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| Family Poems: 31-40 of 201 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| Next> >> | To my Father, with Love | | you've loved your family from the very start what you and mom have created can never be torn apart you've always been there whenever i .......... | Together | | they gave each of us a number all of my family were there our neighbors and our friends all were crammed together we walked .......... | Tree House Life | | ........ they take me back they don't realize. and as our family pulls out of the drive, i say with a smile, goodbye tree house life. | A Mother's Love | | ....... could never not love them, no matter what they do... i look at some mothers, and don't understand what more than love could their .......... | A Tragic Tale | | ....... the time when the tears come, "i'd like to give a toast," says her father, "to my daughter, for one day i know, she'll do something great, .......... | Brother | | Glitter from Las Vegas, Kimono from Japan, Pesos from Argentina, Materials have crowded my room that echo many diverse tongues and ideas, But what stands supreme and drowns out these miscellaneous voices is that You have prepared these presents. (though a trusty bird did relay .......... | Her Last Wish | | ....... above and four barren walls; a bible to read but no one to call. a family surrounds but oh, what a burden! they never expected to take .......... | I'll Never Forget | | I'll never forget Those golden brown curls How they gently cradled your shoulders Your smile more exquisite than northern lights Your voice so delightful and timid at times I'll never forget That very last glimpse Seeing so much of me in you Though years apart We had .......... | I'M DOING IT | | ....... it. i have not remarried, my heart still for him sending off my only fatherless daughter i taught her my best to stand always .......... | Loss | | ........ what is there left only one word can keep me living it's the thing most dear called family and that's what make me begin to breathe | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| Next> >> | | Family Poems: 31-40 of 201 |
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Family Quotes
"There's one sad truth in life I've found,
While journeying east and west
The only folks we really wound,
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow,
To those who love us best."
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
"The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family"
~Thomas Jefferson
"A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all"
~Washington Irving
Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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