Your family can also encompass your cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, in-laws, and pets; your close friends; and humanity at large, like poet Maya Angelou writes in her poem “Human Family” that we are all more alike than different.
The love that a family shares can be considered the purest form of love. You may have a family that is always be there for you. And no matter how annoying your siblings may get with their antics or how strict your parents can be at times, you know, they are yours and always will be.
Different poets across generations have tried to express the unconditional love that family members share and define what it is like to be in a family. In this post, we bring you some of the best poems about family.
46 Poems About Family
1. The Stick-Together Families
The stick-together families are happier by far
Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.
There are rich folk, there are poor folk, who imagine they are wise,
And they’re very quick to shatter all the little family ties.
Each goes searching after pleasure in his own selected way,
Each with strangers likes to wander, and with strangers likes to play.
But it’s bitterness they harvest, and it’s empty joy they find,
For the children that are wisest are the stick-together kind.
There are some who seem to fancy that for gladness they must roam,
That for smiles that are the brightest they must wander far from home.
That the strange friend is the true friend, and they travel far astray
they waste their lives in striving for a joy that’s far away,
But the gladdest sort of people, when the busy day is done,
Are the brothers and the sisters who together share their fun.
It’s the stick-together family that wins the joys of earth,
That hears the sweetest music and that finds the finest mirth;
It’s the old home roof that shelters all the charm that life can give;
There you find the gladdest play-ground, there the happiest spot to live.
And, O weary, wandering brother, if contentment you would win,
Come you back unto the fireside and be comrade with your kin.
—Edgar Guest (1881–1959)
I started out in the Virginia mountains
with my grandma’s pansy bed
and my Aunt Maud’s dandelion wine.
We lived on greens and back-fat and biscuits.
My Aunt Maud scrubbed right through the linoleum.
My daddy was a Northerner who played drums
and chewed tobacco and gambled.
He married my mama on the rebound.
Who would want an ignorant hill girl with red hair?
They took a Pullman up to Indianapolis
and someone stole my daddy’s wallet.
My whole life has been stained with pokeberries.
No man seemed right for me. I was awkward
until I found a good wood-burning stove.
There is no use asking what it means.
With my first piece of ready cash I bought my own
place in Vermont; kerosene lamps, dirt road.
I’m sticking here like a porcupine up a tree.
Like the one our neighbor shot. Its bones and skin
hung there for three years in the orchard.
No amount of knowledge can shake my grandma out of me;
or my Aunt Maud; or my mama, who didn’t just bite an apple
with her big white teeth. She split it in two.
—Ruth Stone (1915–2011)
3. Sonnets Are Full of Love
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
—Christina Rossetti (1830–94)
4. A Family Is Like A Circle
A family is like a circle.
The connection never ends,
and even if at times it breaks,
in time it always mends.
A family is like the stars.
Somehow they’re always there.
Families are those who help,
who support and always care.
A family is like a book.
The ending’s never clear,
but through the pages of the book,
their love is always near.
A family is many things.
With endless words that show
who they are and what they do
and how they teach you so you know.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
or if through time it’s been so worn.
Families are like that –
they’re split up and always torn.
But even if this happens,
your family will always be.
They help define just who you are
and will be a part of you eternally.
—Nicole M. O’Neil
5. Life’s Scars
They say the world is round, and yet
I often think it square,
So many little hurts we get
From corners here and there.
But one great truth in life I’ve found,
While journeying to the West-
The only folks who really wound
Are those we love the best.
The man you thoroughly despise
Can rouse your wrath, ’tis true;
Annoyance in your heart will rise
At things mere strangers do;
But those are only passing ills;
This rule all lives will prove;
The rankling wound which aches and thrills
Is dealt by hands we love.
The choicest garb, the sweetest grace,
Are oft to strangers shown;
The careless mien, the frowning face,
Are given to our own.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
Love does not grow on every tree,
Nor true hearts yearly bloom.
