Family Poems for Kids

Family Poems for Kids

Fun & Serious Family Poems for Children

All children are born into a family, and it’s with those people they create bonds, strong relationships, and lasting memories. Even when brothers and sisters get on each other’s nerves, deep down they love each other. Grandparents, mothers and fathers, and siblings hold a special place in a child’s heart.

29 Family Poems for Kids - From Fun to Serious

  1. 1. Brother Trouble

    I was the middle of three sons in our family. I remember how different my relationship was with my older brother as compared to my younger one. Even though we are all now in our eighties, traces of that difference remain.

    Fun Poem About Mixed Feelings For An Older Brother

    Of all the burdens I must bear,
    My brother's number one.
    Our parents really messed up there.
    They've raised an awful son.
    He's lazy, stubborn, rough and mean
    And thinks he's boss of me.
    The biggest grouch you've ever seen
    And greedy as can be.

    His constant teasing makes me sore.
    He does it just for spite.
    He cheats and brags and, furthermore,
    He tickles when we fight.
    Unless he stops, I swear someday
    I'll punch his ugly face.
    And if they'd let me have my way,
    I'd shoot him into space.

    But other times he's not so bad.
    He's taught me lots of games.
    He gave me toys and books he had
    And calls me funny names.
    He helps me when my homework's hard
    And finds me when I hide.
    He built the treehouse in our yard
    And lets me play inside.

    He laughs at every joke I tell
    And gives me good advice.
    He knows when I'm not feeling well
    And treats me extra nice.
    So, all in all, I'd have to say
    It's better in the end
    To let the no-good nuisance stay.
    My brother is my friend.

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  3. 2. Great Grandpa

    Hi, my name is Alan Balter, and I am a retired university professor. I worked at the University of Illinois and Chicago State University where my job was to prepare teachers for children with special needs. Now, in retirement, I write fiction, personal essays, and poetry. I wrote "Great Grandpa" to honor the man and to preserve his memory for younger people in the family.

    My Great Grandfather And His Life's Work

    Great Grandpa is a wise old man who says he's ninety-four.
    He tells me that he lost his leg fighting in some war.
    When I was just a little tot with eyes and nose still runny,
    He swears that he forgot my name, so now he calls me Sonny.

    Great Grandpa is a carpenter; he makes things out of wood,
    Chairs and stairs and pegs and legs; gee, I wish I could.
    He has saws and tools and tapes and rules in the shed where he does work.
    Most times he's out there late at night with his dear old helper, Turk.

    Together they talk of good old days, 'bout things they used to do,
    And sometimes they just kick around what are lies and what is true.
    Once at breakfast, I asked my gramps when he learned his trade.
    He said, "Sonny, I'm very proud to say it was down in second grade."

    "Gramps," I said, "Now that's a fib; you weren't but seven or eight.
    A boy can't be a carpenter at such an early date."
    Grandpa winked and took a swig of cider for his thirst.
    "Why, sure you can; it's easy Sonny, after nine straight years in first!"

    We laughed and then he took a nap; his skin grew pale and lighter.
    I loved his wrinkled face and brow, this great old freedom fighter.
    He had a restful sleep awhile snoring soft and steady.
    I wonder if Great Grandpa knows I'm missing him already.

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  5. 3. Fishing With My Grandpa

    • By Dawneisha Washington
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A girl shares about the special time she spends with her Grandpa.

    Poem About Spending Time With Grandpa

    My Grandpa and I do a lot of things together,
    But fishing with my Grandpa is the best ever.
    I love going to the lake when the sky is all blue.
    I love riding in my Grandpa's boat, too.
    The next trip to the lake I don't want to miss.
    Just being with my Grandpa is better than catching fish.

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    Love your poem about fishing with your Grandpa. There are millions of fish in the oceans and ponds, but being with your Grandpa is a beautiful bond! Enjoy every memory with him; it's priceless!

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  6. 4. My Little Nephew

    This poem is about my little nephew and dedicated to all kids everywhere. They're adorable and very inquisitive in nature. I love their contagious smile. Kids are fun to be with. They have so many dreams and aspirations in life. I hope you'll enjoy this couplet series.

