Poems about Families and Other Relatives

Family Qualities

Family members are everything to me,
And they give me all my loving glee,
My heart is all they really need,
I’ll help them all by doing good deeds,
Let me help them in all I do,
 Yet to say to them I love you.

A Poem For My Auntie

There was a precious moment in my life
When I realized I grew up.
And the person who helped me did it well
Was my auntie Dasha who always compelled.
Well, she looked after me since I was not even born.
I mean, I liked her a lot but not till the morn
When she rapidly woke me
And meant lots to do,
As for me, I just felt sleepy.
I enjoyed playing dolls, reading books, doing sums,
Drawing, dancing, cooking and knitting.
So one day it turned out
There was no place for those
When she finally got her own baby.
Now I'm sitting here with all that staff
And I feel like a lone old woman,
Recalling bright memories of busy days
With my auntie rushing through our duties -
And I'm only nine, so I have some time
To become the one like that woman.

In The Mulcahy Residence

I have a quirky family
I have a sister, loud and rowdy
A brother, a decade older than me
A dad, who's kind of shouty,
And my Mum, who is the pack horse.

My sister is 8,
Fairly annoying and loud,
(Not helped by the fact she learns the saxophone)
So she fits the little sister theme perfectly.

My brother, is like my uncle,
Meaning he is estranged.
Unlike my uncle, however, he at least tries to talk to us,
Despite ignoring my texts

Now my dad,
He watches tv,
Needs a diet,
And indiscreetly belches
So he is also a typical dad.

Now my mum, a pack horse
Does the ironing, washing, cooking,
Cleaning, dusting and everything else.
So yeah, that's Mum.

A Rainy School Day

Wake up in the morning
Rub my sleepy eyes
School day today!

Rolled oats for breakfast
Then I’m into school
Head down in my books!

I can hear the rain
Run around outside
Raindrops on my head!

Mum shouts, ‘Lunchtime!’
We all head inside
More work after lunch

Swim in the dam
Dinner and then bed
Tucked in by Mum and Dad
Sleepytime!

Our New Teacher at School

When I share this tale with you
You may find it strange,
We’ve got a new teacher at school
A new teacher, for a change.

He’s the smartest teacher in the school
I’m sure none can ever deny.
And when I won a race at school
He gave me a high-five!

And sometimes when I am naughty
Or when my grades go down,
He shouts and scolds at me
And scares me with a frown.

Once I banged against the wall,
Scraped my knee and fell,
He helped me with the first-aid
Till I stopped to shout and yell.

On the days I forget my lunchbox
I find him unusually kind,
He readily shares his lunch with me,
Which I too never mind.

My classmates feel he is weird,
The weirdest teacher we’ve ever had,
They still don’t know the secret...
Our teacher is my DAD!

Christmas Day

Warm, morning sunshine rays,
Wake me up on Christmas Day,
I jump out of bed, with excitement in my heart,
Race through breakfast, load the presents in the car.

Hi Grandad, Hi Gran!
Cousins, Uncles, family everywhere!
Crowd in together,
One, two, three, "Cheese!"

Beautifully wrapped presents, Grandad hands,
Stashed around the decorated gum tree,
Wide eyes watch, Christmas wrapping rips,
Shouts of joy and surprise resound.

Pockets of laughter in the Christmas air,
Duck for cover from bombarding wrapping paper rockets,
"Can I try your present?"
"Sure!"

Hockey ball flies from stick to stick,
Running, shouting, excited kids about,
Fresh, gourmet sandwiches,
"Gran, your best ever yet!"

Swimming in the dam,
Tired babies nap,
Barbecue around the fire,
Twinkling sky above.