Poems about Parent

Poems to encourage and bring a smile to the face of a parent. Parenting is one of the most rewarding things you can ever do in life, but it is also a role that can bring heartache and challenges. Read these poems on thoughts of parenting.

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  1. The Old-Fashioned Parents
    Poet: Edgar A. Guest


    The good old-fashioned mothers and the good old-fashioned dads
    With their good old-fashioned lassies and their good old-fashioned lads,
    Still walk the lanes of loving in their simple, tender ways
    As they used to do back yonder in the good old-fashioned days.

    They dwell in every city and they live in every town,
    Contentedly and happy and not hungry for renown;
    On every street you'll find 'em in their simple garments clad,
    The good old-fashioned mother and the good old-fashioned dad.

    There are some who sigh for riches, there are some who yearn for fame.
    And a few misguided people who no longer blush at shame;
    But the world is full of mothers and the world is full of dads
    Who are making sacrifices for their little girls and lads.

    They are growing old together, arm in arm they walk along,
    And their hearts with love are beating and their voices sweet with song;
    They still share their disappointments and they share their pleasures, too.
    And whatever be their fortune, to each other they are true.

    They are watching at the bedside of a baby pale and white.
    And they kneel and pray together for the care of God at night;
    They are romping with their children in the fields of clover sweet,
    And devotedly they guard them from the perils of the street.

    They are here in countless numbers, just as they have always been,
    And their glory is untainted by the selfish and the mean.
    And I'd hate to still be living, it would dismal be and sad.
    If we'd no old-fashioned mother and we'd no old- fashioned dad.



  2. Oh My Parents!
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    Oh I just don't understand
    Why my parents seem to mean
    Rules for this and rules for that
    I don't have time to be a brat.

    Clean my room, make my bed
    And don't forget to tuck in the spread.
    Clear the table, wash the dishes
    Oh, I have different wishes.

    But then as I grow older you see
    I find I am a parent of three.
    And I hear my voice saying the same things
    I now understand my parents feelings.

    You truly don't appreciate your Mom and Dad
    Until to your own family, you do add
    Children, we love them they are so dear
    But it makes our parents rules more clear.



  3. Living Monuments
    Poet: Edgar Guest


    Our children are our monuments,
    The little ones we leave behind,
    If they are good and brave and kind,
    And labor here with true intents,
    Our lives and work perpetuate
    Far more than marble tablets great.

    Far rather would I pass away
    And leave a sturdy son of mine.
    Whom I had taught to love the fine,
    The just and honest; in his day
    To serve the world with courage bold.
    Than have my life on granite told.

    I'd rather feel when death is near
    That in my children I shall live;
    No monument of stone would give
    Me greater glory, year by year,
    Than sons and daughters treading on
    In truth and honor when I'm gone.

    Who leaves a sturdy son on earth,
    A noble daughter, sweet and pure.
    Has monuments that long endure.
    He needs no shaft to prove his worth;
    The luster of his children's deeds
    Are all the monuments he needs.



  4. The Perfect Dinner Table
    Poet: Edgar Guest


    A table cloth that's slightly soiled
    Where greasy little hands have toiled;
    The napkins kept in silver rings,
    And only ordinary things
    From which to eat, a simple fare.
    And just the wife and kiddies there.
    And while I serve, the clatter glad
    Of little girl and little lad
    Who have so very much to say
    About the happenings of the day.

    Four big round eyes that dance with glee,
    Forever flashing joys at me.
    Two little tongues that race and run
    To tell of troubles and of fun;
    The mother with a patient smile
    Who knows that she must wait awhile
    Before she'll get a chance to say
    What she's discovered through the day.
    She steps aside for girl and lad
    Who have so much to tell their dad.

    Our manners may not be the best;
    Perhaps our elbows often rest
    Upon the table, and at times
    That very worst of dinner crimes,
    That very shameful act and rude
    Of speaking ere you've downed your food.
    Too frequently, I fear, is done,
    So fast the little voices run.
    Yet why should table manners stay
    Those tongues that have so much to say?

    At many a table I have been
    Where wealth and luxury were seen,
    And I have dined in halls of pride
    Where all the guests were dignified;
    But when it comes to pleasure rare
    The perfect dinner table's where
    No stranger's face is ever known:
    The dinner hour we spend alone.
    When little girl and little lad
    Run riot telling things to dad.



  5. Being A Parent
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer


    Being a parent will make you glad
    But there will be times you feel sad
    Focus and cherish the good times
    Keep looking forward as you climb
    Always remember no one is perfect
    Always give your child respect.
    Listen and understand what they say
    As they get older it is not all play.
    Encourage and support them each day
    And love them no matter what, in every way.



  6. His First Night Away
    Poet: Strickland Gillilan


    The neighbor lad had teased, and so had he,
    Till Mother sighed: "Well, if it has to be!"
    And Father said " Sure! Let him run along;
    It's so near by there's nothing can go wrong."
    So Mother rolled his gown into a lump
    Smaller than one her throat held; put his comb
    In with it; and he left, with joy a-jump -
    First time he stayed all night away from home!

    He choked a little when he said good-night
    To stranger-parents; and he saw a light
    Shining in his own house, two worlds away
    In the next block; then dreamed till dawning day
    That he was homeless. At their breakfast-time
    He could not eat, but made his homesick flight
    Without adieux - to him no social crime -
    When first he stayed away from home all night.

    And mother met him with her arms outspread,
    And in her loving bosom hid his head
    A long, long time while neither of them stirred
    Nor anybody said a single word.
    In her a pang old as maternity
    Forewarned her of long partings that must come;
    For him had ended all eternity -
    First time he'd stayed all night away from home!



  7. Mother & Father
    Poet: Walter Savage Landor


    Children are what the mothers are.
    No fondest father's fondest care
    Can fashion so the infant heart
    As those creative beams that dart,
    With all their hope and fear, upon
    The cradle of a sleeping son.

    His startled eyes with wonder see
    A father near him on his knee,
    Who wishes all the while to trace
    The mother in his future face;
    But it is to her alone uprise
    His waking arms; to her those eyes
    Open with joy and not surprise.



  8. Being A Parent
    Poet: Kate Summers


    Being a parent is not an easy thing
    You want the best for your child
    You never realized how much love you are feeling
    Until you see that very first smile.

    You want to protect your children from harm
    You want to see them grow and be happy
    You never want them feeling alarm
    You want to be parents who are savvy.

    But as your child grows
    You can guide and encourage
    But life will always bring blows
    You don't want your child to feel discouraged.

    You celebrate the joys
    You give them all you can
    You sit and play with them and their toys
    They are loved deeply by you and your clan.

    Parenting is the most important job you will ever have
    Just do your best and don't be hard
    It will bring you much happiness and feelings of glad
    The day will come when you have to let go - you can't guard.


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