Oh little one, how soon you'll be
In turbulence of puberty.
I will hold tight your days of youth
And share with you my honest truth
That innocence ingrained at birth,
Precious childhood days filled with mirth,
Will be so fleeting... you will see
The need for God's tranquility.
How grandma's age is redefined
When your teen years become aligned
With thoughts of struggles I go through,
The many shades in every hue,
That colors life for me today.
In these sweet days I watch you play
As I instill the grains of hope,
An inner strength to help you cope
With all the changes life will bring.
The ups and downs from early spring
Throughout your life in winter years
When you, like me, through joys and tears
Have lived a life you feel has worth;
Have given back to better earth.
When you have children of your own
And you too, see how they have grown,
My hope is that you let them know
That through their life where e'er they go
They carry with them bits of me,
Please share with them, tranquility.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Poem of the Day May 11, 2017
The teenage years and the golden years are
the most difficult to endure. Both are fraught
with emotions...of facing life...of facing death.
The metaphors in this poem are meant to teach:
"that if you seek tranquil moments, that
connection with God, life is much easier to
live. The tranquility of becoming close to
divine spirit will help...will heal...will bring a
peaceful calm to abate chaos. That love is the
antithesis of selfishness, and we must all strive
to give back a gift of value to Mother Earth."
A very Happy Mother's Day to all.
March 26th in the UK and May 14th in North and most of South America, India and more.
Click on the link to see Mother's Day around the world.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017
I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair
She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke
The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm
Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said
As she once again started to dissipate
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”
As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face
Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”
Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true
I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways
The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight
Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble
From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me
I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth
I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way
I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain
She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”
“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”
With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”
As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”
“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”
One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”
When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2011
Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six
Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan
Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day
Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding
Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy
A-L Andresen :) - A true story -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012
Terror seizes you, and it isn't kind.
You try to go somewhere peaceful in your mind.
But the pain rips you right back to here and now.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of even saying "ow."
You try to be strong, but he tears from you, a scream.
Oh God, please let this be a terrible, terrible dream.
I thought he was supposed to be a friend of mine?
As the tears grow down my face like vine.
He tells me I wanted it, even though I screamed no.
He says my attitude and outfit told him so.
In the same breath, he threatens me never to tell.
If they ask why the tears, you better say you fell.
As I got out of the car he pulled me to him and hugged me tight.
He kissed my forehead and said Don't worry you'll be all right.
Just remember, if you open your mouth, no one will believe a dirty whore.
Now go inside before I take you for another ride and give you some more.
Into the house and straight into the shower.
I was in there for what felt like hours and hours.
My grandmother knew right from the start.
Please don't tell, it would break Daddy's heart.
Please, Grandma he's not worth Daddy going to jail.
For my sake and his, you can never, ever tell.
She kept her promise and never uttered a word.
At night, she told me, my cries she heard.
For six weeks I kept my secret and told not another soul.
For six weeks I sunk deeper and deeper into a hole.
Not until I heard that he raped a fourteen year old girl.
Knowing I could have prevented it, shattered my world.
I finally told my horror story to the cops and to my Dad.
I don't think I'd ever seen him so violently mad.
Mike was arrested, but in jail he would not stay.
He lived around the corner and we had to move away.
He got probation, but not for me, his word against mine.
I was sixteen, of legal age to consent, so for me he'd get no time.
His punishment, probation for only a couple of years.
Me and his other victim were left with our fears.
Would he find us and take revenge for what he said was a lie?
Would my father hunt him down, and go to prison for a rapist to die?
He got away, pretty much scot-free for his deplorable crime.
His victims were the ones who were serving the time.
This IS a true story, my story, but not my story alone. After 8 years and raping several
other women Mike was sentenced to 35 years in prison. As he pleaded his innocence, we were
all in some way vindicated. He never did a day for brutally raping me, NOT ONE DAMN DAY.
But he's doing plenty now. I hope he gets ALL that he deserves.
Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009
So many trials seem to be filled up with so much fear
So many ask, “Oh Dear Lord, what am I doing here”?
So many questions that I have come to know
If we just plant a seed, with water it will grow
I have a natural green thumb that now is wasting away
Along with a mind that does love to go out and play
Times I still ask, “How did this all came to be”
What was it that my wife was able to see in me?
She says that my heart was the most beautiful around
It still blows me away, for I clearly remember the sound
Her voice was so soft, her tone was so sweet
I was nothing less than pure evil upon two feet
Had been years since anything had took me by surprise
Ice cold is what the rest of the world had seen in my eyes
I looked at her smiled and laughed in my cold convict way
She smiled and said, “Why you want to be mean anyway”
I told her, “I reckon we are all born to just what we are”
She said, “So why are you a dope cook instead of a star”
That question stopped me right there dead in my tracks
I thought, “This girl is a looker but God she is whacked”
Last night her and I sat out underneath the moon
Two very blessed souls swinging in our sliver spoon
Just a little swing we built together out in our back yard
Place to just sit back and rest after a day long and hard
I once again ask her, how in the world could you ever know?
