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.

28 Family Poems for Kids - From Fun to Serious

  1. 1. 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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  3. 2. 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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  5. 3. 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.

    Nephew Poem

    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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  6. 4. 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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  7. 5. 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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  8. 6. 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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  9. 7. 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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  10. 8. 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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  11. 9. My Sister Is Loving

    I wrote this poem because it reminds me of how I always fight with my sister. This is an acrostic poem (if you look at the first letter of each line it makes a word/phrase/sentence.)

    Acrostic Poem For Sister

    Moaning all day long
    Yapping at every bad thing I do

    Super crazy hair in the morning
    I get so angry I could sue
    So I pull at her crazy hair
    Tickle her till she wees
    End the fighting horrors
    Remember how much she means

    In the end we both make up
    Say sorry about what we did

    Learn about loving each other
    Overwriting bad things we hid
    Vowing never to fight
    Identifying what we've said
    Not living up to that promise
    Giving a tear when one of us falls dead

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  12. 10. My Dad's Addicted To The Ps2

    I created this poem while I was watching my dad play on the PS2.

    Pew, pew, pew
    goes my dad on the PS2.
    Shooting bad guys on Battlefield 3,
    who knew? Not me.

    I sit and help him sometimes.
    I mean, he never minds.
    He always shouts,
    sometimes swears or doubts.

    He sometimes gets cross
    and tries to act like he's the boss.
    He might throw a pillow or 2;
    not at me but maybe you.

    All I wish is for him to come off,
    but instead he says I'm a puff.
    He's always late too bed
    because this game is stuck in his head.

    When I saw him get the PS2
    I didn't know what was coming through
    from within the cloud of rage.
    He forgot about the 'touch pause engage.'

    One day he'll get square eyes
    and then start to despise.
    It's good if we just back away
    and let the wild animal play.

    When I saw him get the PS2
    I didn't know what was coming through
    from within the cloud of rage.
    He forgot about the 'touch pause engage.'

    For wherever there is a beginning, there's an end.

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  13. 11. 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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  14. 12. My Annoying Older Sister!

    • By Thanjena Begum
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2012

    I'm a twelve-year-old. Most of this poem is true and some parts are made up.

    A jelly I ate,
    The one my sister made.
    Made me want to faint.
    She keeps stealing my paint
    And waking me up late.
    Bossing me around
    Is what I can't take.
    I want to slap her,
    For goodness sake.
    Spending my money
    Is not great.
    Can't she stop
    For just one day?
    Is what I want to say,
    But if I do
    She'll smack me
    Straight away.
    I wish I could call her a...
    Something that shall not be named,
    But we're still sisters,
    Even today,
    Because of our

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    You are lucky to have your sister. Mine left me 3 years ago. I hope you will be able to enjoy the moments with your sister.

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  15. 13. My Zoo

    • By Bethany Aucoin
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012

    This is a little bit about my crazy life at home with 2 little sisters... Ashleigh and Courtney are my sisters...

    My family is like a zoo.
    Courtney is a baby monkey; always too hyper to be around.
    Ashleigh is a little tiger; always nearby, but not seen.
    Mom is a lioness; in charge when the lion is not home.
    Dad is a lion; in charge, but does not make the rules.
    I am the zookeeper; always in everybody's business!

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  16. 14. 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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  17. 15. Sisters And Brothers

    Just something I scribbled down one day. Have sisters and brothers but have yet to find/meet them. Some day.

    If I had a brother I'd like him to be
    Happy, good looking, cheerful, and free

    If I had a sister I'd like her to say
    She'd be my best sister day after day

    If my brother was older I'd like him to be
    Protective like king Arthur and always mind me

    If my sister was older I'd like her to be
    A shoulder to cry on a true friend to me

    Now if my brother was younger and I was the boss
    I'd let him keep worms and bright green frogs

    And as for my sister been younger than me
    We would dress up with crowns make up and gowns

    But as I have neither I don't have to bother
    About having a sister or brother

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  18. 16. 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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  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

    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 Little Sister

    • By Chelsea Deterding
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2010

    I made this in class for a poem project for Valentines day and it just came to me. lol

    She's annoying 24/7,
    but my mom said she fell from heaven.

    Some times I just want to bag her up and send her away,
    some place very very far away.

    But in the quiet I would very much miss her,
    and demand her back right away!

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  21. 19. Grandpa

    • By Liz
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2010

    This is a poem I wrote for school about my grandpa.

    He is always there
    He is always aware

    He is honest he hasn't lied
    He has those days when nothing goes his way

    He always learned the hardest ways
    He knows what to do when I have no clue

    He is the one I look up to
    He is my grandpa, he is always true.

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    I never had a grandpa so I love this story.

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  22. 20. 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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