Family Poems for Kids – 47 Poems About Family For Children

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Family plays a vital role in children’s life because that’s where they were born and grew up in love and taught by family members like grandparents, parents, siblings,..They hold a special place in the child’s heart, made strengthen born, strong relationships and unforgettable memories with children.

Our editorial team has gathered a list of the best family poems for kids. There is some fun family poetry for kids, as well as some serious educational poems. Enjoy it! Hope you have beautiful moments on Poemfull.Com! All is the best!

Family Poems For Children
Family Poems For Children, 30+ Poems About Family For Kids

1, Refugio’s Hair © Alberto Ríos

In the old days of our family,
My grandmother was a young woman
Whose hair was as long as the river.
She lived with her sisters on the ranch
La Calera—The Land of the Lime—
And her days were happy.
But her uncle Carlos lived there too,
Carlos whose soul had the edge of a knife.
One day, to teach her to ride a horse,
He made her climb on the fastest one,
Bareback, and sit there
As he held its long face in his arms.
And then he did the unspeakable deed
For which he would always be remembered:
He called for the handsome baby Pirrín
And he placed the child in her arms.
With that picture of a Madonna on horseback
He slapped the shank of the horse’s rear leg.
The horse did what a horse must,
Racing full toward the bright horizon.
But first he ran under the álamo trees
To rid his back of this unfair weight:
This woman full of tears
And this baby full of love.
When they reached the trees and went under,
Her hair, which had trailed her,
Equal in its magnificence to the tail of the horse,
That hair rose up and flew into the branches
As if it were a thousand arms,
All of them trying to save her.
The horse ran off and left her,
The baby still in her arms,
The two of them hanging from her hair.
The baby looked only at her
And did not cry, so steady was her cradle.
Her sisters came running to save them.
But the hair would not let go.
From its fear it held on and had to be cut,
All of it, from her head.
From that day on, my grandmother
Wore her hair short like a scream,
But it was long like a river in her sleep.

2, My Best Friend, My Mother © Linda S. Cooper-Freeman

This woman as beautiful as can be.
She’s always been there for me.
Yeah she’s my mother, my best friend too.
Without her in my life,
I wouldn’t know what to do.
Her heart made of gold, giving love
so freely; can’t be bought or sold.
No matter who you are or what you do,
She’s there to listen and help you through.
Can’t express how great she is to me.
Without her, know not where I’d be.
No one like her, my best friend, my mother.

3, Daughters, 1900 © Marilyn Nelson

Five daughters, in the slant light on the porch,
are bickering. The eldest has come home
with new truths she can hardly wait to teach.

She lectures them: the younger daughters search
the sky, elbow each others’ ribs, and groan.
Five daughters, in the slant light on the porch

and blue-sprigged dresses, like a stand of birch
saplings whose leaves are going yellow-brown
with new truths. They can hardly wait to teach,

themselves, to be called “Ma’am,” to march
high-heeled across the hanging bridge to town.
Five daughters. In the slant light on the porch

Pomp lowers his paper for a while, to watch
the beauties he’s begotten with his Ann:
these new truths they can hardly wait to teach.

The eldest sniffs, “A lady doesn’t scratch.”
The third snorts back, “Knock, knock: nobody home.”
The fourth concedes, “Well, maybe not in church. . .”
Five daughters in the slant light on the porch.

4, Family Means Different Things © Kelly Roper

Family means different things to different people.

To some, family means mom, dad and the kids.
To others, family means single parents doing the job of two to make a home.
To some, family means living with grandparents too.
To others, family is the aunt or uncle who has stepped up to fill in for parents.
To some, family means two moms or two dads growing a family together.
To others, family means two people multiplying their love through adoption.
To some, family is limited to blood relations.
To others, family includes friends who are there through thick and thin.
To some, family is all about the people in their lives.
To others, pets are considered family members too.

Yes, family means different things to different people,
But every family has one thing in common, and that’s love.

5, We All Return to the Place Where We Were Born © Oscar Gonzáles

What remains of my childhood
are the fragmentary visions
of large patios
extending
like an oceanic green mist over the afternoon.

Then, crickets would forge in the wind
their deep music of centuries
and the purple fragrances of Grandmother
always would receive without questions
our return home.

