These tender and heartfelt poems explore the transformative journey of becoming a parent. They celebrate the joys, challenges, and unconditional love that comes with raising a child.
These verses may reflect on the sacrifices made, the bond forged, and the profound sense of responsibility accompanying parenthood. Poets use imagery of growth, nurturing, and family to paint portraits of parenthood, inviting readers to share the universal experiences of raising the next generation.
In ‘Ave Maria,’ Frank O’Hara urges mothers to let their children enjoy the guilty pleasures of adolescence. Otherwise, he contends, their kids will become resentful, stunted adults.
Mothers of America
let your kids go to the movies!
get them out of the house so they won’t know what you’re up to
‘an afternoon nap’ by Arthur Yap explores the lacunae in the modern education system and how it results in anxiety and stress in students.
the ambitious mother across the road
is at it again. proclaming her goodness
she beats the boy. shouting out his wrongs, with raps
she begins with his mediocre report-book grades.
‘First Fall’ by Smith captures a mother showing her child autumn’s beauty, weaving themes of change, life, and the desire for happiness.
I’m your guide here. In the evening-dark
morning streets, I point and name.
In Sheenagh Pugh’s ‘Sweet 18’, an older woman expresses her desire to regain youth as she battles the temptation to take it from others.
You move before me with all the unknown ease
of your age; your face clear of the awareness
that clouds mine. Your only scars; where you tried
to shave, before there was any need.
‘The Little Girl Found’ by William Blake unfolds a mystical odyssey, guiding parents through despair to find solace in enchantment.
All the night in woe
Lyca's parents go
Over valleys deep,
While the deserts weep.
‘My Mother Would Be a Falconress’ by Robert Duncan explores a son and mother’s relationship through the lens of a falcon breaking free from his handler.
My mother would be a falconress,
And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist,
would fly to bring back
from the blue of the sky to her, bleeding, a prize,
‘Lullaby’ by John Fuller is a sweet and beautiful cradle song. This poem features a baby’s innocent image by contrasting it with the external ambiance.
Sleep little baby, clean as a nut,
Your fingers uncurl and your eyes are shut.
Your life was ours, which is with you.
Go on your journey. We go too.
‘Parents’ by William Meredith is an interesting and relatable poem about childhood and parenthood. It is at times moving and comedic.
What it must be like to be an angel
or a squirrel, we can imagine sooner.
The last time we go to bed good,
they are there, lying about darkness.
‘For Heidi With Blue Hair’ is a six-stanza poem that uses action and dialogue to paint a literary picture where little to no physical setting is provided.
When you dyed your hair blue
(or, at least ultramarine
for the clipped sides, with a crest
of jet-black spikes on top)
‘To a Daughter Leaving Home’ uses the metaphor of a child learning to ride a bike to beautifully capture a parent’s mixed emotions of pride and fear as they watch their daughter grow up and gain independence.
When I taught you
at eight to ride
a bicycle, loping along
beside you
‘I kill an ant’ by Shuson Kato depicts someone killing an ant and realizing that their children were watching them.
I kill an ant
and realize my three children
have been watching
‘The childless woman’ by Hattori Ransetsu is a beautifully emotional poem about a childless woman longing to have real children.
The childless woman,
How tender she is
To the dolls!
‘Dockery and Son’ by Philip Larkin explores themes of aging and the choices we make, reflecting on the profound effects of the roads untraveled.
‘Dockery was junior to you,
Wasn’t he?’ said the Dean. ‘His son’s here now.’
Death-suited, visitant, I nod. ‘And do
You keep in touch with—’ Or remember how
‘Mid-Term Break’ by Seamus Heaney describes the emotional turmoil experienced by a speaker who has lost a loved one in a traumatic way.
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home.
‘My Son the Man’ explores the reality of parenting and engages with the inevitability of the passage of time.
Suddenly his shoulders get a lot wider,
the way Houdini would expand his body