Alas for those who only see
This cut across a tomb!
But, soon or late, the fact grows plain
To all through sorrow’s test:
The only folks who give us pain
Are those we love the best.
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850–1919)
6. Mother to Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor-
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now-
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
—Langston Hughes (1901–1967)
7. I Love My Family So Much
To be a part of a family like mine
is so divine
where love is shown
hurt is shared
our love for each other is never impaired
but we are a family
and we do it all together
for as a family
we do it all as one
you hurt one
you hurt all
and as a family unit
we will all stand tall
for we are family
a family full of strength
a family full of love
a family no one can touch
that’s why I love my family so much.
8. Family Love Forever
Have u ever thought actually
What it would be like, without a family.
Family is the only one,
Where one experiences best of fun.
Family is an elegant necklace,
Whose bond may appear broken
But deep inside, their hearts are still one.
When the unwanted sorrows seem longer than a mile,
Your dear old family makes you smile.
When because of a mistake no event
Works out for your sake.
When life refuses to mend
There comes a sharp bend,
Family gives necessary amends,
To the family all worries can be sent.
In a fraction of time,
Your sorrows will leave
It may sound absurd
But you’ve got to believe.
Wherever you may be,
You belong to the pack.
And to them you can always go back.
9. Family Comes Together
Family comes together
For always and forever
In sickness and in health
In poverty or in wealth
Family comes together
For always and forever
Without any reason
Anytime or any season
Family comes together
For always and forever
In death or in life
In happiness or in strife
Family comes together
For always and forever
In anger or in kindness
Whether all seeing or in blindness
Family comes together
For always and forever
Whether for work or for play
They somehow find a way
For family to come together
Because families are forever
—Glaedr the poet
10. Family First
One of the most heart felt feelings is
Putting your family first
It doesn’t require a scholar or math whiz
To recognize one suffering from thirst
Whether it be for liquid or love
My parents put family first with education
Taught about respect and God above
About land and its preservation
And about family and friends
Sharing the present and the past
Making family number one with love that never ends
And memories that last and last!
—Ouida Nell Greene
11. The Family Tree
We’ve got a family album
Like a family tree
A thrill to turn the pages
The pictures we can see
Starting off with grands and greats
Then slowly down the line
Like a book of history
A journey through the time
Fashions start to alter
Mustaches come and go
Ladies skirts skip up and down
A proper fashion show
Top hats change to boaters
To caps then none at all
Ladies bonnets disappear
And so does grannies shawl
Picture’s change to colour
Black and white has gone
A different place, a different time
So much to look upon
But what is so amazing
Is the likeness we can see
Showing up the genes
Right through our family tree
12. Family First
Friends may come and friends may go
Family is first and this I know
Putting friends first is a mistake
And not one that you should make
Family’s forever and this I know
Friends enter your life and then they go
Making friends is fun trust me with this
But not something you would miss
Love your family while they are here
Keep their love very near
Family can leave the world at any time
So don’t make yourself feel like slime
Family is here to comfort you
I know your friends do this too
Without your family you would be lost
Hold on to them no matter the cost
—Bonnie B Long
13. An Ocean of Memories
My family is the ocean around us.
My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.
My mother is the sunshine after the storm (my father),
clearing and calming everything else.
My oldest brother is the sand,
kicked and blown away by my dad,
but warmed with care by my mom.
My oldest sister is the breeze in the wind,
cool, quiet, and there when you need her.
My other two brothers are the stingrays,
but also willing to fight anyone who comes along.
I am an old ship at the bottom of the sea,
lost, abandoned, but full of memories.
—Kimberly L. Briones
14. A Snowflake Falls
One night I saw a snowflake fall.
Past memories it did recall.
And as the snow fell to the ground,
So quietly without a sound,
I watched until a blanket made,
To glistening white – brown earth did fade.
An untouched cover until the dawn.
The sun arose; it was soon gone.
