Growing Up Poems

Poems about Teenagers Coming of Age

Growing up is hard to do. The challenges that a child must deal with throughout the life cycle are overwhelming. Children must deal with physical, emotional and psychological changes as they grow. There is no manual for growing up. In western society there are so many options given to children that they often feel confused and lost. We are not doing our children a favor if we do not provide guidance to them. Parents are there to help children navigate this confusing world. Let us not shirk in our duties.

42 Poems about Children Going Through Adolescence

1. Can I Carry You?
- By Brad Anderson
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
In this beautiful poem which tugs at the heart, a father relishes his time with his child knowing he'll be grown up and gone only too quickly.

Dad's Wish To Savor Childhood

I guess that I can hold you
one more time before you grow
and tell you that I love you
so that you will always know.

I guess that I can hold you
one more time before you grow
and tell you that I love you
so that you will always know.

Please let me tie your shoe again.
One day you'll tie your own.
And when you think back to this time,
I hope it's love I've shown.

Can I help you put your coat on?
Can I please cut up your meat?
Can I pull you in the wagon?
Can I pick you out a treat?

One day you might just care for me,
so let me care for you.
I want to be a part
of every little thing you do.

Tonight could I please wash your hair?
Can I put toys in the bath?
Can I help you count your small ten toes
before I teach you math?

Before you join a baseball team
can I pitch you one more ball?
And one more time can I stand near
to make sure you don't fall?

Let's take another space-ship ride
Up to the Planet Zoor.
Before our Cardboard Rocket
doesn't fit us anymore.

Please let me help you up the hill
while you're still too small to climb.
And let me read you stories
while you're young and have the time.

I know the day will come
when you will do these things alone.
Will you recall the shoulder rides
and all the balls we've thrown?

I want you to grow stronger
than your Dad could ever be.
And when you find success,
there will be no soul more proud than me.

So will you let me carry you?
One day you'll walk alone.
I cannot bear to miss one day
from now until you've grown.
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2. Every Mom's Test
- By Nandita Shailesh Shanbhag
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2009
My daughters mean the world to me, and I want to teach them all that I have learned about life, but sometimes I wonder whether they are able to understand that I am strict with them for their own good.

Poem For Teenage Daughter

You are special; you mean the world to me.
You are my daughter, a reflection of my entity.

Every year, as I watch you grow by my side,

You are special; you mean the world to me.
You are my daughter, a reflection of my entity.

Every year, as I watch you grow by my side,
No matter what you do, you are my source of pride.

The umbilical cord may have been cut, but you should know
You are still bound to my soul, wherever you go.

Sometimes I am firm and you may think I am wrong.
Remember it is easy to give in but tough to be strong.

Sometimes I am strict and you may think it is unfair,
But I correct you only because I love and care.

I harden my heart and nag, scold and fight
To teach you the difference between the wrong and the right.

For soon, the days will pass swiftly all in a whirl,
And into a woman will grow my baby girl.

Tomorrow when you need inner strength above all,
I hope my values will give you the courage to stand tall.

I hope that in my teaching you will find tips few
Soon when you strive to make your dreams come true.

At a later date, when the real world you have to face,
Today's lessons will help you go ahead in the race.

Some day in the future when a mother you will be,
From my point of view, the world you will see.

For your baby then you will do what is best
To blend discipline with kindness is every mom's test.
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3. As I Watch You Grow
- By Kay Theese
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
A mother writes to her daughter, letting her know how much she loves her. Written and dedicated to my precious daughter - Tammy - in 1990.

Do you know how much you mean to me?
As you grow into what you will be.
You came from within, from just beneath my heart.
It's there you'll always be, though your own life will now start.