“My Grandmother was preacher, I could see her in you soul”
Which led me to speak out my truth for I learned to not lie
"My grandmother was also in yours, answering the entire “Why”
Grandmothers we respected and held above all others
Brought each of us together in the land born of lovers
Two Grandmother Spirits full of pure heavenly delight
Led their grandchildren into the valley born of the light
Now here we sit holding each other, each other high above
Because we share in the blessing of our Grandmothers love
Toni and I had lost our Grandmothers before we had ever met
though I knew of hers because she was a very powerful lady
and a down home speak in tongues Pentecostal Preacher that
had great respect up in these parts. After all these years we
confided in each other that we could see our grandmothers in
each others eyes. Thank you and God Bless, MJ
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.
It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.
It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.
Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.
Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.
They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.
Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.
Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013
Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,
except the Germany of my ancestry was fought over and broken
so I’m a bit of France, Germany, Poland, Hungary all the Holy
Roman empire, dissolved down, fought over, egotized, horrified
and remade Into some new state where English is as common as German.
We share a love of flowers in the face of cold and rain, I drink less beer
and wine, meet up somewhere, anywhere around the world on a beach.
From my parents and grandparents, I know to serve up too much food
seven sweets, seven sours and drink and whirl the night away to a band.
Hardworking sorts, unafraid of a little dirt, loving dirt, the turnover
and young sprout brought to fruit, wearing overalls and then washing up.
To sit before a pressed linen table cloth, served up on the finest china,
the cha in my father’s name, the uff da, and other exclamations.
The morning rosaries, the blessed churches where we give thanks for all good
and the setting aside of pride while we work together to make our food.
Sure there are aprons for cooking. Shorts for summertime. A dive into any pool.
What do I know of being German, not much, it's just somewhere in my roots.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013
Our team, Pat and Mike, pulled the wagon over rough ground.
When the iron wheel rolled over a stone, we bounced around.
On the way to Grandma’s house, our hearts would sing with joy.
A happy day loomed ahead, filled with freedom from daily toil.
Aunts, uncles and cousins filled up Grandma’s kitchen,
food for our bellies, playful lambs, and baby kittens.
Peals of laughter among parents visiting with each other,
far too busy to watch everything we could discover.
A small house bursting with love and uncommon harmony.
Sweet memories of where we learned the value of family.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
To Mom Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
At birth the cord was severed, though our hearts stayed connected,
I’ve seen more beauty in your heart the more I have reflected.
You quilted a Peter Rabbit blanket to keep me warm after birth,
swaddled me with adoration, for I gave you much self worth.
Toddler days came, and Kindergarten days were swiftly gone,
remember the first time I sang my abc’s? It was always my favorite song!
About the time I was in fifth grade you taught me to be a young lady,
for I am your fourth child and will always be your sweet baby.
By the time I was a teen you had taught me my good manners,
the older I became you had faith in me that I’d keep good standards.
Off to college I flew and you allowed me to spread my wings,
I never forgot how you taught me to sway on the playground swings.
You sent me off to be married with a twinkled tear in your eye,
the hardest thing you had to do, was to your daughter, say goodbye.
During my mid-twenties I welcomed a baby girl just like you had before,
I learned how to be a good mother from you, all the love I had in store.
So today here you are, a wonderful gramma to your grandchildren,
just like you were with all of your wonderful grown-up children.
Your warmth and tenderness have become my greatest qualities,
I can only pray my daughter too, will grow up to follow me.
I thank the Lord for your wisdom and faith in my decisions,
may I keep being the woman I am learning from your precision.
Your footsteps I have ensued will always be my greatest treasure,
thank you for filling up my cup and showing me life’s pleasures.
Date Written: April 23, 2016
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
Little Red Riding Hood was dressed in red leather
Went out on her motorbike whatever the weather
Every week she drove to see her sick grandma
She lived in the next village; it wasn’t that far
Little Red would fill her pannier full of tasty treats
To tempt her grandma when she wanted food to eat
One day Little Red arrived to find the cottage door ajar
There was no sign of grandma; she can’t have gone far
Little Red hunted high and she hunted low
Wherever would her beloved grandma go?
Grandma was eventually located in the local pub
Hunger had overtaken her and she needed some grub
Little Red was taking grandma home on the back of her motorbike
Grandma wasn’t wearing a helmet, she thought them unladylike
Next thing they knew a police siren was heard
Little Red got pulled over, would a fine be incurred?