    Whenever I see your sweetest smile,
    My pain and sorrow are gone for a while.

    Whenever I get mad because you're so unruly,
    You'll just hug me and say, "I'm sorry!"

    You've got a lot of questions.
    You have some wonderful visions!

    My little nephew, let your imagination soar;
    Let your spirit travel afar...

    Spread your wings of generosity;
    Open your heart to the wretched and needy!

    And you'll discover the rainbow
    Of hope that's within you...

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  7. 5. From Dad

    • By Richard Burge
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011

    Recently, I came to the conclusion that I want to write poetry. What better poetry to write than about your kids? This poem is about my love for my children.

    A Dad's Love For His Children

    I never thought I could love someone
    The way that I love you.
    I'm completely fascinated
    With everything you do.

    I don't regret a moment with you,
    Whether good or bad.
    You have made my life complete,
    The best life a guy could have.

    You might not ever notice
    Everything I do,
    But everything I'm doing
    Is for no one else but you.

    My goal in life is simple.
    It's to be your father first.
    To protect, defend, and love you
    When you are at your worst.

    I know when you grow older
    You won't want me anymore.
    If you ever need me, though,
    I'll be waiting at the door.

    Promise you will come to me
    With any problem that you have.
    I'll always be right here for you.
    I love you both! Love, Dad

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  8. 6. A Mom Is Like A Present

    • By Andee
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008

    Hi, I'm Andee, and I'm twelve years old. I wrote this poem to my mom on Mother's Day. I hope you enjoy it very much.

    A mom is a person to stand right
    beside you until the very end.
    She'll always be there for you,
    no matter where or when.

    A mommy will care for you.
    She'll be right by your side.
    She wants to be with you
    when you need to run and hide.

    A mom is like a superhero.
    She'll always be there for you,
    and when you need her the most,
    she'll always come through.

    A mother is like a shining star,
    shining through the night,
    a big beautiful brightness
    that helps you when you're in fright.

    A mother is like a present
    you get on Christmas morning.
    She's fun, joyful, and caring,
    and she's rarely ever boring.

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    It's a loving and inspiring poem. I loved it. The best poem I've ever read!

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  9. 7. My Best Friend, My Mother

    • By Linda S. Cooper-Freeman
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    Poem to a mother who is also a best friend.

    This woman as beautiful as can be.
    She's always been there for me.
    Yeah, she's my mother, my best friend too.
    Without her in my life,
    I wouldn't know what to do.
    Her heart made of gold, giving love
    so freely; can't be bought or sold.
    No matter who you are or what you do,
    She's there to listen and help you through.
    Can't express how great she is to me.
    Without her, know not where I'd be.
    No one like her, my best friend, my mother.

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  10. 8. Boys

    When I wrote this poem I had three daughters, no sons, but I had five grandsons. So true to facts, the words in this poem are some life tales and adventures. Then later, joy, joy, I had a granddaughter, then eventually two more grandsons.

    Poem About The Adventures Of Little Boys

    Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts.
    Little green bugs and bicycle parts.
    Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt.
    A boy is a boy for all he is worth.

    Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots.
    Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot.
    Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes,
    A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two.

    Little red wagon, scraped up chins,
    Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans.
    A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout.
    Into mischief but truly a scout.

    Old clubhouses, flying a kite,
    Up a tree, a fall on the bike.
    Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts.
    A boy is a boy when his dukes are up

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  11. 9. What Are We Going To Do With You?

    • By Jenna
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2013

    This is a poem I wrote about my crazy little sister. I hope at least someone can relate to this! My dad said we were going to wrap her up in a box and sell her to buy a beaver. We like beavers...

    A Funny Poem For My Sister

    Sometimes you drive us all crazy.
    Sometimes me more than others.
    But sometimes you yell
    and kick at nothing for no reason.
    Tell me, little sis, what are we going to do with you?!

    I keep on telling myself,
    "I wanted a sister, not an alien!"
    Only to have mother tell me you are human.
    I laugh as you walk in with underwear on your head!
    Now it's mother's turn to say,
    "Oh, what are we going to do with you?"