Do you know how much you mean to me?
As you grow into what you will be.
You came from within, from just beneath my heart.
It's there you'll always be, though your own life will now start.
You're growing so fast it sends me awhirl,
With misty eyes I ask, where's my little girl?
I know sometimes to you I seem harsh and so unfair,
But one day you will see, I taught you well because I care.
The next few years will so quickly fly,
With laughter and joy, mixed with a few tears to cry.
As you begin your growth to womanhood, this fact you must know,
You'll always be my source of pride, no matter where you go.
You must stand up tall and proud, within you feel no fear,
For all your dreams and goals sit before you very near.
With God's love in your heart and the world by its tail,
You'll always be my winner, and victory will prevail.
For you this poem was written, with help from above,
To tell you in a rhythm of your Mother's heartfelt love!
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4. All Because Of You
- By Dana
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2015
I moved out of my parents' house when I was 17. I've lost people in my life, done things that I shouldn't have, had people treat me like I was nothing. But even though I've had all of these troubles, I've still come out a caring, giving, and loving person. I wrote this poem with my parents in mind. But now that it's written, I've found that it's not just about them, it's about everyone who has ever been in my life. Anyone who has influenced me and anyone I will meet in the future who will influence me.

Poem About Starting Anew

My life is changing.
The life that I've had,
It's changing forever,
But no need to be sad.

My life is changing.
The life that I've had,
It's changing forever,
But no need to be sad.

It's time to move on,
Time to start anew.
I jumped from the nest.
With some trouble, I flew.

I might hit a few bumps,
Maybe made a wrong turn,
But all of those troubles
Are lessons I'll learn.

So as my life changes,
I hope that you'll see
It's you who I'll credit
For the life that I lead.

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5. A New Beginning
- By Troy Martin, Jr.
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
We watch with bated breath as our children spread their wings, fearing that they will fall and become dejected.

Metaphor For A Child Growing Up

A little egg under her mother's wings.
Yet to be born into the world of things.

A crack and a pop, out she came.

A little egg under her mother's wings.
Yet to be born into the world of things.

A crack and a pop, out she came.
Old and new, it was all the same.

Well nourished by mom, she began to sing.
Ready to learn of life and everything.

Innocence of new, she started up her flaps.
Not knowing of life and all its traps.

Mother watched on, with a big chuckle.
As she sprang out of the nest with no buckle.

Back and forth, she swayed on the ground.
As her mother watched for danger all around.

She tried and tried until that day.
Fly she did, but not in a graceful way.

The day came, like mother knew it would.
For her child to fly away, like she should.

Off towards the horizon, fling she went.
Mother watching from afar, knowing it was time well spent.

Many times, the hailstorms of life beat her down.
Sometimes in flight, all the way to the ground.

Lessons well learned, she still lost her way.
Fluttered home to mom, with nothing to say.

Under mother's wings once more, did she heal.
The grace of mothers, no one can steal.

By grace did she heal, down to the core.
Ready to take on life and its challenges once more.

She flew from the tree, mom proud to see.
She became the strongest sparrow that ever would be.

The eagles bowed down, had nothing on her, by the way.
She flew, glided, and boy, did she soar that day.
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6. My Daughter, My Friend
- By Kristina Cyronek
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2013
My daughter has become a teenager, and I can see every day how hard it is. We just had an argument. I want her to know how much I love her and that I know how she feels, but I just can't fix it. It's all part of growing up.

Expressing Love And Understanding During Adolescence

I see the pain in your eyes and feeling like you do.
I wish I could take it all away and skip these years for you.

Being a teen is so very hard, it really isn't fair

I see the pain in your eyes and feeling like you do.
I wish I could take it all away and skip these years for you.

Being a teen is so very hard, it really isn't fair
To go through all of this and still feel like no one is there.

You don't have to tell me how you feel, I see it every day,
Like nothing you ever do is good enough, or you're just in the way.

If you could see through my eyes, how confident and true
You becoming a young woman, but still somewhat a youth.

I can't make this feeling go away, I can't fix all of your tears,
But I can tell you that I know the feelings and the fears.

If you ask me how I know all that you are going through,
I will answer simply, I know this all because... I have been there too.

I LOVE YOU - Mom
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7. Inside
- By Nikki L. Rench
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
Growing up is very difficult, a mixture of leaving behind and embracing new challenges.

