Top 10 Best Poems About Family for Preschool Children

This afternoon at Grandmother's house

The custard apple greets with open eyes

The grapefruit sways like a ball

The fragrant guava fills the yard

On the trellis, purple bean flowers bloom

The sweet fragrance of sesbania fills the air

Outside, white lilies flourish

Birds sing joyfully on the high branches

Grandmother is like a fairy

I gently stroke his gray beard

Sitting by him, we sing together

“Tùng rinh! Tùng rinh rinh”

-Collected-

Mẹ mua đôi kính

Dùng để đi xa

Mỗi khi trời nắng

Kính là của ba

Mẹ mua đôi dép

Dùng đi trong nhà

Mỗi khi mẹ vắng

Dép là của con

Mẹ mua chiếc bánh

Dùng để làm quà

Mỗi khi em khóc

Bánh là của em

Cả nhà chung vui

Truyền hơi ấm mẹ

Lâu rồi vẫn thế

Mẹ là thần tiên.

-Sưu tầm-

Nowhere is better than my home
With sparrows chirping by the doorstep
With the hen clucking beside the flowerbed
Pecking away after laying eggs

With the banana tree bending gracefully
With Grandpa, the corn stalk with rosy beard
With the pond of water spinach and fish
I am like Cinderella waiting for her prince

With a pond full of fragrant lotus flowers
The frogs sing and crickets recite poetry
No matter how far I go
Nothing compares to the joy of home.

-Collected-

The long road ahead

Is filled with rain

The path is so slippery

Mom, are you home yet?

The evening market has quieted down

Burdened with worries and tasks

The raincoat is thin

Soaked through by the pouring rain

I stretch out my hands

To greet Mom as she comes home through the rain

I poke the fire in the stove

To chase away the gusts of wind

A rushed meal is ready

A bowl of soup made from greens

Waiting for Dad to return

The joy of being together.

-Collected-

"My dad is a soldier

Far away on a distant island

He's never been on leave

But always sends gifts

He sends a thousand memories

A thousand tokens of love

He sends a thousand wishes

A thousand kisses too

He gives me so many gifts

Because he knows I'm good

Because I always help him

Holding my gun steady."

-Collected Works-

At home, I have my mom

She handles so many tasks

Staying up late and waking early

She takes care of everything

Yet, right on time every morning

She wakes me up for school

Reminds me to tidy my hair

Each task is done with care

So I can make it to school on time

My mom gave birth to me

And has worked so hard for me

I love her, and silently vow

To be obedient and successful.

Author: Trần Quang Vịnh

Sweet treats and delicious food

Are all reserved for her child

The bitterness, only she feels

The weariness, only she knows

She worries, standing and sitting

Whenever her child is sick

She is like the morning sun

Gently kissing her child's sleep

She is the warm fire in the kitchen

Heating her child through the cold

She is the cool breeze

Chasing away the summer heat.

-Collected Works-

Today is Sunday

We get to rest at home

I help my parents

I gather vegetables and sweep the floor.

I neatly fold the clothes

I calm my little sibling and play with them

My parents are happy and smile

They praise me for being so good.

-Collected from various sources-

Grandfather has a leg injury

It's swollen and painful

He has to use a cane to walk

Hobbling and limping along

Stepping onto the porch

It's hard to lift his foot

Seeing his face contorted in pain

Vietnam is playing outside

The child runs over quickly

Gently and eagerly helping

Grandfather holds onto the child's shoulder

The child helps him step up

Grandfather steps onto the porch

Feeling joyful inside

He tosses the cane aside

Forgets the pain

Hugs the child and pats his head

Cheers for the little boy

Even though small, he is strong

Because he cares for his grandfather.

- Tú Mỡ -

Visiting Grandma's house
She is away
There are chickens
Playing in the sun
The child stands and watches
The little chicks
Then calls out loud
Cluck, cluck, cluck

They scurry about
Running fast
Gathering in a circle
Chirping 'chirp chirp'
The chickens busily
Pick up golden grain
The child gently
Herds them into the shade.