    But sometimes, when it's bedtime,
    you can be the sweetest thing.
    I find it adorable when you snuggle
    with your small teddy bear.
    And I can't help but say,
    "What are we going to do with you?"

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  12. 10. Open Arms

    • By Nicole R. Melson
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2019

    Just a bit about my dad and me. I have two sisters, and my parents are divorced. I see my father as often as I can, but I never see my mother; she now lives in another state, but she used to live only hours away and could have visited me. But she only visited my sisters who were in a completely different state. Anyway, I do have a step-mother who is awesome. My dad is my rock, and since it is Father's Day soon, I wrote this poem.

    My Father And Me

    You're the one with open arms
    When the darkness closes in.
    When the shadows come and the nightmares make it hard to sleep,
    You're always there to chase them all away.
    You were there with every skinned knee and every time I cried.
    When I messed up, you were there to show me what I did wrong.
    When you went to work in your big truck,
    I waited patiently at the window for my daddy to arrive.
    As I got older and wanted different things,
    The one thing that never changed
    Was running into my daddy's arms.

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  13. 11. Muffins With Momma

    Growing up, I began baking muffins fairly young, initially with my Mom, later on my own. It fascinated me. Eventually I began recruiting my little siblings to help. Baking is an art, not a science, and any art has a bit of magic about it. Maybe it's my Chestertonian view of life. What turns flour, butter, eggs, etc. into cookies or muffins? Magic.

    Memories Of Baking With Mom

    Momma's in the kitchen
    making muffins for me.
    There's eggs, raisins, milk
    And white powdery stuff I see.

    She says it's flower,
    but doesn't look the same.
    With all those cups and bowls around,
    it looks like a fun game.

    Momma says if I help her
    there'll be a tasty prize.
    She'll stick some batter in the oven,
    and I can watch it rise.

    I'll watch it slowly grow
    from sticky stuff to muffins.
    How that happens, I don't know/
    It is by magic somethings.

    Then a muffin I'll gobble
    up into my little tummy.
    Those muffins will disappear
    like magic, and so yummy.

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  14. 12. Mommy Will Sing A Lullaby

    I was inspired to write this poem for my daughter who is a single parent to a beautiful little boy, my grandson, Oliver, who is 4 years old. Every night she takes him up to bed and sings lullabies to him while holding his little hand. It is incredibly moving to watch. These are precious moments and should be treasured.

    All tucked up and snug in bed
    as angels stand guard above your head,
    Mommy will kiss away your fears.
    She'll stroke your hair and dry your tears.

    She softly sings a lullaby
    about the stars up in the sky.
    Twinkle, twinkle star so bright,
    shining down on us tonight.

    Her breath is warm upon your face
    as you lie still in her embrace.
    With sleepy eyes you gaze at mom
    as the moon comes up to replace the sun.

    Tomorrow will be another day
    where you'll have fun, laugh, and play.
    But sleep for now, and Mommy will sing a song for you
    and you will smile the whole way through.

    She gently holds your hand in hers, your fingers wrapped around her thumb.
    These are treasured moments as she waits for sleep to come.
    Her voice is but a whisper now; her tone is soft and true,
    for there is nowhere in the world she'd rather be than lying here with you.

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  15. 13. Jovani

    • By Lexie Webster
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2011

    This poem is about my nephew, Jovani. Jovani is 19 months and I am 11 years old.

    To My Baby Nephew

    You're my nephew, my only man.
    I can walk and hold your hand.
    When I see you, I see a light.
    When I see you, I hold on tight.
    I would hold you and hold you all day long.
    I miss you, so come back and see me long.

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  16. 14. My Annoying Sister

    • By Mariah S. Thies
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    Sisters can sure be annoying, but the time they spend together is really special.

    Poem About A Little Sister

    I have a little sister.
    She bothers me a lot.
    When we get in trouble,
    She laughs and never gets caught.

    When I have friends over,
    She bothers him or her.
    Then she runs out laughing,
    Thinking she's an emperor.