Bottled up inside
Are the things I never said,
The feelings that I hide,
The lines you never read

Bottled up inside
Are the things I never said,
The feelings that I hide,
The lines you never read

You can see it in my eyes,
Read it on my face,
Trapped inside are lies,
Of the past I can't replace

With memories that linger,
And won't seem to go away,
Why can't I be happier?
Today's a brand new day

Yesterdays are over
Even though the hurting is not,
Nothing lasts forever,
I must cherish what I've got

Don't take my love for granted,
For soon it will be gone,
All you've ever wanted,
Of the love you thought you won

The feelings I have now
Won't disappear overnight,
But somehow, someway everything will be alright

I'm leaving now
To slay the foe
Fight my battles
High and low

I'm leaving parents
Hear me go
Please wish me luck today

I've grown my wings, I want to fly
Seize my victories where they lie
I'm going guys, but please don't cry
Just let me find my way

I want to see, and touch, and hear,
Though there are dangers, thoughts, and fears,
I'll smile my smiles, and wipe my tears
Please let me speak my say

I'm off to find, my world, my dreams,
Carve my niche, sew my seams
Remember as I sail my seas,
I'll love you all the way
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8. Daisy Bear
- By Kerry Love
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008
I live in Britain and love to write from the heart.

Comfort From A Teddy Bear

You were always there to protect me
through the dark and cold of night.
I would hold you close beside me
and squeeze you in so close, so tight.

You were always there to protect me
through the dark and cold of night.
I would hold you close beside me
and squeeze you in so close, so tight.

We would pretend we were in another place,
so free and full of fun,
where no one could ever hurt us
and life had just begun.

I would tell you all my secrets
about the happenings of the day,
I would often whisper in your ear,
"Please take this pain away."

Although you couldn't stop the life
or path that I was led,
I would sit with you for hours,
just alone on my bed.

And each time that we heard
a footstep made or maybe two,
a door slide open
I would just reach out for you.

You would take me to that place
so free and full of fun,
and the pain wouldn't hurt,
and again it was done.

So now that I am older
and the fears have faded too.
I can look around my life,
and it doesn't seem so true.

You're still here to protect me
with an eye missing or two.
My favorite little bear,
we made it because of you.
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9. Suddenly With The Blink Of An Eye
- By Kathy J. Parenteau
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2013
I wrote this poem many years ago when my oldest son was going to school for the first time. He is 29 years old now and has made me so proud of his achievements in life. Children are a blessing from God. Treasure every moment; time goes by so fast!

The sun was brilliantly shining.
It was a picture of a day,
when I stared outside my window
and watched my son at play.

The sun was brilliantly shining.
It was a picture of a day,
when I stared outside my window
and watched my son at play.
Funny how quickly time passes.
Suddenly with a blink of an eye,
my little boy is all grown up.
There's no more need for lullabies.
I remember when he was an infant
how I wished that he'd turn one,
for my sleepless nights were endless
and my chores were never done.
At two, I wished that he'd turn three
so I could put the diapers away.
I never dreamed that by wishing
he'd be all grown up today.
This is the year he goes to school.
How I wish he were a baby once more.
Maybe I'd learn to let little things go
like dust on the furniture or dirt on the floor.
Oh, how I'd treasure each moment
if given a second chance,
but life just isn't that simple,
and this is a wish that no one can grant.
Why is it we never learn before the
clock ticks away the time
to celebrate each new day
in our hearts and in our minds,
instead of looking back and asking ourselves why,
our children are all grown up
suddenly with the blink of an eye.
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10. The Mirror
- By Patti Evans
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2012
A poem I wrote when my daughter just turned 19 years old and seemed to be taking a troubled path. I felt as though she didn't know who she was or where she was going.

A Parent's Love And Concern For A Struggling Teen

Look into the mirror and tell me who you see
Is it someone you love and in someone you believe?

The mirror will not lie and it only knows you

Look into the mirror and tell me who you see
Is it someone you love and in someone you believe?

The mirror will not lie and it only knows you
Open and honest in search of what is true

Stare into the eyes that can only stare back
Searching for the soul that somehow fell off track

Your friends are not here, no one by your side
Be true to yourself, there is no need to hide

The mirror will allow you to see into your heart
It will let you know this is the place to start

Do not wait too long; do not let too much time go by
Regret does not care for those who did not try

Look into the mirror and tell me who you see
Is it someone you love and in someone you believe?
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11. Golden Days
- By Olivia
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016
I was just missing my childhood days, so this was the outcome!