I thought of friendships in the past.
Seemed perfect though they did not last.
And family ties once meant so much,
Now rarely do we keep in touch.
So quickly life can take a turn,
Yet slowly we do seem to learn.
So many things in life can change
And suddenly be rearranged.
In our slumber while we do sleep,
For granted blessings thought to keep,
For same as night does turn to morn,
An untouched blanket can get torn,
The things that we have overlooked,
Ignored, rejected or mistook,
As melted snow does turn to slush,
Relationships can turn to dust.
So this year for the holiday,
Praise God for blessings given today.
Don’t take for granted they’ll remain,
That life forever will be the same.
Let’s be the most that we can be,
For all our friends and family.
Unlike the snowflake on the ground,
Let’s keep in touch and stay around.
They say that times were tough then
That money was very tight
But I remember my childhood
And I know that can’t be right
Mom would cook our dinner
Dad came home at five
We were all sitting at the table
Waiting for him to arrive
We wouldn’t eat from a microwave
Or a restaurant down the street
We all ate Mom’s home cooking
And boy that can’t be beat
We didn’t eat in front of the TV
Or with a phone in our hand
We weren’t plugged into a stereo
bopping to the latest band
We would all sit at the table
Everyone in their place
There were never any surprises
We recognized every face
Brothers to the left of me
Sisters to the right
That’s the way we ate dinner
Every single night
We laughed we joked we talked we ate
We were a family don’t you see
Though some may have been raised poor
You can see it wasn’t me
We ate collards we ate biscuits
We ate fatback and blackeyed peas
We said yes sir we said no sir
We said thank you ma’am and please
So when you talk of family life
Or how it used to be
Though many had more money
None were as rich as me
—Jeanne D. Rhein
As his son was to start school
Dad wrote poems everyday
The poems turned into a cap, a satchel
and a small umbrella
On the first day of April
his son went with Mom
through the town full of cherry blossoms
to the People’s School in an old castle
to attend its first grade entrance ceremony
At home, now left quiet,
Dad was alone with an aged maid
listening to bulbuls’ calls
listening to the sea’s roar
as if he hadn’t heard them for a long time
—Tatsuji Miyoshi (1900–1964) Translated by Takako Lento (2010)
God gave each of us a special family
that we can call our own.
A family that loves us for who we are
so we would never feel alone.
They may not like everything we do
or everything we say,
but the beautiful thing about “family”
is that they love us anyway.
Sometimes we feel rejected
by people who do not care,
but our hearts are warmed when remembering
that our family is always there!
So hug them a little more often,
for sometimes we hurt the ones we love.
And tell them how much you love them,
for they were sent to you from above.
18. A Family
A warm welcome
A how do you do
Words of kindness
And comfort too
A perfect little unit
So happy all in place
Show each loving face
Discussions of your day
Saying you need not be thinner
Making that frown go away
Before going to bed
A goodnight is always said
A family we’ll be
A family, you’ll see
—Rachel G. Michael
19. The Power of Family
heaven sent from our father above,
bonded by the power of love.
No matter what, family has each other’s backs
when push comes to shove.
understanding, never demanding,
all for one and one for all.
I will never leave you alone standing.
one in itself; my love is your love.
Your pain is my pain, my wealth is your wealth.
I promise to never leave you by yourself.
the strongest team, the strongest unit.
If love could be visualized,
family would be the blueprint.
forgiveness and patience.
It’s sweeter than the sweetest fragrance.
The power of family is a reflection of God’s compassion and magnificence.
never turning our back, and never placing shames.
Lending my helping hand and not a finger pointing the blame.
No matter what, a family bond can never be broken.
Even through a nuclear explosion,
if one of us lives, we all live.
Forever to eternity, we are family,
My father, my mother, my sisters, and me.
20. A Tribute to Family
I don’t know when it started,
Or how it all began,
But God created families,
As only our Lord can.