The hammock shivering in the breeze
like the trembling voice of light at dusk,
the unforeseeable future
that would never exist without Mother,
the Tall tales that filled
with their most engaging lunar weight our days
—all those unchangeable things—
were the morning constellations
that we would recognize daily without sadness.

In the tropical days we had no intuition of the winter
nor of autumn, that often returns with pain
in the shadows of this new territory
—like the cold moving through our shivering hands—
that I have learned to accept
in the same way you welcome
the uncertainty of a false and cordial smile.

Those were the days of the solstice
when the wind pushed the smoke from the clay ovens
through the zinc kitchens
and the ancient stone stoves
clearly spoke
of the secrets of our barefooted and wise Indian ancestors.

The beautiful, unformed rocks in our hands
that served as detailed toys
seemed to give us the illusion
of fantastic events
that invaded our joyful chants
with infinite color.

It was a life without seasonal pains,
a life without unredeemable time
a life without the somber dark shadows
that have intently translated my life
that slowly move today through my soul.

6, My Annoying Older Sister! © Thanjena Begum

A jelly I ate,
The one my sister made.
Made me want to faint.
She keeps stealing my paint
And waking me up late.
Bossing me around
Is what I can’t take.
I want to slap her,
For goodness sake.
Spending my money
Is not great.
Can’t she stop
For just one day?
No!
Is what I want to say,
But if I do
She’ll smack me
Straight away.
I wish I could call her a…
Something that shall not be named,
But we’re still sisters,
Even today,
Because of our
DNA.

7, Remember © Joy Harjo

Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time. Remember sundown
and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath. You are evidence of
her life, and her mother’s, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their
tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the
origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people and all people
are you.
Remember you are this universe and this
universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.
Remember.

8, From Dad © Richard Burge

I never thought I could love someone
The way that I love you.
I’m completely fascinated
With everything you do.

I don’t regret a moment with you,
Whether good or bad.
You have made my life complete,
The best life a guy could have.

You might not ever notice
Everything I do,
But everything I’m doing
Is for no one else but you.

My goal in life is simple.
It’s to be your father first.
To protect, defend, and love you
When you are at your worst.

I know when you grow older
You won’t want me anymore.
If you ever need me, though,
I’ll be waiting at the door.

Promise you will come to me
With any problem that you have.
I’ll always be right here for you.
I love you both! Love, Dad

9, What Will I Ever Do? © Michelle L. Perrin

What will I ever do,
when you get old and move?

Buy a cottage with a brook,
sit down and read a book?

Learn to play the piano,
or just sit and rock on the patio?

Get a head full of gray hair,
and take the grandchildren from here to there?

What will I ever do,
when you get old and move?

Should I buy a large boat,
and go into the ocean and just float?

Should I buy a flower shop,
and work till I drop?

Watch TV and eat all day,
and find myself wasting away?

What will I ever do,
when you get old and move?

I’ll tell you what I’ll do,
I’ll sit by the phone and wait for you!

10, Family © Alison Jean Thomas

Family:
A soft and gentle word for something strong,
A foundation to stand upon when things go wrong,
A place built through years
Of squabbles and tears,
Of laughter and joy,
And of love.

Family:
Those who know you deep inside,
Who can see beyond bravado and pride,
Who’ll pick you up each time you fall,
With love made from memories of when you were small,
The people who know your worst and your best
They’re the loved ones with whom you’re blessed.

11, Brielle © Michelle Ebel

Your warm brown eyes with a gleem full of style.
Your cute little ways, it could make anyone smile.
My birthday wish to you from me.
The world is your school room and you have the key.

12, Fishing With My Grandpa © Dawneisha Washington

My Grandpa and I do a lot of things together,
But fishing with my Grandpa is the best ever.
I love going to the lake when the sky is all blue.
I love riding in my Grandpa’s boat, too.
The next trip to the lake I don’t want to miss.
Just being with my Grandpa is better than catching fish.

