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| Family Poems: 51-60 of 201 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| Next> >> | No Unwanted Child | | i am no longer the unwanted child, i admit my family is a little wild, im moving on and not looking back, because i've found the right .......... | Dear Mom | | mom i love you more than anything and i hope you know that, we have been through thick and thin and that's a fact, from the happy glad moments to .......... | A Precious Baby Boy
| | ....... be oohs and aahs whereever he goes. will he look like his mom or maybe his dad all that really matters is that he will be a lucky lad. his mom .......... | To Each His Own | | ....... you. god made a casting of each life, then threw the mold away, each child is different from the rest, unlike as night from day. so often .......... | The Valley of Darkness | | ....... since passed the weary ones and found my journeymen my holy sisters, my holy brothers my blessed brethren. we travel down the wooded .......... | Thanksgiving | | Thanksgiving is a time, when people all meet Talk a little turkey, cook and eat. Lucky for some it really doe's happen While some only wish they were there for the lappin' To watch all the kids as they rip and roar in and out of the house , slamming the door Is a sight to behold .......... | Brothers | | brothers, the ones you go to for help, for comfort, for advice. when you just had a fight with mom and dad, another girl, or your .......... | While You Were Gone | | ....... scared and afraid something may happen to you! what am i going to say, when daddy does not come home again? how am i supposed to tell them that .......... | Fishing with Dad | | i remember my dad waking me up at 4 o'clock. barely getting up with my eyes half shut, getting ready and packing up dad's truck, hoping to .......... | Daddy | | ....... we're on the same team. turn to face the facts, the sky's the limit and daughter's in love, this is but one, your horizon lacks. look into .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| 9| 10| 11| Next> >> | | Family Poems: 51-60 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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