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Grandmother Lyric Poems | Lyric Poems About Grandmother

These Grandmother Lyric poems are examples of Lyric poems about Grandmother. These are the best examples of Grandmother Lyric poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Lyric |

Heaven Gained an Angel When I Lost You

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

I remember as a child you were always there
Just a phone call away
Is what you used to say
Your voice was always so calming to me
I wish I could hear it now
As my heart is breaking
& 

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

I remember when I would hear you were
Coming I would count the days
And then on the day you arrived 
I would ditch dad to go be with you
I was a daddy’s girl yes 
But I was more of a
Grandma’s girl for sure
&

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

You knew how to lift me up
When my spirits were down
So many times you gave me 
A shoulder to cry on
You could make me smile even 
When all I could find was a frown
&

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

So many times in life when I have been
At a crossroad and didn’t know 
What way to go
All I had to do is think to myself
What would Grandma say?
And I always knew 
What to do
&

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

I am going to miss the wisecracks 
You telling me what to do
I am going to miss 
Your wisdom you so readily shared with me
I will always miss the talks we had 
Most of all I will always miss 
You
& 

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

So many times you made me laugh
When I felt like I was going to cry
You were the mom I never really had
A Grandma and a
Friend
I really wish time
could stop for just a few
Give me a chance to really say
Good Bye to you
& 

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

I know you are
watching down on me
I know your love will always be there
I even know you will always be a part of me
However right now 
In this moment my heart is still broken
It feels as though
someone punched me in the gut
I can’t even catch my breath
I know it will take time
And it has only been a few days
&

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You

I know my life will go on
I know you would want it that way
However it will never be the same
I don’t know if I will ever get used to 
Not being able to just pick up the phone
Whenever I think of you
Or need someone to talk to 
I have a long road ahead of me 
I wish you were here to walk with me
But I know you will be watching over me 
So here is to you
All the love we shared 
And all the love we will share 
Until we meet again 
Grandma I love you
&

Heaven Gained an Angel
When I Lost You


Details | Lyric |

A MOTHER'S LOVE

A mother's love is so strong it has to come from above, for it takes a special 
Heart to do what she can do.

A mother's love is so deep when she cries out the whole world should weep.

A mother can go through so much pain and still remain sain.

A mother can bear children come home from the hospital, cook, wash, take 
Care of her child, kiss her husband and still wear a smile.

A mother has compassion and feeling that are so strong she can even tell 
When something is wrong.

A mother is a single mother who is struggling to carry both roles, we give 
You a "shout" out because that's a heavy load.

A mother is a grandmother who is still moving strong, she continues to love, 
Nurture, and care for the young.

A mother is so many special things that god created wrapped up into one.

So " remember" to show her love all the time, and tell her what a fine job she 
Has done!


Happy mother's day to all the mother's out there and may god continue to 
Bless you all!


Details | Light Poetry |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Lyric |

Nature's Sigh

The Black butterfly waves away her adorations
All she seeks is seclusion, subsuming slave to mortification
The Dear Air is all she can breath, captive of imaginary dreams
The Beacon resonates, but the hope isolates
The Wasteland's silky fingers caressing the virgin's face

So she is now, the covet of the damned
Programmed to every victim's pain
Carrying the weight of every sorrow
Drowning in wrongs she does not know
But paradise is at loss; she must go

Nature sighs after the bite
All my hopes fading
Don't look at me with those sorrowful eyes
How do you know exactly what I'm feeling?
I'm just the ghost flower passing by
And you can hear nature's sigh


Details | I do not know? |

Blue Rose

The Blue Rose
secretly grows
upon a Hill of Heathers
where?
seldom do know

Songs speak of its
existence
but few have lived to see
its rich blood blue petals
smells of sweet ginger and honey

The legend has it
the blue rose can cure
a thousand different ailments
although, I am not
sure

My Grandmother told me
if you eat three petals
before you sleep
the disease which
infects, out of you
it will seep

Not many have heard
the powers of the 
blue rose
for it secretly grows
where seldom
do know


