Beach Grandmother Poems | Beach Poems About Grandmother
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Dreaming of Beaches:
and days by the Sea.
Dreaming of Grandma,
playing with me.
We played by the ocean,
and buried our feet in the sand!
We ran from the tides;
and those memories are Grand.
We searched for buried treasure;
and what did we find?
The greatest treasure of all;
was spending the time.
As the tides were down;
What did we see?
The grand Starfish, and Sea Anemone!
We found sunken ships and tried to catch crabs.
We threw rocks in the Ocean, and strolled hand in hand.
We played until sunset;
watching the sun melt into the Sea
All along laughing, my grandma and me.
Finally in darkness we headed home;
Counting the stars, down the boardwalk we'd roam.
The lights on the ships are so pretty to see.
Thank you grandma,
for sharing them with me.
written in 2004
Copyright © Danielle Fenske | Year Posted 2015
To the lake to the lake,
Fish to fry clams to bake.
This has been grandmother's cry
Now on birthdays she brings rye,
If just once she'd bring a cake.
Copyright © Richard Breese | Year Posted 2015
There is a place i go that is deep in my heart and soul
remembrance of my incredible childhood fills my mind.
Building sand castles on the beach and watching the Victorious Ocean
crash high above the rocks. Roasting marshmallows and making smores in
my grandmothers back yard the sweet scent of woodsmoke and chocolate
fills the air. My soul begins to dance as I hear the Bluejays and bluebirds singing
there morning song waking up the earth. They also have remarkable wings and amazing
eyes when the sun hits them there eyes turn vibrant hazel green. Walkingon the beach
feeling the warm sand between my toes it warms my heart. My Grandmother's soul
will forever soar with the bluejays and bluebirds singing there morning song waking up the
earth. In memory of My Grandmother Marjorie Roberts May God Rest her soul!
By Julie Rene leek
Copyright © Julie Leek | Year Posted 2009
Get up in the wee hours
Take quick showers
Run to the kitchen
Chores I want to quicken
First of all make bed tea for all
Then give a wake up call
Now I rush to make nutrtive breakfast
For about fifteen miniutes it does last
Now left all to myself to finish the work
Which all but try to shirk
I rest a while watch t.v or a magazine
Sometimes I look for new recipe for their heart to win
Kids come in first of all for lunch
They are famished want something to munch
Then at tea time I make new new snacks
Kids love them I can hear their smacks
Then for dinner that I make light
As after this all go to bed outright
Now I'm exausted and spent
Somedays straight to bed we went
Usually we go to bed straight
Each looks for their mate.
Copyright © bawa talwar | Year Posted 2017