Little Red took off her helmet and used her womanly whiles
Soon the young policeman was full of smiles
On hearing the story that grandma had been so ill
He tore up the ticket – Little Red didn’t get a bill
Grandma eased herself off the bike and got into his car
He understood the situation and grandma’s house wasn’t far
The policeman was now off duty and he came in for tea
He found Little Red and grandma such charming company
Next time Little Red visited grandma he was waiting at the door
Now Little Red is blissfully happy ...in the strong arms of the law!
Contest: Once Upon a Time
Number 3 - Little Red Riding Hood
Sponsor Laura Loo
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
It was at Christmas time that she invited me to her home
This wonderful Northwest lady that I feel I’ve always known
Her coffee pot was brewing as I entered her living room
To find her tree adorned with an angel who had died too soon
Little Joycie was but a child when God called her back to him
As we shared a cup, tales of our past and future were woven
A grandmother with a gift for words reached out and touched my heart
I brought a hand-made Christmas stocking, hoping joy to impart
A special connection I made with this talented poet
To be able to call her a friend, I am blessed and I know it
Written by Carolyn Devonshire and Dedicated to Super Souper Joyce Johnson
For Michael's "First words over coffee" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
Before my mother.
Plays with water gun,
Before the plants suffer.
Start worshiping God,
Without thinking anything odd.
Then sit in the sunshine,
With her friends for sometime.
Having breakfast having lunch,
And give us a milk punch.
Then sleep for few hours,
And worshiping God again with flowers.
And watches T.V till dinner,
With my mother and sister.
And sleep at nine,
By thinking the time is fine,
At the age of Eighty Nine.
Copyright © pranay devnath | Year Posted 2015
By Their Grandmother
England to me greatest place on earth
Where they have a royal, beautiful birth
With so many smiles appearing everywhere
While baby was being handled with care.
Car seat was even put in proper place
And correct direction baby will now face
As off to immaculate palace we all go
Where wife always keeps husband in tow.
They looked at crowd from a tall deck
And you could actually see a hen peck
But being everyone was so far away
Peck only privately was on display.
Each one was saved and in closet stored
And each time when they became bored
Princess to all did appear to be mean
By bringing out pecks so they could be seen.
Prince and princess filled each ear with cotton
And won't hear child who was spoiled rotten
Make sure on best behaviour will be another
So child can be seen by their grandmother.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
Time has turned her hair into gray
Hardships of life her wrinkles do say.
Hands that cooked for hundreds are frail
Feet that seldom rested now ail.
Age has deprived her sharp eyesight
Recurring seasons have altered her plight.
Yet she continues to mature and blossom
That’s why we rely on her words of wisdom.
Senility has languished her body and face
But granny has aged with admirable grace.
Copyright © Renuka Krishnaraja | Year Posted 2015
Nearby my friend the river flows
Today, for me, in sorrow…slows
She looks to see my empty chair
For I no longer will be there.
Tears roll down the river's face
As this was such a happy place
So many came to stay a while
Always leaving with a smile
The clearest pictures in her waters
Show reflections of my daughters
As children of their children followed
More and more of life I borrowed
Eighteen hearts which came from mine
I hope forever intertwine
For I am now the river breeze
To carry our joint memories
Peaceful in my last repose
I wonder where the river goes?
The river and her constancy
Will now remind you all of me.
Copyright © Sarah Heath | Year Posted 2016
Don't tell me to visit,
When you refuse to let me in.
Don't preach your religion,
When you've done nothing but sin.
Don't show me your tears,
When you refuse to wipe mine.
Don't load me with guilt,
Saying "It's been a long time"
Don't tell me you love me,
Then shut me out of your life.
Don't bother wasting anymore of your time,
I'm done handing you the knife.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2013
Grandmother Willow’s wisdom passes through her leaves,
If you sit and rest beneath her bows, her wisdom you’ll receive!
