I look at my child as she looks at me,
And into her eyes I look and I see
The innocence that fills her unspoiled soul.
These moments I wish I could treasure and hold.
Daughter Poems - Page 2
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I look at my child as she looks at me,Featured Shared Story
Yep, I like the poem very much. I'm also the mother of 7-year-old daughter. It's true, the role of a mother is difficult, but when the seed starts growing into a plant then you cherish it,...
Ode To Daughter
She's a soft cool rain on a hot summer's day.
She makes me laugh with the funny things she has to say.
She's the beat of my heart, and the air that I breathe....Featured Shared Story
This poem is beautiful! I love it! My dad has walked two of my sisters down the aisle, and I imagine this poem would touch their lives. It had me in tears.
Poem From Daughter to Father
You walked out on us
And never said goodbye
In fifteen years you haven't called
Not even to say Hi...Featured Shared Story
This really is a poem about life. My father walked out of my life along with my two brothers and a sister 13 years ago. He was never there to do anything with us except the few times that he...
Poem Celebrating Each Birthday
For the first time, I saw your face,
And in my heart you filled that space.
I closed my eyes, and you were one,Featured Shared Story
Wow this was an unexpected thought which happens I am sure in every mother's life but rarely thought over, and very carefully placed. It left a smile on my face. Thank you for this beautiful...
Can't Have More Children
I was only 18 at the time and didn't know what to do
I actually had no clue.
But we decided that we wanted to see you.
As time went by and you grew inside of me...Featured Shared Story
This poem touched me. It inspires me and makes me cherish my little ones and love them so much. I pray to God to keep them safe and make them greatly happy.
Poem About Letting Your Daughter Grow Up
Love's force swells my heart
Until it feels tender and bruised.
I look at my daughter and see myself reflected in her face.
My bones, my flesh and blood run through her.Featured Shared Story
Lovely poem. A nicely composed piece. Watching a child grow can be amazing, but missing them cannot be avoided.
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