Poetry themes

Family

Poems on the theme of family. 22 poems.

  • Farewell

    March 2018

    You called today, ‘Please walk the dogs.’ / Of course we came, how could we not. / The threshold barred by dying bird, / Its legs still tremble…

  • Walk the Dogs for Me, Please!

    May 2017

    A friend calls – she is in crisis. She is desperate for the truth; I cannot lie to a friend. I cannot leave the house today / Because…

  • Cue for a Song

    March 2017

    We measure time in minutes and seconds, / That flash past our minds like streak lightning, / But, at seventy-five, there is still time that beckons, / Even…

  • Christmas – a Child’s View

    December 2016

    For the love of the magic of Christmas in a child’s imagination; / For the hope that all children may come, one day, to understand such joy. If…

  • The Vampire Bat

    October 2015

    Another gem from my young poet (L-ML), written especially for those who like to be / scared by Halloween activities: The Moon that howls, / The dark at…

  • My Grandchildren

    March 2015

    Like rainbows in a stormy sky above, / These children colour greyness into joy. / Give thanks for all the wondrous shades of love / Created from this…

  • My Curtain

    September 2014

    If someone you love is going through a dark time, be patient, listen and be there whenever they need support. Words written by a beautiful daughter and wonderful…

  • The Key to my Heart

    August 2014

    She’s six year’s old; she’s on my emotional poetic tail. This is her song (and there is a tune to go with it; too talented by half, young…

  • Unanswerable

    March 2014

    Caring for someone – a duty or part of our understanding of life’s journey. Either way, it’s not always easy. Is there enough time to capture her heart?…

  • Time Line

    January 2014

    Written well before I kissed my Little Sister goodbye, this captures something about grief that is universal. Some lines cut short, s o m e s t r…

  • The Game of Life

    December 2013

    Written after having read an article in the Nursing Times. The tadpole and the jelly spawn / Were placed inside a tube. / The jelly spawn had letters…

  • Tempus Fugit

    December 2013

    For the eternal rememberance of things. She suckles gently, nestles down to sleep. / You listen for the reassuring breath. / It comes, and cues you for a…

  • Oral Bard

    November 2013

    Every dog we have rescued seems to go through the same anxious process for the first few days. This was Toby’s reaction to his new home, some eleven…

  • School Poetry Workshop – Houseman (1996)

    November 2013

    These short entries were found whilst clearing out our youngest daughter’s bedroom once we knew she had definitely flown the nest (she may yet chase me for copyright…

  • The Gift of Life

    November 2013

    In memory of a very special young woman who left a wonderful legacy – precious memories and two beautiful children. ‘What colour was the paper Daddy?’ / ‘Silver…

  • Questions, Questions

    November 2013

    To whom does a child turn when they lose a parent? Grandpapa is a good start. Blessings on you Eve and William. Papa, tell me you are old…

  • Safe from Shark Infested Waters

    September 2013

    If you have known that feeling of being trapped in a place where you are not really welcome but you sense you are tolerated, you might relate to…

  • Words Are All We Have Right Now

    September 2013

    This is dedicated to all those who have lost loved ones. The pain is real, the loss persists and life is never the same without them. When eyes…

  • Behind the Stone, Beyond the Name

    June 2013

    Collecting pictures for a poetry workshop, a photograph of a young woman leaning over the headstone of her husband, killed in action during the Gulf War, captured her…

  • One Last Look Back

    June 2013

    When I was young I stood with my Mother, / On the platform with me were my sister and brother. / My Mother got on to the huge…

  • I’m Sorry

    June 2013

    I was the older sister – just – / So close as weans when we were wee. / At five I’d almost got it sussed; / Who always…

  • A True Olympian

    June 2012

    I’ve reached my potential and space is tight / And something tells me that tonight is the night. / All of a sudden I feel pull and a…