Details | Lyric |

WHAT I IMAGINE

What I imagine is beyond my years, 
An equilent  stare 
And an equilent ear.
 A sombre mind 
Is what one ought to have, but I foresee 
What plays in my head 
Is a movie 
Of such great distress, 
I see a young girl, 
A good girl, 
And the other side 
Of the mirror 
Is a different 
Sort of girl. 
More like the one before 
In the image the mirror gives off. 
If one would say the mirror lies, 
Then that one would realise
The only thing that stands between these two girls is the thin membrane called glass.
Yet with the absence of such, they are merged into one. And when they come out to play
A tiny piece of each stands out like the small glow of the paraffin lamp my grandmother used to forbid us to use 
Their memories of each other 
Are like the memories 
Of one individual person, 
Yet seeing them 
Side by side 
Would greatly outline 
Their stalk differences
But in world of fear
You can only love one
And their tears are the only thing that mimics their distress.
 


Details | Lyric |

In Memory

She lay upon her bed of pain;
The chrysalis grew dull and gray;
The colors which we knew as her
Were fading fast, so fast, away;
But, underneath the fragile clay,
We saw new colors burning through
Of soul triumphant in its flight
Approaching Glory's avenue.
It seemed we heart her spirit groan,
Her frail flesh tremble 'neath the weight
Of wings fast-pulsing with new life
And yearning for the Infinite.

She's free! Her dewy wings soft-dried
By hovering angel's gentle breath
Have lifted once, now twice they stir
And find the air: can this be death?


Details | Lyric |

Another Saints gone home

We just got the news today
she will soon be going away
the doctors done all that they can do
but it's not over for her
she's just going home
she's faught her fight 
Her battles now are through

another saints gone home Hallelujah
another child of God reaches Her heavenly home
another saints gone home Hallelujah
Praise the Lord 
for now at last her victory is won

When the time has come for me to go away
I want my friends and family to see
that its not time to mourn
but to celebrate 
this life I've lived
 I pray they all may sing

another saints gone on hallelujah
another child of God reaches the Heavenly gates
another saints gone home hallelujah
Praise the Lord
Some day we'll see her in the heavely home.

By Treasa Jarvis 
Dedicated to the memory of my grandmother Beulah Campbell who was a great 
inspiration to me..


Details | Lyric |

Old Wise-Tales

Somedays I think back to my 
Grandmother, my mother,
My daddy and all the things 
I so many times heard them say.

I can recall them as tho I heard them
Again on yestersday.
They were always telling us children
Things to do to help us become
Matured adults.

They tried to keep us healthier
So we would live as long as we should
I remember so often
My grandmother saying
Keep heat in your body
And don't get chilled.
Put something around your neck
And something on your head.

I remember daddy warming our shoes
In frount of the big gas heater
As we got ready for school.

He knew our feet would get cold on the bus
For there wasn't heat to accommodate us back then
And the warmth would remain in our shoes
As least part of the way to the school.
 
Mother would always correct us
For she was that kind
Daddy would tell her 
Keep those girls in line.

We had meals together
That was the house rule
You ate at the table
Like your were suppose to do.

You didn't back talk
And carry a rude nature
Or you had a sore spot
Right where mother placed it.

Oh if only I could go back then
And just enjoy the whole thing 
All over again.

Tho tempting it would be
I wouldn't want to stay there 
For I have to tell these wise-tales
To my son's children.
They will have to know them
So they can tell them 
To their children's children.


Details | Lyric |

Impression From Grandmother 3x Esther Louise Arbuthnot's Photograph 1876

    TEARS OF AN IRISH GIRL
        ( Impression From Grandmother 3x Esther Louise Arbuthnot's Photograph 1876)
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound
of a time that's long forgotten though it seems to hang around
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone
       and I can feel you when you cry.
       So far from home, you wonder why,
       and it makes me want to die.

All the way from County Down there was a dream you had to find
you were long ago and far away, but always on my mind,
in your photograph your eyes are reaching out perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you but I never really see,
       what makes you think you have to cry?
       You must have known I'd wonder why,
       it still makes me want to die.

Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, and I see it in your eyes
love is gone before you know it, and it's then I realize,
       it's made you think you have to cry.
       And through it all, not wonder why,
       it still makes me want to die.
©  ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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