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Like a Strong Oak - Poem

Updated on January 6, 2011

For my children

My children are the testimony of my life and the reason I have been able to rise above the ashes and soar again . As a mother I have loved and nurtured them, taught them and gave to them all I had to give.

When the time came, as difficult as it was, I watched them set sail on their own voyage of life, knowing each one has their own path to follow and their own dreams to fulfill.

Some of my poems are little snippets of their lives, moments in time that have warmed my heart or, as is the case of Like a Strong Oak, a celebration of what they have become.

Like a Strong Oak

To My Daughter

Like a strong oak, her head held high

In the midst of a field she stands

Sturdy and strong, her roots dug deep

Her branches like arms, her leaves are like hands

In the searing sun she provides the cool shade

When it rains she covers all things below

When the wind howls and pushes hard

She steadies herself and her arms bend low

She takes what she gets whenever she can

A rain shower provides a cool drink

A warm summer’s day and a soft gentle breeze

Give her a moment to rest and to think

The birds come to stay in the crook of her arms

For their young they will build a strong nest

Knowing that when a breeze hurries by

Her branches will stand up to the test


She bears her seed and offers them all

To the squirrels, the chipmunk and the deer

Giving them food to stow safely away

And keep them well fed for the year

She eagerly bows low a strong heavy branch

For the children who come to play

They’ll climb up her trunk or tie on a swing

To idle the summer away

When the children are gone and fall comes along

Her leaves will wither and turn

And after they fall all over the ground

They will be gathered and burned

Through the bleak winter days

She’ll stand bare in the field, covered with frost and snow

Her thin branches are grey as she waits for the day

When the warmth of the sun will glow

One morning it comes, the first breath of the spring

As the sun sets itself in the sky

She stretches her branches and uncurls her new leaves

As the birds set off to fly

And once again she’ll offer herself to the creatures all around

As shade from the sun, a place for some fun or a home where the birds can nest.

And she’ll know in her heart and feel warm to her core

That she’s given her very best.

To my daughter Heather,

You shall be like a tree

Planted by the rivers of water,

That brings forth its fruit in its season

Whose leaf shall not wither;

And whatever you do shall prosper

Psalm 1:3



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    • miss_jkim profile image

      miss_jkim 6 years ago

      Thanks for the positive feedback Ben.

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      Ben Evans 6 years ago

      Very nice miss jkim. I like what the poem says. Very readable with the meter.

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      miss_jkim 6 years ago

      Thanks once againn leni, This poem fits my daughter to a tee. She is strong, giving and loving and brings me great joy.

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      Leni Sands 6 years ago from UK

      Beautiful poem. I am great fan of personification (giving life to inaminate objects). I love this poem and how it reflects the strength in your daughter.

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago


      Thank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed this. I hope you will visit some of my other Hubs.

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      agaglia 7 years ago


      this was really very good. thank you.

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Thank you for such kind words amorea13. It means a lot that you have found the strength in this poem that I see in my daughter.

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      amorea13 7 years ago

      Miss_jkim - thank you for that powerful poem - so full of strength and movement too in the words and the rhyme - one of its unique properties I think is the poem's tremendous 'character' - it reveals this in Heather's obvious strength and yours too Miss_jkim.

      You use words in a very memorable way. Thank you.

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Thank you Nell.

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      Nellieanna Hay 7 years ago from TEXAS

      Lovely tribute to the woman your Heather has become.

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Thank you epigramman.

      I am so blessed to have such a fine and strong daughter who is a wonderful mother to her own children.

      I look forward to reading The Bee Flies!

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      epigramman 7 years ago

      one day I imagine your daughter will return the favor and write you a beautiful poem ..... this is a priceless testament to the deepest most profound love of all - the unconditional love between mother and child.

      I am blessed to say that my mum was my best friend (as was my father - lucky boy/man to have had such a life)

      ...and you kind of inspired me to write a children's poem - well epigramman style - called the Bee files!

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      miss_jkim 7 years ago

      Thank you, she is indeed all of these and more.

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      green tea-cher 7 years ago

      This is absolutely beautiful miss_jkim! I picture your daughter to be both strong and protective, but also maternal,nurturing and resilient. What a beautiful tribute to her.