He was teaching what it means
To love, honor, and obey.
He wanted a strong bond
That we don’t see too much today.
He wanted someone to hold us
And show respect for others.
He wanted someone who’d be gentle,
So he created mothers.
He wanted someone strong,
A support filled with love,
So he created fathers,
Sent from heaven up above.
Brothers and sisters came next,
With that, an instant friend.
Someone to look up to,
Someone on whom to depend.
When he put them all together,
He was amazed at what he’d done.
He had created a family,
Mother, father, daughter, son.
But look at the family,
Created by only two.
How many we’ve become,
And all because of you.
We have a lot to be thankful for,
The memories through the years.
The many times together,
Full of laughter, full of tears.
I don’t know where we’d be today,
If it weren’t for the two of you.
To show us strength, support, and love,
Like only the two of you can do.
—Michelle A. Moran
21. To My Family With Love
The love of this family can show the work of God
To prevail over our weakest of moments
To lend a hand or mend a broken heart.
To cry or laugh with one another shall always be
Embraced with open arms and a smiling face.
Times they are tough, but alone you will never be
To have the love of this family
It’s as easy as One, Two, Three.
The joy of a birth, to watch a little life grow
Are memories to cherish that we will never let go
The pain of a death, the emptiness felt inside,
The family is all here, no need to hide
Over the years our surroundings have changed
Now God has blessed us with a little James.
May our daughters grow into little women
They better all remember my sweet baby lemon.
To be so lucky to have a family like this
When we all get to Heaven, God deserves a big kiss.
In our souls, minds, and hearts
May this family never be torn apart
The love of this family has shown me the work of God
To realize this gift for the world to see, how much my family cares for me
May our love grow and carry on even long after we are all gone
Thank you to my family for the love that you all show
Every good deed God will surely know.
—Anna C. Butler
A family gives you unconditional love,
Strength and guidance they got form above
They listen when you need and ear
And one thing is they always care
When you need a hand
They’ll lend you theirs
If you’re crying they’ll wipe you tears
If you need comfort, you know where to go
Their love is never hidden it is always shown
They always boast about you to anyone they meet
Family, friends and even strangers on the street
A family is a precious and kind
A family is truly divine
A family is God’s gift to everyone
They are what make your house your home
To be appreciated you don’t have to go far
Because your family loves you for who you are
23. My Family
Looking back at my life
my family has always been there
right from the start of my life
we have a long history together
Inevitably there will be moments
of conflicting emotions even anger
yet family is my stronghold
in times of crises and sufferings
When I was down
my family was there to pick me up
when I was unwell and ill
my family poured forth love and care
During times when I was lost
I was guided back to my family
during times when I was fornlorn
my family was my undying supporters
Through tears and anguish
through joys and laughters
through growing up and maturing
my family weathered through it all
My heart fills up tenderly
with love and appreciation
with deep emotions and deep gratitude
my family is always a part of my life!
24. Family Reunions
Siblings different as day and night
Same environment we grew up in
Each carrying one’s own character
Diverse values and mindsets
Distinct set of life priorities
Living out lives in various ways
When occasion calls for a reunion
Grievances and complaints cast aside
Differences melt into saw dust
Nothing heavy nothing embarrassing
Just happy chat as best as can be
Reveling in family ties for good measure
Memories of the old a common thread
Laughter and merry-making aplenty
Cherishing the limited time together
Basking in unbreakable bonds of kinship
Before each departing back to own life
Oh the ties of family and reunions
25. I’m Going Home
The unrelenting tug at my heart
Something is amiss
I’ve been away from home
For too many days weeks months
I’m going home
My mother she misses me
My family is waiting for me
Kinship binds hearts together
Roots of love run deep
I’m going home
No matter how far I’m away
Oceans mountains or miles apart
A part of me never leaves home
Home is where my family resides
I’m going back home
26. A Happy Family
A happy family is one blessed by God!
