Losing a child is I'm sure the hardest ordeal any parent can go through. Beautiful poem!
Grieve for your loss...
Showing posts with label Poems for kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems for kids. Show all posts
Meatloaf
My mother made a meatloaf
but I think she made it wrong.
It could be that she cooked it
just a little bit too long.
She pulled it from the oven;
and we all began to choke.
The meatloaf was on fire
and the kitchen filled with smoke.
The smoke detectors squealed
at all the flaming meatloaf haze.
My father used his drink
to try extinguishing the blaze.
Mom shrieked and dropped the meatloaf;
it exploded with a boom,
and splattered blackened globs on
every surface in the room.
My brother screamed and fled.
The baby ate a piece of meatloaf
sticking to her head.
My father started yelling
and my sister went berserk.
But I kept cool and said, "at least
our smoke detectors work."
by Linda Knaus and Kenn Nesbitt
Thank You Daughter
Thank you daughter for the gift you gave to me
A happier grandfather there never will be
This beautiful little girl, so tiny, so small
Brought joy to my life, smiles to us all.
I see you in her face and her eye's so blue
This little girl is a carbon copy of you
And just like you, she will grow O so fast
These precious moments you know wont last
Cherish every second, every minute, every day
You'll be astounded by how fast time fly’s away
I know a wonderful mother you will surely be
As wonderful as the daughter you have been to me
There are no words on earth or up above
That for you and Keelin can express my Love
Love Dad/Pop Pop
Count that Day Lost
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went -
Then you may count that day well spent
But if, though all the livelong day,
You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay -
If, through it all
You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face -
No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost -
Then count that day as worse than lost.
