Poems about Mothers and Daughters

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Soraya Alvarado

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Mothers and daughters share a bond that transcends time, woven into the fabric of their being. These poems explore the depth and beauty of this eternal relationship.
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Table of contents
Mother's Tapestry
Odes in Bloom
Cedar and Sapling
Daughter's Mirror
Lessons of the Loom
Constellation of Kin
Songs of the Hearth
The Harvest of Her Hands
Wisdom's Whispers
The Seasons of Her Days

Mother's Tapestry

Threads of love in tender care,
Weave the bond they both share,
Stitches of laughter, memories made,
A tapestry of motherhood, never to fade.


 

Colors of joy, shades of sorrow,
Patterns form the promise of tomorrow,
Soft yarn of guidance in a daughter’s heart,
Intricate designs, a mother's art.


 

Golden moments caught in time’s loom,
Tending to blooms in a shared room,
Daughter grows under watchful eyes,
A living canvas, where trust lies.


 

Daughter’s steps, mother’s dance,
Life’s twirls met with a knowing glance,
Sewn dreams under the same moon,
Their love, a priceless heirloom.


 

One day she’ll thread her own design,
Reflecting the love of her ancient line,
Mother's embrace in every stitch,
A heritage quilt, without a glitch.



 

Odes in Bloom

Daughter of mine, a budding rose,
Born from love, in gentle throes,
Odes of joy in your gaze alight,
In the warm glow of mother's twilight.


 

To nurture your roots, my solemn vow,
Through every season, I’m here now,
Deep in my soul, you stir the breeze,
Whispers of strength through the trembling leaves.


 

Eternal spring in your gentle bloom,
A symphony of life, dispelling gloom,
The future beckons, bright and pure,
Yet, each petal holds the past secure.


 

Mother’s wisdom, the dew that clings,
To the dawn-kissed petals as morning sings,
Daughter’s laughter, the resonant bell,
In a sacred garden, where kinship dwells.


 

Seasons change, petals may fall,
But odes of us shall outlive all,
Entwined vines in our generational story,
Mother and daughter, in full glory.



 

Cedar and Sapling

Sturdy cedar, standing tall,
A sapling blooms beneath your thrall,
Matriarch of the forest grand,
With a gentle sapling at hand.


 

Cedar whispers wisdom's song,
Sapling listens, growing strong,
Nature weaves a mystic bond,
Linking lives beyond the pond.


 

Hollows of time within your bark,
Mother-guided through light and dark,
Daughter sprouts in dappled light,
Shared journey through the quiet night.


 

Roots entwined beneath the earth,
Giving solace, giving birth,
To dreams and fears, to tears and laughter,
Sapling will rise, cedar hereafter.


 

When the sapling one day towers,
And faces her own suns and showers,
She’ll feel your strength in every limb,
Cedar mother within her hymn.



 

Daughter's Mirror

In the daughter’s eyes, a mirror’s sheen,
Mother’s past therein is seen,
Reflection of a bygone youth,
Harboring tales of love and truth.


 

In searching gaze of blood-born kin,
Translucent veils of thick and thin,
History’s echo, soft and clear,
In mirrored eyes, both far and near.


 

Whispers of maidenhood’s flight,
Cast upon the still of night,
Daughter holds the ancient light,
Mother’s journey in her sight.


 

Yet with each glance, something new,
Daughter's tale, distinctly her cue,
Fused reflections start to bend,
Separate paths, yet still they mend.


 

Mirrored lake of memories,
Mother and daughter, the centuries,
Each reflection tells its tale,
Together weaving the eternal veil.



 

Lessons of the Loom

Mother teaches, hands like time,
Daughter learns the uphill climb,
Lessons of the loom, weave and thread,
Lives entwined, future ahead.


 

Teaching patience, virtue’s pace,
Every thread, its rightful place,
Patterned wisdom in the make,
With gentle guidance, hands shall take.


 

Daughter's fabric finds its form,
Through stormy nights, through sunlit morn,
Mother's tales spun into gold,
Riches of the heart, never sold.


 

Upon this loom, life’s cloth unfurls,
Silken bonds, a dance that swirls,
Woven dreams in warp and weft,
The loom of love, a priceless theft.


 

Endless lessons, tender care,
Fabric stories, they jointly bear,
Through the loom, they both shall see,
A mother's love, the tapestry.



