Family Poems for Kids - Page 2

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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 two,
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 to 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.

Up above
Sits our nanny
In her rocking chair,
She's smiling down upon us.
It's nice to know she's there
Her star is shining brightly.
We find it every night,
The big one in the middle above our house at night.

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

We'll grab our tackle boxes and head down the hill
Hoping today will be a big deal.
Let's wish for no tangles in our lines.
We all must be back by dinner time.

The cattails are tall.
The waters are deep.
All of the fish are fast asleep.

The little ones gather around the pond.
All six of them have been fishing since dawn.
They're only wishing if we had a magic wand,
Said the little girl that was so blonde,
We'll cast the rod side by side,
Stir up the water so the fish cannot hide.

We'll take the poles and reel them in,
Cast them out again and again.
We'll toss them in a net and we'll really try not to get wet.

Mom will mix up the batter and stick the fish on a platter.
We'll eat till our bellies get fatter.
It's time for bed, we'll check our heads.
No ticks or fleas, and mom is happy as can be.

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.