Poems about Family poems

What is a family, that’s what we ask, For some it means little, for they may seek, A life of love and sharing each other, For that is the joy a family can keep, It’s being their always, for

We are a familyAnd we belong togetherWe need to support each otherAnd encourage each otherThrough lifeAuthor: Aldo Kraas

It's Saturday Night Live.....I mean come on. It’s Chicago’s South side.Admittedly, there is no evidence of that, but on the other hand, there is no convincing evidenceto the contrary and thi

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 t

The family the used to beThere was once a happy familyEverything seem to be going rightEverybody was happyThere was no arguments or no fightsMy mom and dad loved each otherWell at least I thoug

With open armsThey welcomed meWith open armsThey let me stayWith open heartsThey loved meWith open heartsThey show they caredWith open minds They listend to meWith open mindsthey believed

They love each other and their children but they studiously ignoreThe poor old one in her mid eighties their near neighbour who lives next doorTo her they feel so much superior in their eyes she's a

'Family' I was born into life in a family of many, but a family of friends that I wouldn't trade with any. We are a family unique, oh so diverse, But a family of friends who

By: Michelle (Miss. Shelly) A family that doesn’t belong, But always knowing we didn’t do a thing wrong! Your in our family so strong and caring, Each and every problem is worth you sharing!

Whatever happened To the family physician? His genial compassionate Demeanour had a placebo effect, And you felt at ease In his presence.You were half curedBy his kind words.He could diagnos

I have special family memoriesOf when I was just a childMy family did things togetherMore often than once in awhileWe would go to church togetherThen afterward a Sunday driveWith roast beef and

In a dark room, Through heavy tapestry sunlight bloom.Daughter, wife and husband, Lonesome, baffled and stressed, Laying on the hard pressed bed, Staring at the running stars, with eyes red.A