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Christian Grandmother Poems | Christian Poems About Grandmother

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Details | Free verse |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |


You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |


some or side
set on head at the side
she ware them all
at all her calls
to teach and preach
she walk like a cat
move like a rat
in HER

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |


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.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |


I am God's child, first and forever I am known by many different titles, a daughter I am a wife I am a mother I am a grandmother I am a poet I am by several ways, known as a sister I am an acquaintance I am a loyal friend I am a stranger I am a cousin I am an Auntie I am a niece But who is this person, they all call "Denise?" She is a child to God She is a niece She is a cousin She is a stranger She is a loyal friend She is an acquaintance She is known to many, a sister She is a poet She is a grandmother She is a mother She is a wife She is known as a daughter to many She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be.... She is happier than she ever imagined possible SHE IS "DENISE"

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.

Copyright © Nya Johnson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

For An Abused Child

If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...

I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music

And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...

Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage

I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...

And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums

... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes

I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks

I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...

I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You

Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew

So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured

Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"

* * * * * * *

But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had 
A Loving Mom & Dad

And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad

            Written & Copyrighted ©:  9/12/2013 
             by:  MoonBee Canady

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Her visions of Heaven's lands,
Spectacles of repose so grand,
Summer floral perfumes,
Velvet pastures for rooms,
Eternal light so divine,
Ambrosia, sweeter than wine,
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Gnarled, old but natural,
Her songs, hymns so musical,
Her life well spent, faithful,
I reminisce on Grandma's hands,
Her dreams came true, that's grand,
Souls in repose, in Summerland,
Her visions of Heaven's lands,
Yes, I recall our Grandma's hands.

Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

We Went to Grandma's House

We went to Grandma’s house the other day! And brought some gifts along the way! We enjoyed our time and our wonderful visit We’re glad we had time with her! We wouldn’t miss it! We took her out and did some shopping in town… There were some good buys waiting to be found! We had a chance to have dinner with her too! This was an opportunity we wanted to do! We had a chance to talk about the days of past. Our memories of her, is something that will last! We enjoyed our time with grandma! Yes we did! She always has something worthwhile to give! We thank the Lord for a special grandma like this! Our times together have been happy and bliss! Please take good care of her Lord, is our prayer! Keep her in your tender mercy and care! We look forward to the next time we spend together! She’ll always be our grandma! Today and forever! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |

Mother Marys motherhood

The Church cannot forget her mission
Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mother Mary
Who conceived and bore a Son
Who is God from Eternal God
True Eternal God from True Eternal God

Mother Mary is truly the Mother of Lord Eternal God
Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood
Bestowed by Eternal God on every man raised to its highest level
Thus, Mother Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Mama Eve
The mother of believers, the mother of the living

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Grandma's Becoming A Republican

Grandma’s Becoming A Republican!

There was something that I was able to hear…
Grandma is going to be a Republican this year!

I remember her talking of the great depression.
Many years that created a lot of tension!

I remember her talking of days gone past.
Wondering how much longer
 our country would last.

I remember her talking of doing many things.
And has experienced 
what life daily brings!

Because of how things have
 been so dramatic.
She decided long ago to be democratic!

Beyond all of the politics and chatter…
She loves God!  And that’s what matters!

We love her dearly!  And it’s been decided…
Everything she needs…  
God has provided!

We congratulate you grandma with your choice!
We say “we love you!” 
With one heart and voice!

Our prayers are with the choice grandma’s givin!!
May God bless her! Each day she’s livin’!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

May we worship mother Mary

Only Eternal God
We can admire Mother Mary
Pray to her

Best intercessor to Eternal God the Son
Eternal God the Son is Father Christ
Eternal God the Father is in Father Christ
He’s sending Eternal Holy Spirit

Worship mean humble
Unconditional acknowledgement 
Absolute superiority of Eternal God
Over all creatures

Mother Mary is a creature like us
In faith she is our mother
We should call her “Mother Mary”
We should honor our parents


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |


My Grandmother would often sing, “By and By and we will understand after while”
But that was always my Grandmother’s Faith style
Yet my Grandmother would sing that very song in Church, but she herself knew the words and the church did utter a voice when my Grandmother sang that song
By and By
Live being every try
Struggles that sometimes will make you cry
But your eyes up and look high
The answer comes from thy
It’s the growing understanding phase
Through the understanding, you will witness the amaze
Heaven is testing one’s Faith
Having courage to believe
The valley below
Living is about and the accomplishments will be slow
Wisdom in years as one will continue to grow
Understanding with looking for a purpose
Reasoning with analyzing
When one looks back at their youth, understanding becomes the learning process
Living and growing with no time for recess
But I would often ask my Grandmother what did the By and By mean?
She simply sang in explanation, “By and By, you will  understand after while”
If you want to understand, “By and By in continue to learn as you live”
By and By is worth striving
Understanding is worth having
Wisdom that becomes everlasting.


Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |

Against Those Who Discourage mOTHER Marian Devotion

O Sweet Father Christ, do these people have Your spirit?
Do they please You in acting like this?
Does it please You, when for fear of displeasing You,
We neglect doing the greatest to please Your Mother? Who’s our mother as well

Does devotion to Your mother, delay devotion to Yourself?
Does she attribute to herself honor we pay her?
Is she a stranger has no connection to You?
Does it displease You when we try to please her?

Do we alienate ourselves from Your love by giving ourselves to honoring her?
Yet my Sweet Master, 
Greater learned not discourage to Your holy mother 
Even all that I have said were true

Therefore, they’ve been punished for their pride!
Keep me Lord, form their sentiments and practices
Please give me share sentiments of gratitude
Esteem, Respect and Love
You has in regard to Your Holy Mother
The more I imitate her, follow her
The more I may Love and Glorify You

As if up to this point
Still I said nothing in honor of Your holy Mother
 'Give me grace to praise You worthily,' 
In spite of all her enemies, who are Yours as well
Grant me say loudly with the saints 
'Let not that man believe to look for the mercy of Eternal God 
Who offends His holy Mother 

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

Song of Love for My Mother

Mom’s Gentle Hands, Song of Love for My Mom
(sung to the tune of Gentle Hands)
Verse 1

As a little child
with scraped and wounded knee,
I would cry and you would come
and gently tend to me.
And through all my heartache;
my changing teen age years,
you showed such love and kindness,
just by the fact that you were there.


Gentle hands, reaching out to me.
Gentle hands, guiding me so prayerfully.
Though at times I walked down paths
I didn’t always understand,
I’m glad I had the touch of your own gentle hands.

Verse 2

And though years have gone on,
her children all are grown
They’ve married, gone their separate ways,
have children of their own.
She’s become a loving Grandma,
and it’s plain to see
she’s passing to the grandkids
a precious godly legacy.


And though it may be midnight
or one or two or three,
I don’t have to worry
for I have a remedy.
‘Cause she’s there for me.

Gentle Hands(by Geron Davis)

Verse 1

Like a little child,
sometimes it’s hard to see
just which way I need to go
and what is best for me.
But I have a loving Father
who always understands,
and it’s a consolation
to know that I’m in gentle hands.


Gentle hands, holding onto me.
Gentle hands, guiding me so carefully.
Though they lead me down through paths
I don’t always understand,
I will have no fear for I’m in gentle hands.


And in the darkness of my midnight
when it’s hard for me to see,
I don’t have to worry
for I know He’s watching me,
and He’s guiding me.


About 15 years ago, my pastor’s wife told me that they wanted to honor my mom that year on Mother’s Day. She asked me if I could come up with a special song for that day. This is what I wrote, and my two sisters and I sang it together that Sunday morning. It was quite the tear jerker.

Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |

Modern Day Mama

                                                      My toilet was a hole outside
                                       inside of 4x4 rotten wooden box with a door
                                     I was young and old then life filled with drama
                                                        I was a modern-day mama 
                                                       my kitchen has running water
                                                with a hand pump water taste like iron
                                                 I had to crank the handle up and down 
                                                   2 inch roaches racing down the walls
                                                         spiders drinking hot taw taws
                                                            I was a modern-day mama 
                                                         my kitchen has running water 
                                                                dishes made of tin
                                                         wishing I had more of them
                                                   cast iron skillets pots copper pans
                                                          ate raw dandelion greens
                                                    had a wringer washing machine
                                                          I was young and old then
                                                             life filled with drama 
                                                        I was a modern-day mama
                                     my husband worked while I cooked and cleaned
                                           I stayed at home and nurtured the children
                                                       and every day we would pray
                      neither nuclear bombs nor Worldly diseases would hinder our day
                                     I was young and old then life filled with drama
                                                            I was a modern-day mama
                                                               Sunday school we will
                                                             my husband and I would
                                              continue to praise raise head and hands
                                       to the sky and acknowledge God for all he does 
                                              we would share this with our children
                                       and if any child got hurt I'll kiss them always
                                              while mending their pants and skirts 
                                                       I was the modern-day mama

Written by James Edward Lee Sr (c)2014
for/from  University of Nebraska @ Omaha  "Celebrate A collection of Writings about Women"

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017