13, Holiday © Erica Raftery

fall’s brief stay
has given way
to winter’s cold winds
bare trees throwing bleak shadows
across barren fields of brown and gray
inside, the dog quietly chews his rawhide
while mom is in the kitchen
strenuously preparing dinner
she whips the potatoes like a human tornado
these potatoes will not have any lumps
she promises her family
I sit quietly by the fire reading a book
and listening to the burning wood
and how it resembles a tree limb snapping off
when it’s time to eat
mom says, “Gather ’round”
we say a quick prayer
and then we all chow down
when our bellies are full
we will sit on the couch
and listen to each other
tell jokes of one another
when the joking is done
we will all go home
and wait for the sound
of the white haired jolly fellow’s reindeer
to clomp on top of the house
pyramids of presents are
then put under the tree
two for you and four for me

14, Breaking Day © Margaret Benison

Today, I broke everything I touched
Brother’s phone,
His toys,
My own toothbrush
I smashed my sister’s favorite cup,
Lost her bracelet for good luck
I even crushed a chair of timber,
Where my father reads and lingers
I ruined mother’s chicken soup,
Too much salt in there I scooped
Spattered rice on the kitchen floor,
Drew pink heart shapes on the wall,
Broke my crayons,
Tore all papers,
When my Nana napped I woke her.
With all the broken scoops and piles,
I have shredded everyone’s smiles
But then before bedtime they hugged me
I’m their baby,
They still love me!

15, My Little Sister © Chelsea Deterding

She’s annoying 24/7,
but my mom said she fell from heaven.

Some times I just want to bag her up and send her away,
some place very very far away.

But in the quiet I would very much miss her,
and demand her back right away!

16, Granddaddy © Pondra C. Tuten

Granddaddy, Granddaddy,
You are the best.
I love you with mind and spirit
And all the rest.

I heard you had cancer.
That’s what mom told me.
Just trust in the Lord
And get your surgery.

For Granddaddy, I love you,
And you can’t be replaced.
You’re always in my heart,
And that can’t be erased.

17, Muffins With Momma © Michaela Hart

Momma’s in the kitchen
making muffins for me.
There’s eggs, raisins, milk
And white powdery stuff I see.

She says it’s flower,
but doesn’t look the same.
With all those cups and bowls around,
it looks like a fun game.

Momma says if I help her
there’ll be a tasty prize.
She’ll stick some batter in the oven,
and I can watch it rise.

I’ll watch it slowly grow
from sticky stuff to muffins.
How that happens, I don’t know/
It is by magic somethings.

Then a muffin I’ll gobble
up into my little tummy.
Those muffins will disappear
like magic, and so yummy.

18, Mommy Will Sing A Lullaby © Wendy Evans

All tucked up and snug in bed
as angels stand guard above your head,
Mommy will kiss away your fears.
She’ll stroke your hair and dry your tears.

She softly sings a lullaby
about the stars up in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle star so bright,
shining down on us tonight.

Her breath is warm upon your face
as you lie still in her embrace.
With sleepy eyes you gaze at mom
as the moon comes up to replace the sun.

Tomorrow will be another day
where you’ll have fun, laugh, and play.
But sleep for now, and Mommy will sing a song for you
and you will smile the whole way through.

She gently holds your hand in hers, your fingers wrapped around her thumb.
These are treasured moments as she waits for sleep to come.
Her voice is but a whisper now; her tone is soft and true,
for there is nowhere in the world she’d rather be than lying here with you.

19, My Daddy Is Sweet © Ashley Daniels

My dad is sweet
every time I see him he gives me a treat.
He drives trucks and kills bucks.
He taught me how to race with his smiling face.
He taught me how to hunt and how to bunt a bat.
He brings me up when I’m down,
and turns my frowns around.

20, Uncles and Aunts © Kelly Roper

Uncles and aunts
Are often like second parents.
They love you from a little further away,
But they step in when the need warrants.

Aunts and uncles
Are there when you need them, like
When you can’t go to mom and dad
Because you’re worried you’ll displease them.

Uncles and aunts
Sometimes teach you cool things,
Like how to catch a fish,
Or crochet something.

Aunts and Uncles
Can be quite funny, though.
Sometimes they’ll share stories
Your parents never wanted you to know.

Yes uncles and aunts
Make family life richer.
So tell them how glad you are
That they’re in your family picture.

21, Grandpa © Liz

He is always there
He is always aware

He is honest he hasn’t lied
He has those days when nothing goes his way

He always learned the hardest ways
He knows what to do when I have no clue

He is the one I look up to
He is my grandpa, he is always true.

