Grandson Poems | Examples of Grandson Poetry

Hands of wisdom Gone on to God’s Kingdom Guidance in understanding Knowing and sustaining Heaven on high The watch from Thy Encouragement that was broad My heart being assured Grandma’s years of living experience Her impact and influence Strength endurance Grandma wise Seeing I to I Times of Discipline Wrong to right Youthful years sometimes resent As an Adult, I understand Her song her own, “Afterwhile” I am enriched to stand and withstand Her...

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I found a bunch of letters Dated 1993, Which were written by my son from camp And forwarded to me. It was his first time staying there, For one month, in a bunk. He was away, with new routines And he was in a funk. His letters said he missed us And was homesick just at night. Aside from that, it seemed that he Was managing...

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Remind me, Lord, how blessed I am! I have no disease, from which to fear. Nor, do I live to be a winning poet! I am just average, and I do know it. A family outstanding, fills my heart with joy. A grandchild, off with honors, to University! A Varsity-lettered, humbled, grown boy! Remind me, Lord, how blessed I am! I outlived a...

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The grandkids are heading to sleepaway camp, Their clothing all labeled and packed, Plus all of the extras they may or not need - Way too much, as a matter of fact. They bring pillows and blankets and flashlights and fans And shin guards and sandals and cleats And towels and bug spray and sunscreen and stamps And shampoo, toothbrush,...

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Emma, Empress of Unicorn Empire, esprit de corps of elementary school, expeditious at exaggerating expression, eagerly extending empathy of enormous embrace, endless enthusiasm, exuberant existence. Deacon, Duke of derring-do, diligently, doggedly daily to delightful displays of dauntless daredevil, destruction, determined gamer, droll demeanor, dearly dedicated to devouring desserts, Dad's double, diplomat of Dreamland....

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Memories tattoo my brain like an artist I miss loved ones passed and the last Time I saw each one is frozen Like icicle tears swelling brown eyes Last time I saw her alive she Was full of joy eating favorite foods Planning her life despite breast cancer Nothing stopped her from dreaming Not even death Final time I...

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Henry found his people And they’re up there on the stage, Where with the audience, they all Can magically engage. We’ve watched him since his day of birth And marveled at his gifts, Delighted at the many ways He’d give our spirits lifts. He’s had to travel many paths In search of where he’d fit And middle school has been the place Where all the fires...

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Cool grandson is unmoved by convention. Place has no value except as it connects to young imagination. My elf ladders are not missing; Spiderman and Robin need a bridge to cross the creek that runs under 'Cool's' bed. There are no buildings there to climb upon. One busy mind fixated on need ingenuity moves forward. He is now outside; I see my garden hose inside arched thru a window. One speedy...

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A long time ago when our first grandson was young - I think around the age five or six - there was a phone call we made to him to say hello and talk with him for kicks. We'd tried to make it short because of his attention span. He’s a kid who later became a not-too chatty young man! I...

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My little grandson, sweet, exuberant, and untainted by unspoken rules that say to keep a social distance, ran up to a lone gentleman seated at the restaurant we left, touched the old man’s knee, and blew a kiss ‘bye. ...

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X-Marks-the-Spot is a tickling game Which is traced upon someone’s bare back. In childhood, we played it and often it caused A goose-bump filled giggling attack. My kids got the treatment when bathtime arrived And my grandson when he was a tot, But it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the chance To engage in some X-Marks-the-Spot. Yet I came upon Henry, eleven...

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Memoir Write My life that was in plight Introduction Circumstance into intervention Surrounding birth My happenings on Earth Death knocked Overcast moment My passing storm Sudden sunrise Heaven’s surprise Blessing to emphasize Living right Sponsored God’s sight ...

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In a quiet town where shadows blend, A boy named Dustin learned to mend, Born to a mother, young and alone, With dreams in her heart, but a heavy stone. No father’s hand to guide his way, But a grandfather’s love would light the day, With wisdom deep as...

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Yellow, a sunny color - bittersweet brightness of life. Wild dandelion its flower, brilliant in grandson’s eyes. Watching the Summer spin, fragile twirling and bend. Pandemic’s Kindergartner plucks bouquet - tenders it to grandma. Isolation had its moments - streets with no cars, chasing a lemon butterfly. “Oh, it flied away.” His skateboard in pause, as our lives were, but in home’s vase, weeds quickly passed away. ...

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Praisin' Kringle, jolly Nick for last minute Christmas smashed-torn gifts. Cause pop-pop suspects dad's stuck again, inside the sooty chimney. ...

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