    When I am mad at her,
    You can hear me scream for a mile.
    But when she is nice to me,
    You will see me smile!

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  17. 15. Breaking Day

    • By Margaret Benison
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2014

    For all the naughty kids, and all the parents of naughty children, this poem is for you. No matter how mad they drive you, you can't help but love them, can you?

    Poem About A Naughty Kid

    Today, I broke everything I touched
    Brother's phone,
    His toys,
    My own toothbrush
    I smashed my sister's favorite cup,
    Lost her bracelet for good luck
    I even crushed a chair of timber,
    Where my father reads and lingers
    I ruined mother's chicken soup,
    Too much salt in there I scooped
    Spattered rice on the kitchen floor,
    Drew pink heart shapes on the wall,
    Broke my crayons,
    Tore all papers,
    When my Nana napped I woke her.
    With all the broken scoops and piles,
    I have shredded everyone's smiles
    But then before bedtime they hugged me
    I'm their baby,
    They still love me!

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  18. 16. Granddaddy

    • By Pondra C. Tuten
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A poem to a grandparent from a grandchild to give him strength in his sickness.

    Poem Wishing A Sick Grandfather Well

    Granddaddy, Granddaddy,
    You are the best.
    I love you with mind and spirit
    And all the rest.

    I heard you had cancer.
    That's what mom told me.
    Just trust in the Lord
    And get your surgery.

    For Granddaddy, I love you,
    And you can't be replaced.
    You're always in my heart,
    And that can't be erased.

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  19. 17. Mom's Special Day

    • By Marena
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2010

    I wrote this for my mom. I have been a jerk to her and lazy around the house. I LOVE YOU, MOM!!!

    Child's Poem For Mother's Day

    Mom, today's your special day,
    And you need to take a rest.
    I'll do everything for you
    To make it the best.

    Mom, you're sweet,
    And you mean the world to me.
    You do every little thing
    Cheerfully.

    You're too loving and kind
    To do so much work.
    I'll always help out
    Instead of being a jerk.

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  20. 18. My Twin Sister

    • By Rivki
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2010

    This is about my twin sister.

    Twins Sharing Bedroom

    You boss me around
    and tell me what to do.
    You say our room is bound
    and you're nasty when the sky is blue.
    Oh mean, grumpy twin sister, just get away.
    You yell and scream
    even when there's ice cream.
    You say, "I'm the older sister,"
    but when you say that, you stick out like a blister.
    Oh mean, grumpy twin sister, just get away,
    but dear twin sister, I have to say
    you're the most precious sister when the sky is gray.

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    My sister and I share the same bedroom. We don't mind it, but the poem is right. I am happy when the sky is grey but sad when blue. So it is written (to me) from my sister's point of view.

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  21. 19. Daddy, I Love You

    • By Claire Anderson
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2008
    Valentine's Day Poem For Dad

    Daddy, I love you
    For all that you do.

    I'll kiss you and hug you
    'Cause you love me, too.

    You help me, but sometimes,
    you need me to teach you to play.

    So smile 'cause I love you
    On this Valentine's Day!

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    Here is a poem from me to you. I love you. You love me too. On this Valentine's Day I wanna be with you, be with you. Hold me around your arms. I love you.

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  22. 20. My Life After My Parents' Divorce

    • By Kayla K. Eikermann
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A poem written by a daughter after her parents' divorce. She mourns the life that she had but is also excited about her new life with two families and her parents' freedom to pursue their dreams.

    Positive Divorce Poem From Child's Perspective

    This is my life:

    My parents are split up.
    I can't believe they gave up.

    My life isn't the same.
    It is different and plain.

    This is so different than the life we had together.
    I thought that we would last forever.

    Instead of feeling crabby,
    Now I am happy.

    Now their lives have just begun.
    I wonder what their lives are going to become.

    But now I have two families, and that is cool,
    Compared to a lot of my friends at my school.

    So I am not the only one who feels this way,
    So I just wanted to say

    No matter what, they support me and they love me.
    I just want them to be very happy.

    This is my life, and I am very glad.
    This is the life with my mom and dad.

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