Precious Childhood Days

Those were the days...

When I used to get up late,
Never cared about the day and date.

Those were the days...

When I used to get up late,
Never cared about the day and date.
All I ever did was play
With building blocks and molding clay.
Now I keep stumbling to find a way
To bring back my childhood days.

Used to write the alphabet
With white chalks on a slate,
Waved a silly goodbye every day
To the dog roaming in front of my gate.
Now I keep stumbling to find a way
To bring back my childhood days.

Near the corner of the park, at the end,
We fought tiny wars with our friends,
Were so carefree, never had to pretend,
Had all the food in lunches our mothers would send.
Now I keep stumbling to find a way
To bring back my childhood days.

Though it's impossible, I'd like to try
To press a button and go back in time.
Far from the business of loss and gain,
Away from the feelings of grief and pain,
To be that naughty girl once again,
To live that good life once again.
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12. I Remember
- By Abundance Nwosu
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2019
Childhood is an important stage in everyone's life. It's when we start to develop, learn new things and discover more about the world we live in. We start to have aspirations of the future, imagining the endless possibility out in the world. I wrote this poem as I felt it was important to highlight the good things of childhood. Although every word is not as it happened, my childhood is something I wouldn't want to forget, always embedded in my mind.

Memories Of Childhood

I remember-
of days so long in the past
when I wished I would grow up so fast.

I remember-
of days so long in the past
when I wished I would grow up so fast.

I remember-
endless races we had to school.
Coming first ensured you were cool.

I remember-
the sudden hot summer's rain,
dancing 'round and 'round again.

I remember-
playing in the luscious grass
with all my friends in my class.

I remember-
the spooky monsters under my bed;
Mum and Dad said it was all in my head.

I remember-
when I grew to be as old as ten,
my dad made me a tree-house as my den.

I remember-
hide-and-seek was the best game,
but as we grew up it became so lame.

I remember-
Haribos were as good as gold.
I will have as many as I want when I am old.

I remember-
when I wanted to be a king
with a large throne and a diamond ring.

I remember-
my first camping trip
or my first time on a ship.

I remember-
when I broke my wrist
all the fun is what I missed.

I remember-
Mr. Cuddles, my first teddy bear.
I loved him so much and took him everywhere.

Now that I am grey and old,
My childhood memories I have told.
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13. Though You Are Grown
- By Cynthia A. Sieving
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
In the words of the poet "the years would feel like moments after you had grown." The poem portrays the bittersweet experience of watching one's children grow.

I remember years ago,
you were so little then.
Sometimes,
I can't help but wish

I remember years ago,
you were so little then.
Sometimes,
I can't help but wish
that you were small again.
I've cried when you've faced heartaches,
and saw that as you grew,
nothing broke your spirit,
instead it strengthened you.
I'm filled with mixed emotions,
as I hold back all the tears
and with much pride remember
back so many years.
When I first held you in my arms,
if only I'd have known
the years would feel like moments
after you had grown.
You aren't a child,
though in my eyes,
I guess you'll always be
that baby boy who changed my life,
and means the world to me.
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14. A Young Woman
- By Leticia
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009
This is a poem about a girl turning into a young woman and her parents finally letting her go.

There comes a time in a young girl's life,
When she begins to start growing up.
It's a time when you need to let her go
And trust that she'll take the right path.

There comes a time in a young girl's life,
When she begins to start growing up.
It's a time when you need to let her go
And trust that she'll take the right path.
Now is when she needs you most.
She needs your trust,
And she needs your love.
The closer you try to pull her in,
The further away she'll go.
She's growing up...
So let her go.
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15. Who Are We?
- By Jodi L. Daly
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2018
I think it is only natural for all mankind to want to know where they come from. Who they resemble. And a lot of children who are adopted do not get to. Their records are sealed. Like top secret government missile codes. And they grow up and have children of their own who will want to know where they come from. I am one of those children and so are mine. I just want to see who I look like, who my mother looks like, etc.