Both parents slog all life for their children;
And children honor parents, without rod;
All walk united en way to Heaven.
A happy family lives in piety;
Their home is warm and welcomes everyone;
They’re satisfied and live with satiety;
There’s time for love, care, work, play, also fun!
A happy family loves its neighbors well;
All share their joys, woes, grief and problems too;
Their faith in God, their smiling faces tell;
With divine aim, all earthly works, they do!
A happy family prays in harmony;
God meets their needs of body, soul, money!
—Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar
27. A Tribute To The Family
Of all the silver and the gold,
of all the gems our eyes behold,
we look around and see the sky
and all the clouds go rolling by.
We hear the noise of aer-o-planes,
and listen to the birds that sing.
And then O’ God inside of me a voice
speaks so soft and sweet! And then I
raise my hands to Thee and Thank You
for my family. The trees in all their beauty be….
In God’s creation speaks to me. The
grass, the flowers and all the shrubs
and indications of God’s love. The
mountains, valleys, hills, and vales
and even along some lonesome trail
and then O’ God inside of me a voice speaks so soft
and sweet, and then I raise my hands to Thee
and Thank You for my family. We are all created by God above, and
brought together by His love. We are one
blood, we are all kin, and we are also
each others friend. Wherever we travel across this land, we pray that God will
hold our hands. From every sea to shining sea,
where ever I go, wherever I be the soft sweet
voice speaks inside of me, and then I raise
my hands to Thee, O’ God, Thank You for my
Tell me what does family mean to you
Is it all the little special things one another do
Or is it the bond that one another has
Maybe its the love from one generation to another one it pass
Family is more than a six letter word
It is a word that often need to be heard
Family is more than realitives they are friends
Friend that will stick with you to the very very end
A family bond is stronger than ever
Because it can overcome any stormy weather
A family stand tall no matter how hard they fall
Uniting as one when their backs against the wall
That is simply what a family do
Helping you become a better you
So when you think about the word family
Think beyound just the background history
Like they say a empty house is not a home
And a true faithful family never stands alone
29. Family Ties
Family ties are precious things
woven through the years,
of memories, togetherness,
of laughter, love and tears.
Family ties are treasured things
forged in childhood days,
by love of parents, deep and tru,
by tradition, by family ways.
Family ties are treasured things
and although we may roam,
the tender bond with those we love
still pulls our hearts towards home.
30. The Family Tree
One tree outlives the mighty oak
Because it’s made of special folk,
Through generations changing form,
Providing shelter from life’s storm.
Our parents’ parents and before,
Who may have lived on distant shores,
They root our lives in memories;
We’re nourished by their histories.
A sturdy trunk that lends support
And gives us care of every sort –
The fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts,
Who nurture us like tender plants
The children, branching toward the sky,
Have brand new dreams and deeds to try.
And babies, buds that seem so small,
Will flower so the tree grows tall.
There’s a special kind of closeness
that only families know,
That begins with childhood trust
and deepens as you grow.
There’s a special kind of happiness
in sharing little things,
The laughter, smiles, and quiet talks
that daily living brings.
There’s a special kind of comfort
in knowing your family’s there,
To back you up, to cheer you up
to understand and care.
Of all the treasures life may bring,
your family means the most,
And whether near or far apart,
That love will hold you close.
32. Little Sister
The day they got bashed up by Barry’s gang
then smashed his father’s biggest Queensland Blue
and stonked the roof with marbles for an hour,
their mother, bursting at the seams, came due.
Discussing trip-wires, ambushes and bombs,
they walked the seven streets to Aracan.
Their grandmother kept dropping things. “Drat!”
She’d tipped the peelings in the billycan.
“Now Mam, you stay put in that chair,”
their grandfather heaped pine-cones on the fire
and made some bubble and squeak with cheese and sauce
while they played Snakes and Ladders on the floor.
Late that night they heard their father’s car
and listened from the dark carved-wooden bed.
