Poem for My Special Daughters

by Caroline Collins
(Newton Heath Manchester, UK)

Webmaster says...another lovely 'from the heart' sentiment that Caroline has expressed and allows you to express to YOUR daughters

To have three special daughters
Is a gift from up above
To share so much together
In a special bond of love.

To know that you are there for me
Helps me through my day
But all I really want to say
Is I love you, all, in every way.

You mean much more than words can say
I'm proud of you all in your own special way
You're all so beautiful
So wonderful too.

There's one last thing I need to say
My three daughters
Are a special gift to me.

Poem About My Dad

by Lindsey Vernon-Lilley
(Doncaster, England)

I wrote this poem to show my dad how much I love him. Just think it's lovely to express how you feel through words and is a great Fathers Day gift.
Webmaster says... this is why I like contributions...this is not a professional writer for the card industry... but just a daughter who wants to say something nice about her Dad...and by submitting this...allows you to say the same to YOUR Dad... Thanks, Lyndsey




MY DAD

All that you are and all that you do,
Makes it so special because you are you.
You never need to change, you’re perfect the way you are,
Bet you never would have thought you could ever come so far.
Through all the bad times and the good,
You have always given all that you could.
So here I am writing this poem for you dad,
To be called your daughter I am so glad.
You’re a true inspiration and I hope that you know,
You are everything to me, few words could ever show.


The world is a better place, no need to be sad,
My life is so lovely, because you’re MY DAD.

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poem for birth of grandaughter

by Anonymous

This was written for my first grandchild

I loved you from the day I knew your life had just begun,
Slowly growing little hands and fingers one by one,
Tiny little rosebud mouth, a perfect button nose
Wrinkly feet and on the end, ten dinky little toes,
But now your journey's over, you're here, you have been born
I look at you in wonder, at your perfect little form,
So happy BIRTH-day Sweetheart and kisses by the score
If I were paid TEN BILLION POUNDS I couldn't love you more.

Sister Poem

by Tracey
(London)

My Sister


My first friend was you
You taught me so much
Like Santa was dead
And other such stuff

As we grew older you skinny, me fat
We fought and we argued
About this and that

Our teens saw the tantrums, often over hair
I didn't want to get up and to do yours cos I didn't care

Twenties and babies our bond grew so strong
And I rediscovered what I knew all along
You see it was true
My best friend was you

Thirties were hard work, we went through so much
Closer we became
We never lost touch

Forties are slower we're getting older, its true
More troubles, much fun,
But you see I always knew
That before it was mine, 50 was for you