuff that we have couldn’t come up to theirs;
An’ pa said to ma that for all of their joy
He wouldn’t change places and give up his boy.
They never have races nor rassles nor fights.
Coz they have no children to play with at nights;
An’ their walls are all clean and their curtains hang straight,
An’ everthing’s shiny an’ right up to date;
But pa says with all of its racket an’ fuss,
He’d rather by far live at our house with us.
A poem by Scott Kelley at age 14
Who is like a grandma?I would like to know.A face filled with a smile.A head crowned with snow.
Her words are always kind,no matter what you do.And she always wants to help,as long as your heart is true.
Now, grandpa is a different breed.His bark is worse than his bite.If you ever catch him without his teeth,he’s really a funny sight!
But teeth don’t have anything to dowith being very bright.Between the two you have quite a blendof humor, patience, and wisdom no end.