22, Me And My Family © Helen Grandison

my family is great
my family is fun
we are there for each other
and everybody knows to run
when one is hurt
I love my family
we are fun and free
I love my family
it’s my mum, dad, sisters, and me

my family is weird sometimes
but in a pretty cool way
they are all so talented
and admired throughout the seven seas
my dad is great
he is always there for me
he never gives up and pushes and pushes me,
my mum is a fighter
but has gentle hands
she has a keen eye
and a mean left hook
my sisters are wacky
and cracky and everything dopy,
but I love them anyway

yup that’s my family
oh boy my family and me

23, Babies © Tammy K. Jenkins

Babies are cute and small
Some are dark and some are fair
Some are bald and some have hair
Yet God made them all

Some have blue eyes and some brown
Others are fat and some are skinny
Some laugh and some frown
But God graciously makes plenty

They love to go and not stop
Some have patience and others blow their top
Their smiles light up a room
Some like morning and some noon

Ah, then they fall asleep
Bottles and diapers are set aside
Diapers mount up to a heap!
When they wake we’ll go for a ride!

24, Up Above © Becki B.

Up above
Sits our nanny
In her rocking chair,
She’s smiling down upon us.
It’s nice to know she’s there
Her star is shining brightly.
We find it every night,
The big one in the middle above our house at night.

25, Night Before Christmas © Allie Henderson

‘Twas the night before Christmas.
The smell of pine
Filled up the family room
While watching the star blink
At the tip top of the tree.
My dad began to read
Just after snuggling
My mom and me
All together on the couch.
No one spoke;
The only sound was the fire cracking.
While listening,
I smelled hot cocoa
And our big Christmas tree.
The Steelers blanket held me so tight.
That is one of my favorite winter nights.
As he finished, we all read
And to all a good night.

26, My Life After My Parents’ Divorce © Kayla K. Eikermann

This is my life:

My parents are split up.
I can’t believe they gave up.

My life isn’t the same.
It is different and plain.

This is so different than the life we had together.
I thought that we would last forever.

Instead of feeling crabby,
Now I am happy.

Now their lives have just begun.
I wonder what their lives are going to become.

But now I have two families, and that is cool,
Compared to a lot of my friends at my school.

So I am not the only one who feels this way,
So I just wanted to say

No matter what, they support me and they love me.
I just want them to be very happy.

This is my life, and I am very glad.
This is the life with my mom and dad.

27, My Zoo © Bethany Aucoin

My family is like a zoo.
Courtney is a baby monkey; always too hyper to be around.
Ashleigh is a little tiger; always nearby, but not seen.
Mom is a lioness; in charge when the lion is not home.
Dad is a lion; in charge, but does not make the rules.
I am the zookeeper; always in everybody’s business!

28, Family Tree © Alison Jean Thomas

It seems strange to me
That a family tree is drawn from the top of the page.
Instead, draw mine with roots deeply planted in firm ground
Like forefathers, whose stories retold,
Nourish us.
Draw the trunk giving support and power,
Strongly branching out
So that young shoots can reach high
And buds,
Some yet unfurled,
May catch dreams in sunlight.

29, Brother Trouble © Richard Thomas

Of all the burdens I must bear,
My brother’s number one.
Our parents really messed up there.
They’ve raised an awful son.
He’s lazy, stubborn, rough and mean
And thinks he’s boss of me.
The biggest grouch you’ve ever seen
And greedy as can be.

His constant teasing makes me sore.
He does it just for spite.
He cheats and brags and, furthermore,
He tickles when we fight.
Unless he stops, I swear someday
I’ll punch his ugly face.
And if they’d let me have my way,
I’d shoot him into space.

But other times he’s not so bad.
He’s taught me lots of games.
He gave me toys and books he had
And calls me funny names.
He helps me when my homework’s hard
And finds me when I hide.
He built the treehouse in our yard
And lets me play inside.

He laughs at every joke I tell
And gives me good advice.
He knows when I’m not feeling well
And treats me extra nice.
So, all in all, I’d have to say
It’s better in the end
To let the no-good nuisance stay.
My brother is my friend.

30, A Mom Is Like A Present © Andee

A mom is a person to stand right
beside you until the very end.
She’ll always be there for you,
no matter where or when.

A mommy will care for you.
She’ll be right by your side.
She wants to be with you
when you need to run and hide.

A mom is like a superhero.
She’ll always be there for you,
and when you need her the most,
she’ll always come through.

A mother is like a shining star,
shining through the night,
a big beautiful brightness
that helps you when you’re in fright.

A mother is like a present
you get on Christmas morning.
She’s fun, joyful, and caring,
and she’s rarely ever boring.