A Poem On Growing Up Adopted

My mother was adopted.
All the records tightly sealed.
Now all she has are questions,
Like wounds that never healed.

My mother was adopted.
All the records tightly sealed.
Now all she has are questions,
Like wounds that never healed.

And I wonder where I come from?
Who my father really is?
My Mother's husband raised me.
But I am really his.

And my husband was adopted.
All his records are sealed too.
We come from unknown places
And had parents we never knew.

I wish they had left some trace
Or a photograph to see
What our parents looked like.
Does my father look like me?

All this business left undone.
Like ghosts they left behind.
We're just dirty little secrets
Put out of sight and out of mind.
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16. The Box
- By Rick Hunter
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 1, 2021
A nostalgic look at life through the eyes of a child via a cardboard box.

The Innocence Of Childhood

As I look back to when I was but a boy,
I'd have to say a cardboard box was my favorite toy.

There were no action figures in this day,

As I look back to when I was but a boy,
I'd have to say a cardboard box was my favorite toy.

There were no action figures in this day,
and computer games were still many years away.

The box was my pirate ship leading me to my stash of gold and doubloons.
It also served as my rocket ship, flying me to the moon.

It was my speedy race car, and I was Richard Petty.
On other days, I was Mario Andretti.

It was my castle where I was the king.
I was also a professional wrestler, fighting in the ring.

The box also served as a fort.
From there, I would fight off enemy ships that were coming into port.

It was a boxcar, and I was a tramp.
It was a tent, a place for me to camp.

That box was my best friend as it would take me to many different places.
From flying in the cosmos to distant lands filled with alien races.

A simple cardboard box, but still my favorite toy.
It was made of wood, pulp, and glue, but it brought me hours of endless joy.
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17. A Mother's Question
- By Christine Werner
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2015
To my little girl. I wrote this poem for you as I stood in the doorway of your bedroom after you'd left for college. It's taken a while to finish it, and now it's complete. This is what I felt and my words to God as I stood with my hand on the doorknob and found myself physically not able to pull the door closed. I cried, and this question rang over and over in my head. I love you, Alyssa. My life has been worth something with you in it.

Poem About Feelings After Daughter Left For College

How do I close the door to this space?
With my eyes filled with tears, my arms haven't the strength.

How do I close the door to this space?

How do I close the door to this space?
With my eyes filled with tears, my arms haven't the strength.

How do I close the door to this space?
When I still hear her echoes, a mother's pain can be great.

How do I close the door to this space?
For so long an angel dwelled here, filled with beauty and grace.

How do I close the door to this space?
Where all my hopes and dreams for many years were kept safe.

How do I dry these tears from my eyes?
When I see my daughter, now grown, turn to wave her goodbyes.

I turn out the lights for the very last time.
All her childhood memories neatly boxed at my side.

Empty walls, great big dreams, it's time for her to fly.

My fingers brush bits of leftover ribbon and lace
as I ask God one more time,

How do I close the door to this space?
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18. Ebony Curls
- By Samantha T. Ulloa
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
Though her daughter is grown up and leaving the house, her mother still see the five-year-old that lives inside.

Poem From Mother To Daughter Leaving Home

I watch as she flaps her arms,
Pretends to fly.
With her optimistic charms,
Always asking why.

I watch as she flaps her arms,
Pretends to fly.
With her optimistic charms,
Always asking why.

The sun shines on her ebony curls.
She seems to have a certain childhood glow.
Although she is different from the other preschool girls,
She seems to know secrets we don't have the pleasure to know.

I watch as she is lost,
In her own fantasy land.
She doesn't appear distraught,
She is anything but bland.

Years later I gaze,
Feeling hopelessly alone.
As she drives away in a foggy haze,
Finally leaving home.

I glance once more at her eyes,
Still optimistic behind a dark curl.
My eyes are no longer dry,
As I say goodbye to my little girl.

Still seeing her as five years old,
Flapping her wings and drifting away.
Still in her fantasy world,
Going on her way.
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19. Letter To My Daughter
- By Bettina Van Vaerenbergh
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2020
I wrote this poem for my 22-year-old daughter, Ayla, to let her know that I love her and I will always be there for her.