The back door clicked. “A girl, both well,” “Thank God!”
“Let’s put the kettle on,” their Papa said.
33. Human Family
I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.
The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.
I’ve sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land,
I’ve seen the wonders of the world
not yet one common man.
I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I’ve not seen any two
who really were the same.
Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.
We love and lose in China,
we weep on England’s moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.
We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we’re the same.
I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.
We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.
We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.
My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.
My father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail;
There’s nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like “fail.”
“Our confidence” he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
We have to send it out.
All public questions that arise,
He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
But grabs it while it’s hot.
In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.
It almost makes him sick to read
The things law-makers say;
Why, father’s just the man they need,
He never goes astray.
All wars he’d very quickly end,
As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
‘Tis mother has to fight it.
In conversation father can
Do many wondrous things;
He’s built upon a wiser plan
Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
But look to ma for action.
35. How To Create The Perfect Family
You will need:
1 large house
3-6 people, depending on how long you want to wait for it to be done
3 cups of pets
2 cups of patience
3 ounces of anger/frustration
3 quarts of laughter
4 teaspoons of trust
And last but definitely not least,
Lots and lots of love
First, open the house, and make sure that it will be the right size for your family. Mix the desired amount of people with the pets, carefully so you don’t damage them. In a separate bowl, stir the love and laughter together. Set aside. Taking each person separately, evenly distribute the patience and trust, making sure that each one gets an equal amount (Failure to distribute evenly may lead to different recipe! See recipe for “My impatient family” for details…). Carefully open the bottle of anger/frustration. Using a Q-tip, dab small portions of the anger/frustration onto each person. Lastly, take the love and laughter and sprinkle it all over the house, pets, and people. Let sit until all parts of the recipe are thoroughly combined, and voila! Your Perfect Family is complete.
36. My Extended Dear Family
I have an extended family as large as large can be
Many aunts and uncles and cousins are in plenty
So if you have got some popcorn then pray sit up tightly
For I’m about to unfold the story of my extended dear family
So there’s my oldest aunt, first glance you’d think she’s lovely
Alas! She’s a witch in disguise, of a sincere dear old lady
Scheming and plotting disaster is what she loves most passionately
The most lethal of them all in my extended dear family
Along trots her sister, the most beautiful she’s certain undoubtedly
It pains me to break her delusion when of course she’s noticeably pig ugly
The spreading of untrue rumors is what keeps her going on happily
The most vain of them all in my extended dear family
Her sister living in Canada loves reminding her life is heavenly
Constantly bragging on how they all are doing wonderfully!
All competing to be the richest if I must say so quite frankly
The most exaggerating of them all in my extended dear family
Of course I left out the youngest, for the best is unveiled lastly
If height can speak for itself it would scream her name out loudly
I ain’t saying she’s short, hey! please don’t get me wrongly
But cunning and greedy she is, she’d steal your knickers very gladly
Of course you’d give her even that, when she looks at you so sadly
She’s forever moaning about how life is treating her very badly!
Give her just a 50, she’ll love you truly, deeply madly
The one I’d love to knock out most in my extended dear family!!
37. A Family
F- fiercely loyal to those we love.
A- accepting each for who and what they are.
M- matchless in our hopes and dreams for one another.
I- instilling pride in our hard fought heritage.
L- learning about our past guides us in the future.
Y- you love and cherish the people of your heart.
is a quilt
of odd remnants
in a strange
fabric wearing thin—
but made to keep
even in bitter
—Janet S. Wong
39. Those Wintry Days
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
40. The Heart Of Mothers And Fathers
“A mother’s heart is the key
The key to success
A mother’s heart is a ribbon
That ties your future together
A mother’s heart is a meal
That satisfies your hunger
A mother’s heart is a crayon
That colors your life in rainbow
A mother’s heart is a song
That puts rhythm in your soul
A mother’s heart is a bracelet
That accessorizes your dreams
A mother’s heart is a book
That entertains your mind
A mother’s heart is an ocean
That waves as you go by
A father’s heart is a pillow
That you can rest on
A father’s heart is a pill
That cures your illness
A father’s heart is a tissue
That wipes your tears
A father’s heart is muscles
That picks you up
A father’s heart is clothes
That you wear to cover
A father’s heart is money
That brings food to the table
A father’s heart is a pencil
That writes down your plans
A father’s heart is love
That you fall in love with”
41. Family Likeness
“You’re just like them!” they say.