31, Jovani © Lexie Webster

You’re my nephew, my only man.
I can walk and hold your hand.
When I see you, I see a light.
When I see you, I hold on tight.
I would hold you and hold you all day long.
I miss you, so come back and see me long.

32, My Annoying Sister © Mariah S. Thies

I have a little sister.
She bothers me a lot.
When we get in trouble,
She laughs and never gets caught.

When I have friends over,
She bothers him or her.
Then she runs out laughing,
Thinking she’s an emperor.

When I am mad at her,
You can hear me scream for a mile.
But when she is nice to me,
You will see me smile!

33, My Dad’s Addicted To The Ps2 © Shannon W.

Pew, pew, pew
goes my dad on the PS2.
Shooting bad guys on Battlefield 3,
who knew? Not me.

I sit and help him sometimes.
I mean, he never minds.
He always shouts,
sometimes swears or doubts.

He sometimes gets cross
and tries to act like he’s the boss.
He might throw a pillow or 2;
not at me but maybe you.

All I wish is for him to come off,
but instead he says I’m a puff.
He’s always late too bed
because this game is stuck in his head.

When I saw him get the PS2
I didn’t know what was coming through
from within the cloud of rage.
He forgot about the ‘touch pause engage.’

One day he’ll get square eyes
and then start to despise.
It’s good if we just back away
and let the wild animal play.

When I saw him get the PS2
I didn’t know what was coming through
from within the cloud of rage.
He forgot about the ‘touch pause engage.’

For wherever there is a beginning, there’s an end.

34, Open Arms © Nicole R. Melson

You’re the one with open arms
When the darkness closes in.
When the shadows come and the nightmares make it hard to sleep,
You’re always there to chase them all away.
You were there with every skinned knee and every time I cried.
When I messed up, you were there to show me what I did wrong.
When you went to work in your big truck,
I waited patiently at the window for my daddy to arrive.
As I got older and wanted different things,
The one thing that never changed
Was running into my daddy’s arms.

35, My Twin Sister © Rivki

You boss me around
and tell me what to do.
You say our room is bound
and you’re nasty when the sky is blue.
Oh mean, grumpy twin sister, just get away.
You yell and scream
even when there’s ice cream.
You say, “I’m the older sister,”
but when you say that, you stick out like a blister.
Oh mean, grumpy twin sister, just get away,
but dear twin sister, I have to say
you’re the most precious sister when the sky is gray.

36, My Sister Is Loving © Shannon W.

Moaning all day long
Yapping at every bad thing I do

Super crazy hair in the morning
I get so angry I could sue
So I pull at her crazy hair
Tickle her till she wees
End the fighting horrors
Remember how much she means

In the end we both make up
Say sorry about what we did

Learn about loving each other
Overwriting bad things we hid
Vowing never to fight
Identifying what we’ve said
Not living up to that promise
Giving a tear when one of us falls dead.

37, Great Grandpa © Alan Balter

Great Grandpa is a wise old man who says he’s ninety-four.
He tells me that he lost his leg fighting in some war.
When I was just a little tot with eyes and nose still runny,
He swears that he forgot my name, so now he calls me Sonny.

Great Grandpa is a carpenter; he makes things out of wood,
Chairs and stairs and pegs and legs; gee, I wish I could.
He has saws and tools and tapes and rules in the shed where he does work.
Most times he’s out there late at night with his dear old helper, Turk.

Together they talk of good old days, ’bout things they used to do,
And sometimes they just kick around what are lies and what is true.
Once at breakfast, I asked my gramps when he learned his trade.
He said, “Sonny, I’m very proud to say it was down in second grade.”

“Gramps,” I said, “Now that’s a fib; you weren’t but seven or eight.
A boy can’t be a carpenter at such an early date.”
Grandpa winked and took a swig of cider for his thirst.
“Why, sure you can; it’s easy Sonny, after nine straight years in first!”

We laughed and then he took a nap; his skin grew pale and lighter.
I loved his wrinkled face and brow, this great old freedom fighter.
He had a restful sleep awhile snoring soft and steady.
I wonder if Great Grandpa knows I’m missing him already.

38, Boys © Jac Judy A. Campbell

Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts.
Little green bugs and bicycle parts.
Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt.
A boy is a boy for all he is worth.

Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots.
Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot.
Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes,
A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two.

Little red wagon, scraped up chins,
Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans.
A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout.
Into mischief but truly a scout.