 

Constellation of Kin

A cosmos bloomed from her womb’s night,
Stars arrayed in constellations bright,
Mother's love, a galaxy untamed,
Daughter's spark, from the heavens claimed.


 

Stellar trails through pregnant skies,
Daughter follows with newborn eyes,
Majestic tales of space and seam,
Woven within the universe’s dream.


 

Planets aligned in tender grace,
Guiding the daughter's earthly chase,
Celestial bodies spin tales of yore,
In those twinkling lights, legends soar.


 

Milky paths to navigate,
Through life's cradle, the hands of fate,
Mother’s knowledge, the Polaris guide,
Daughter sails on astral tide.


 

Silent nights, when stars are near,
Their luminous tales the sky will clear,
A constellation of mother and child,
Through the cosmos, love compiled.



 

Songs of the Hearth

By the heath, a mother’s song,
Melodies where hearts belong,
Daughter sways to a tender lilt,
In their haven, with love they're built.


 

Fireside flickers, gentle and warm,
Echoes the quiet before the storm,
Daughter’s dreams in her mother’s gleam,
By the hearth, they weave the stream.


 

Songs of old and tales of might,
Pass by the fire, in shadow's light,
Daughter learns the litany of life,
From mother’s lips, wisdom rife.


 

Hearth's glow brightens hidden fears,
Notes dance upon doubts and tears,
Mother and daughter, in chorus blend,
In every verse, their souls ascend.


 

As ember's glimmer turns to gray,
The song shall keep the dark at bay,
Mother, daughter, a duet spun,
Songs of the hearth shall never be done.



 

The Harvest of Her Hands

Daughter sows in soils birthed from love,
Blessed by the gentle hands of dove,
Mother's touch, the kindest creed,
In every furrow, she plants a seed.


 

Together tending to the field of life,
Sowing joy, reaping beyond strife,
The harvest of her hands they share,
Fruits of the kindest care.


 

Daughter cultivates the ground anew,
Farmstead of soul, where trust grew,
With every season’s turning page,
She gathers wisdom, ripe with age.


 

Fields of amber turn to gold,
The stories bloom, the tales unfold,
Mother's harvest, a bounty spread,
Feast of the heart, by love fed.


 

Generations tend the earth and sky,
Mother and daughter, the reason why,
The harvest of her hands will thrive,
In verdant fields, they come alive.



 

Wisdom's Whispers

Daughter harkens to the whispers wise,
Cascading down from ancient skies,
Mother’s voice, the winds it treads,
Weaves through her soul, through heart’s threads.


 

Underneath the moon they walk,
In wisdom’s whispers, they unlock,
Secrets held in the silver beams,
Daughter listens to her dreams.


 

Gentle breeze, or stormy gale,
Wisdom's whispers never fail,
Mother's counsel steers the helm,
In restless seas, in quiet realm.


 

Fables from the lips of old,
Fortitudes that turn the cold,
Daughter’s steps, sure and true,
Following the clues, her path to pursue.


 

Through the years, these whispers pass,
From mother’s lips to daughter’s grasp,
Wisdom’s whispers, an endless dance,
Bearing gifts of life’s grand chance.



 

The Seasons of Her Days

In the springtime of her days,
Daughter blooms under the mother’s gaze,
Life unfurls in scents so sweet,
From an innocent bud to blossomed feat.


 

Summertime, a blaze of sun,
Daughter's chapters, newly spun,
Mother's shade, a welcomed balm,
In the heat of life, a calming palm.


 

Autumn leaves in the daughter’s hair,
Harvest of life, filled with care,
Mother watches the golden fall,
Proud of the yield, proud of it all.


 

Winter’s chill, a seasoned grace,
Daughter's warmth in an embrace,
Mother's wisdom, a timeless cloak,
Beneath the frost, their love awoke.


 

In the garden of her reveries,
Through all seasons, in every pleasantry,
Daughter’s love, a perennial flower,
Blooms for mother, her gentle power.



 

PUBLISHED: Feb 22, 2024
Written By
Soraya Alvarado
Hey, I'm Soraya—a wordsmith on a mission to uncover the tales that bind our world. Born into Hispanic heritage, I bridge cultures and contemporary narratives, celebrating the universal language of stories. Join me as we embark on a literary adventure together!
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