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POEMS FOR YOUR DAUGHTER

The relationship between a parent and a daughter is very unique and even though this relationship will have its ups and downs as your daughter grows into adulthood the bond between you will stand strong.

Poems about daughters may describe the angelic feelings towards a newborn daughter or describe the turmoil of the teenage years.

Let your daughter know how you feel by sending her a poem for her birthday, or include a poem in your speech at her wedding. Write a poem to your daughter if she is going through difficult times or has passed away before you.

You will find inspiring poems about daughters at Poem4Today.

Daughter Poems, Poems for Daughters

A Little Bit Of Sunshine

poems for your daughter

She's a little bit of sunshine
She's a smile to light our days
She will steel our hearts and
Keep them with her warm endearing ways
She's our precious little daughter
With a sweetness from above
Who will fill our years with laughter
And our lives with lots of love

Poem for Daughter on her Birthday

To a Very Special Daughter

From the day you came into this world
We were as proud as can be
Blessed with a daughter
For everyone to see

So every year we celebrate
This very special day
To mark another milestone
As your life moves on its way

So Happy Birthday to you
We wish you all the happiness in the world
We are thankful year round
For our very precious girl

Mother and Daughter

It's a special bond that spans the years,
Through laughter, worry, smiles and tears.
A sense of trust that can't be broken,
A depth of love sometimes unspoken.
A lifelong friendship built on sharing,
Hugs and kisses, warmth and caring.
Mother and daughter, their hearts as one -
A link that can never be undone.

Daughter

I'm glad there's you to smile at me
and brighten up my day,
to share my thoughts and understand
the things I do and say.
I'm glad there's you to laugh with me,
at ordinary things,
to show me what is special
in everything life brings

A Prayer for My Daughter

Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.

I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And-under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.


Helen being chosen found life flat and dull
And later had much trouble from a fool,
While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless could have her way
Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man.
It's certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat
Whereby the Horn of plenty is undone.

In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty's very self, has charm made wisc.
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

May she become a flourishing hidden tree
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
And have no business but dispensing round
Their magnanimities of sound,
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
O may she live like some green laurel
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.

My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there's no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.

An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of plenty's horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?

Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven's will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy Still.

And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
Where all's accustomed, ceremonious;
For arrogance and hatred are the wares
Peddled in the thoroughfares.
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremony's a name for the rich horn,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.

~ William Butler Yeats

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