Touching Poem To A Daughter Going Out On Her Own

When I first held you in my arms,
You were so perfect and so small.
You are a full-grown woman now;
And I am proud, oh how!

When I first held you in my arms,
You were so perfect and so small.
You are a full-grown woman now;
And I am proud, oh how!

I saw you change throughout the years,
With awe and fascination.
To think that you will soon leave home-
It's a strange sensation.

No matter where you may end up,
Close to home or far away,
Know that I will always pray
For your happiness and luck.

I pray your dreams may all come true.
I pray you may be happy.
I pray your heartaches may be few
And your blessings many.

When you need some good advice
Or just a listening ear,
Dad and I will always make time
For your problems to hear.

You are talented, beautiful, and bright;
I know you will do well in life.
You've got what it takes to succeed,
And God will help you when in need.

One last thing I want to say:
No matter your age,
No matter where you go,
No matter what you do,
You are my girl,
And I will always love you!
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20. Between A Mother And A Daughter
- By Helene Kozinn
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006
Letter written to a daughter, remembering the loving times shared together and asking for more of those times in the future.

You are in my thoughts every step of my way.
Although you are grown and far away,
I know when you're happy or having a bad day.
Just being your mom, I know your way.

You are in my thoughts every step of my way.
Although you are grown and far away,
I know when you're happy or having a bad day.
Just being your mom, I know your way.
I remember the days when you
Would gaze out our window, enjoying the view.
The nightly ritual, forever in my head
of a piggy-back ride, on your way to bed.
I wish, so often, for a moment with you
Not sharing this time with all that you do.
Although, I understand and truly care;
I still wish to reach out and just stroke your hair.
There are times when I wish for a hug and a kiss;
perhaps I just need to tell you all this.
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Growing Up Poems

Poems about Teenagers Coming of Age

42 Poems about Children Going Through Adolescence

1. Can I Carry You?

In this beautiful poem which tugs at the heart, a father relishes his time with his child knowing he'll be grown up and gone only too quickly.

2. Every Mom's Test

My daughters mean the world to me, and I want to teach them all that I have learned about life, but sometimes I wonder whether they are able to understand that I am strict with them for their own good.

3. As I Watch You Grow

A mother writes to her daughter, letting her know how much she loves her. Written and dedicated to my precious daughter - Tammy - in 1990.

4. All Because Of You

5. A New Beginning

We watch with bated breath as our children spread their wings, fearing that they will fall and become dejected.

6. My Daughter, My Friend

My daughter has become a teenager, and I can see every day how hard it is. We just had an argument. I want her to know how much I love her and that I know how she feels, but I just can't fix it. It's all part of growing up.

7. Inside

Growing up is very difficult, a mixture of leaving behind and embracing new challenges.

8. Daisy Bear

I live in Britain and love to write from the heart.

9. Suddenly With The Blink Of An Eye

I wrote this poem many years ago when my oldest son was going to school for the first time. He is 29 years old now and has made me so proud of his achievements in life. Children are a blessing from God. Treasure every moment; time goes by so fast!

10. The Mirror

A poem I wrote when my daughter just turned 19 years old and seemed to be taking a troubled path. I felt as though she didn't know who she was or where she was going.

11. Golden Days

I was just missing my childhood days, so this was the outcome!

12. I Remember

13. Though You Are Grown

In the words of the poet "the years would feel like moments after you had grown." The poem portrays the bittersweet experience of watching one's children grow.

14. A Young Woman

This is a poem about a girl turning into a young woman and her parents finally letting her go.

15. Who Are We?

16. The Box

A nostalgic look at life through the eyes of a child via a cardboard box.

17. A Mother's Question

18. Ebony Curls

Though her daughter is grown up and leaving the house, her mother still see the five-year-old that lives inside.

19. Letter To My Daughter

I wrote this poem for my 22-year-old daughter, Ayla, to let her know that I love her and I will always be there for her.

20. Between A Mother And A Daughter

Letter written to a daughter, remembering the loving times shared together and asking for more of those times in the future.