Best Grandchild Poems

The Mother Tree

I am the mother tree that spawned the seeds of you.
My children, you've grown and branched away from me.
You've married, left home to...

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I look and ponder, watch you grow in haste
Explore with wonder, new experience taste
No fear encountered as you learn the ropes 
Your sails adjusting, full...

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Through the years they worked their spells
     From drawers and cupboards, taking things
       That through...

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The chair is her home, her universe now
It is all that her many years will allow
Helena’s elegant beauty once shone
Now her mind wanders a world...

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*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi grandpa, it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass above the nightstand
Remember the tears grandma sang before she pass?
The...

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Before I die, I want my grandchildren to know these things.
Believe in yourself and be your own best friend.
No one else can keep your secrets...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop   ...

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I lived my best in season of the sun,
those yellow, mellow days when cares are flung
to June’s warm breeze, and childhood is begun,
a field to...

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I once had knew a man 
Who became older than a dead man 
A tired soul, he was.
Looked like he'd never seen a bed 

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Brody

I bought two new books for you today my sweet boy.
The Wizard of Oz and the Jungle book should bring joy.

I'm very proud of how...

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Man loves friends
Babies have toys as friends
Children have peer groups as friends
Young men like making friends
Friends can become spouses
Entrepreneurs have ambitions and dreams 
as friends
Stars...

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“Good-bye my daughter dear,” she said
As tears welled up in her eyes
“It’s time for me to go to sleep
This must be no surprise
The good Lord...

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Those happy, golden years, the children growing up...
   great days of joy, some tears, sweet nectar in our cup.
So blessed the three of...

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Footsteps on stairs,
little feet pounding, running,
child faces peeking round the kitchen door,
expectancy alive, dancing in their eyes.
They know that love is always here
waiting just for...

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The mute old drunk had gotten lucky the day before - a stranger had taken pity on him at the bridge, (under which he and...

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