My Mother's Hands
in Mother Daughter Poems
She's so small, is she ready?
To enter this world with a heart so tiny,
She takes a breath, her cry so low,
Her mom grabs her close, now she starts to glow,
in Mother Daughter Poems
She's so small, is she ready?
To enter this world with a heart so tiny,
She takes a breath, her cry so low,
Her mom grabs her close, now she starts to glow,
This poem really touched my heart, because I was born 25 weeks early. I weighed one pound and four ounces. My dad could actually hold me in the palm of his hand. In the human eye I was not...
A woman of extreme strength, courage and love,
Who was beautiful, soft and now peaceful and free as a dove.
Someone on who our admiration was built around,
For her womanhood, wife, friend and grandmother since she was brought into this ground.
My great-grandmother lived to be 101. She was a beautiful, wise, and strong woman. Up until July 2017, she was still living in her own home and cooking full meals. She more or less raised me...
in Addiction Poems about Family
My child, I'm right here,
Looking for reasons for the things I've done,
Why I went to the places I did,
and how my feelings kept me away for so long.