Graduation Poem for Family

Poem About Watching A Child Grow

Watching a child grow up can be nerve wracking, but it is also the time of greatest closeness between parent and child.

Paper, Paint, And Crayons

© Margaret Alliet
Eighteen years, a thousand fears,
Yet countless joyful times.
A tiny baby smiles just once,
Her Daddy's heart it binds.

A toddler cries with tearful eyes,
That only Mom can dry.
The little girl so cute in pink
Decides what clothes she'll try.

Her favorite pastime soon becomes
All paper, paint, and crayons.
Some years go by, she's growing fast,
No longer holds our hands.

She struggles some along the way,
We hope she feels our love.
The strength she needs takes all she has,
She's all we're thinking of.

The sun breaks through, she finds her way,
The clouds begin to clear.
And every day that passes now,
Each one we hold so dear.

She'll leave us soon to spread her wings,
A dream or two to find.
We know her life's forever bound
To these roots she leaves behind.

We hope she knows how proud we are,
How deep our love resides.
How much we've learned along the way,
Seeing through our child's eyes.

The paper, paint, and crayons
Through graduation years,
Will always be our most precious ones,
Despite the thousand fears.


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Published: Feb 2006

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  • Congratulations on having raised a model child. This is exactly how I feel about my late daughter, Candice. Make maximum use of every moment you have with yours. The time flies too fast.

    Sister Lydia Submitted Oct 2012
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