Old clubhouses, flying a kite,
Up a tree, a fall on the bike.
Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts.
A boy is a boy when his dukes are up

39, Sisters And Brothers © Marie Tully

If I had a brother I’d like him to be
Happy, good looking, cheerful, and free

If I had a sister I’d like her to say
She’d be my best sister day after day

If my brother was older I’d like him to be
Protective like king Arthur and always mind me

If my sister was older I’d like her to be
A shoulder to cry on a true friend to me

Now if my brother was younger and I was the boss
I’d let him keep worms and bright green frogs

And as for my sister been younger than me
We would dress up with crowns make up and gowns

But as I have neither I don’t have to bother
About having a sister or brother

40, What Are We Going To Do With You? © Jenna

Sometimes you drive us all crazy.
Sometimes me more than others.
But sometimes you yell
and kick at nothing for no reason.
Tell me, little sis, what are we going to do with you?!

I keep on telling myself,
“I wanted a sister, not an alien!”
Only to have mother tell me you are human.
I laugh as you walk in with underwear on your head!
Now it’s mother’s turn to say,
“Oh, what are we going to do with you?”

But sometimes, when it’s bedtime,
you can be the sweetest thing.
I find it adorable when you snuggle
with your small teddy bear.
And I can’t help but say,
“Taitum, what are we going to do with you?”

41, Mom’s Special Day © Marena

Mom today’s your special day,
And you need to take a rest.
I’ll do everything for you,
To make it the best.

Mom you’re sweet
And you mean the world to me
You do every little thing
Cheerfully.

You’re too loving and kind,
To do so much work.
I’ll always help out
Instead of being a jerk

42, My Life © Kayla K. Eikermann

This is my life:

My parents are split up.
I can’t believe they gave up.

My life isn’t the same.
It is different and plain.

This is so different than the life we had together.
I thought that we would last forever.

Instead of feeling crabby,
Now I am happy.

Now their lives have just begun.
I wonder what their lives are going to become.

But now I have two families, and that is cool,
Compared to a lot of my friends at my school.

So I am not the only one who feels this way,
So I just wanted to say

No matter what, they support me and they love me.
I just want them to be very happy.

This is my life, and I am very glad.
This is the life with my mom and dad.

43, Daddy, Why, Oh Why? © Brittany R. Williams

On those rainy nights you weren’t ever there to tuck me in.
I ask myself again and again, did I do something,
or was it something dads just do?
Well, I’m more grown up now and understand that it’s not my fault.
But why, oh why?

Now I know that it had nothing to do with me.
It all had to do with one little piece of paper that said
to my dearest daddy goodbye, goodbye.

I didn’t want him to leave, but a judge said it was time.

So the next couple of days I saw him take
his stuff, and out of the blue before he
went I gave him a very big bear hug and
he was gone.

I haven’t seen or spoken to him in a long, long time.

What was the paper about?
Maybe a bill or something like that.

44, My Little Nephew © Estela O. Canama

Whenever I see your sweetest smile,
My pain and sorrow are gone for awhile.

Whenever I get mad because you’re so unruly,
You’ll just hug me and say, “I’m sorry!”

You’ve got a lot of questions.
You have some wonderful visions!

My little nephew, let your imaginations soar;
Let your spirit travels afar…

Spread your wings of generosity;
Open your heart to the wretched and needy!

And you’ll discover the rainbow
Of hope that’s within you…

45, Annoying Sisters, I Still Love Them © Felisha A. Barkley

Sisters are so annoying!
Trust me,
I have three.
They do everything they can
to get on my nerves.
Things like pull my hair,
take my stuff,
embarrass me
in front of a really cute guy.
Then when I tell Mom or Dad,
they play it sweet.
Well, guess who gets in trouble.
Not them,
me!
Even though they can be a big pain,
I still love them,
for who they are.
Now that will never change.

46, My Little Nephew © Estela O. Canama

Whenever I see your sweetest smile,
My pain and sorrow are gone for awhile.

Whenever I get mad because you’re so unruly,
You’ll just hug me and say, “I’m sorry!”

You’ve got a lot of questions.
You have some wonderful visions!

My little nephew, let your imaginations soar;
Let your spirit travels afar…

Spread your wings of generosity;
Open your heart to the wretched and needy!

And you’ll discover the rainbow
Of hope that’s within you…

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