And me, I yell, “No way!
He’s so moody,
She’s so shrill,
His chin juts out,
Boy can she shout!
His nose is big,
And mine’s quite small
There’s no resemblance at all.”
But then on days of harmony
I find that I agree.
Our family is made of different parts,
But we’re all the same
In our hearts.
—Alison Jean Thomas
42. Simple Truths About Family
Family, the people you share everything with…
Including colds, looks, leftovers, and feuds.
Family, the people you love the most…
But pretend not to know when you’re out in public together.
Family, the people you can really count on…
To borrow clothes, money, and get on your last nerve.
Family, the people you respect…
Even though you’d rather die than let friends find out how crazy they are.
Family, the people you just can’t live without…
Even though sometimes you’re pretty sure you’d like to give it a try.
43. The Race To Get To Sleep
They’re on their marks, they’re set,
Matthew is kicking off his shoes!
Penny’s struggling out of her jumper!
He’s ripping off his trousers!
She’s got one sock off! Now the other’s off!
But Metthew’s still wining! No, he’s not!
It’s Penny! Penny’s is in the lead!
She’s down her knickers!
She’s racing out of the room!
She’s racing upstairs!
Matthew is right behind her!
There’s a fight on the landing!
There’s a scramble at the bathroom’s door!
It’s Penny! It’s Metthew! It’s…
Splash! They’re both in the bath!
But there’s a hitch!
Matthew’s got soap in his eyes!
Penny’s got soap on her nose!
They’re stalling! But no, they’re both fine!
They’re both out of the bath! They’re neck and neck!
It’s Matthew! It’s Penny! It’s Metthew!
Now’s is Penny again! She’s ahead!
She’s first on with her pyjamas!
Now Metthew is catching up! There’s nothing in it!
They’re climbing into their beds!
They’re both absolutely quiet!
It’s the hardest race in the whole world!!
44. Dirty Face
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy’s shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got it from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you’ve had in years.
45. No Children!
No children in the house to play–
It must be hard to live that way!
I wonder what the people do
When night comes on and the work is through,
With no glad little folks to shout,
No eager feet to race about,
No youthful tongues to chatter on
About the joy that’s been and gone?
The house might be a castle fine,
But what a lonely place to dine!
No children in the house at all,
No fingermarks upon the wall,
No corner where the toys are piled–
Sure indication of a child.
No little lips to breathe the prayer
That God shall keep you in His care,
No glad caress and welcome sweet
When night returns you to your street;
No little lips a kiss to give–
Oh, what a lonely way to live!
No children in the house! I fear
We could not stand it half a year.
What would we talk about at night,
Plan for and work with all our might,
Hold common dreams about and find
True union of heart and mind,
If we two had no greater care
Than what we both should eat and wear?
We never knew love’s brightest flame
Until the day the baby came.
And now we could not get along
Without their laughter and their song.
Joy is not bottled on a shelf,
It cannot feed upon itself,
And even love, if it shall wear,
Must find its happiness in care;
Dull we’d become of mind and speech
Had we no little ones to teach.
No children in the house to play!
Oh, we could never live that way!
—Edgar A. Guest
46. In Both the Families
In both the families that both belong to me
there is every shade of brown, and tan, and paler honey, creamy gold.
I face faces that I see in both the families that both belong to me,
and they can face my crooked grin.
Here is every shade of every color skin.
We fit in.
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