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Family Poems for Kids (Family Bonding Poetry Collection)

Family Poems for Kids: In a child’s heart, grandparents, parents, and siblings all occupy a particular place. Grandparents, mothers, and fathers, and siblings hold a special place in a child’s heart.

Family Poems for Kids

Family Poems for Kids

All children are born into a family, and it’s with those people they create bonds, strong relationships, and lasting memories.

Even when brothers and sisters get on each other’s nerves, deep down they love each other. Grandparents, mothers, fathers, and siblings hold a special place in a child’s heart.

Every child is born into a family, and it is with these people that they develop bonds, solid bonds, and enduring memories. Even though they can be irritable to one another, siblings love one another. The Following Family Poems for Kids are about Bonding and Family Time.

1. Great Grandpa by 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.

2. Brother Trouble by 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.

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3. My Little Nephew by Estela O. Canama

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

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 imagination soar;
Let your spirit travel 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…

4. Boys by 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

5. Muffins With Momma by 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.

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6. Mom’s Special Day by 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.

7. A Mom Is Like A Present by 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.

8. The Ecchoing Green by William Blake

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green.

Old John, with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk,
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say.
‘Such, such were the joys.
When we all girls & boys,
In our youth-time were seen,
On the Ecchoing Green.’

Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end:
Round the laps of their mothers,
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening Green.

9. Cotton Candy by Edward Hirsch

We walked on the bridge over the Chicago River

for what turned out to be the last time,

and I ate cotton candy, that sugary air,

that sweet blue light spun out of nothingness.

It was just a moment, really, nothing more,

but I remember marveling at the sturdy cables

of the bridge that held us up

and threading my fingers through the long

and slender fingers of my grandfather,

an old man from the Old World

who long ago disappeared into the nether regions.

And I remember that eight-year-old boy

who had tasted the sweetness of air,

which still clings to my mouth

and disappears when I breathe.

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10. His Speed and Strength by Alicia Ostriker

His speed and strength, which is the strength of ten
years, races me home from the pool.
First I am ahead, Niké, on my bicycle,
no hands, and the Times crossword tucked in my rack,
then he is ahead, the Green Hornet,
buzzing up Witherspoon,
flashing around the corner to Nassau Street.

At noon sharp he demonstrated his neat
one-and-a-half flips off the board:
Oh, brave. Did you see me, he wanted to know.
And I doing my backstroke laps was Juno
Oceanus, then for a while I watched some black
and white boys wrestling and joking, teammates, wet
plums and peaches touching each other as if

it is not necessary to make hate,
as if Whitman was right and there is no death.
A big wind at our backs, it is lovely, the maple boughs
ride up and down like ships. Do you mind
if I take off, he says. I’ll catch you later,
see you, I shout and wave, as he peels
away, pedaling hard, rocket and pilot.

The poems above were about family time, bonding, and making memorable memories with family. You can read them to your family, and kids or share them whenever you like.

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