~For the "Give Wisdom It's Beauty" contest~
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2010
I SAW AN OLD MOTHER WITH SILVERY HAIR
SHE SEEMED SO NEGLECTED BY THOSE WHO SHOULD CARE,
HER HANDS WERE ALL CALLOUSED AND WRINKLED AND OLD
A LIFE OF HARD WORK, WERE THE STORY THEY TOLD,
AND I THOUGHT OF AN ANGEL, AS I SAW HER SIT THERE
ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
BLESS HER OLD HEART-DO YOU THINK SHE'D COMPLAIN
THAT HER LIFE HAD BEEN BITTER,SHE WOULD LIVE IT AGAIN
AND CARRY THE CROSS THAT'S MORE THAN HER SHARE
ROCKING ALONE IN AN OLD ROCKING CHAIR
IT WOULDN'T TAKE MUCH TO GLADDEN HER HEART
JUST SOME REMEMBRANCE ON SOMEBODY'S PART
A LITTLE WOULD BRIGHTEN HER EMPTY LIFE THERE
JUST ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
I KNOW SOME YOUNGSTER IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME
WOULD THANK THEIR OWN HEAVEN IF SHE WERE THEIR OWN
THEY NEVER WOULD BE WILLING TO LET HER SIT THERE
JUST ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
I LOOKED AT HER- AND I THOUGHT - " WHAT A SHAME"
THE LOVED ONES THAT FORGOT HER, SHE LOVES JUST THE SAME
AND I THINK OF AN ANGEL AS I SEE HER SIT THERE
ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
Written By My Grandmother Mamie Rachel Sterling/Sinner/Earl 1950
Copyright © Pat Dickey | Year Posted 2009
(To my Dearest Grandma- April 9 2010)
If we only had a chance to be together
We can get along like there’s no other
Wish we have abundant time to play
So many stories that I have to say
Missing the old days when we lie on the floor
Sat on the couch while we looked at the door
The spray of your perfume reminds me of caress
Comforted me with warmth and relieved my stress
We made houses of sands when we’re at the shore
Can get another day to spend those times even more
I’m longing for your smile and your sweet voice
Remember we sang together though we made a noise
You took me home while I got tears on my eyes
Wiped my pain and gave me a surprise
We could return and live our best days
So I could get a chance to hold your face
Wherever you are, I hope you’ll wait for me
There in heaven, we’re endless and free
Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015
A million memories fall like crystal raindrops on a summer day
as I make my way along the winding road above the Fundy Bay,
where you wait for me beyond the gate where wild flowers grow.
In an open field as old as time where gentle ocean breezes blow,
once again I am a child resting in the arms of your sweet embrace.
As you erase my tears with your gentle loving kisses on my face,
and the torment and the anguish that have troubled me so long
are finally put to rest in this rightful place that knows no wrong.
For it is now with 3 score beneath my wayward feet I come to realize
that all the roads I travel still lead me to this place my heart resides;
and as I lay the lilacs that you loved while on earth upon your grave,
I bow before you now and thank you for the everlasting love you gave.
In Loving memory of my precious Grandmother ‘Cecelia Evans’
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2007
Loyal to her husband, church and kids
How can I start to explain all that she did?
I speak these words because they are true
Grandma never did less than she could possibly do
Just like our body is but a shell for our bones
A house is just a building it was grandma made it home
My life started with a terrible fate
Thanks to my grandmother my childhood was great
These days I can't help but look back through the years
As I do I can't help but shed an ocean of tears
Because all I was taught I cast aside
See addiction took me for a hell of a ride
But through all of the heartache and all of the tears
All of the miles and all of the years
I remember brushing her hair and rolling it into a bun
How she played the big bad wolf because I thought it was fun
Helping roll her quilts or thread her needle
Work her fingers to the bone until she was feeble
How she stood by me through thick or thin
As I disappointed her again and again
How she always bragged that I was so smart
And never let me doubt I was all of her heart
Through all of the bad and evil I've done
I remembered what she taught me and turned to Gods son
In prison I did the strangest thing one day
Through the love of my grandmother I knelt and I prayed
The things that she taught me have all turned out to be true
Jesus was born to forgive us for all that we do
I have no doubt up in heaven she is bragging on me
Saying, “Just look at the man my boy turned out to be”
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
My grandma is the most wonderful person in the universe.
May 30th, 1924 is when this graceful woman entered earth.
She battled through hardships and cried with joy
had one beautiful daughter and two healthy boys
She raised them able and taught them loyalty.
Disciplined them strictly yet treated them as royalty.
And if a husband and three kids were never enough,
she took on two more when mom and Fots had it rough.
I was very young when I met this elegant lady.
No teeth in my mouth, I was just a newborn baby.
The aroma of home-cooked dumplings with chicken
fills every memory we were ever close to the kitchen.
Board games free hugs and endless pumpkin pies
are just the perks of a simple visit; even when surprised!
Eyes in the back of her head and a quick slap of my hand
each time I proportionally thought I had a leg to stand.
Depression, World War II, Korea, Vietnam
all long before my first experience as a man.
Thank you for teaching me how to treat a woman right
and appreciate each moment no matter what the fight.
You continue to impress me with your positive way,
of course you’d be walking into 93 this birthday!
I love you Grandma – Happy Birthday!!!! xoxoxoxox
Copyright © Lukas Ficklin | Year Posted 2017
The death of Grandma brought great pain.
There is no sunshine, only rain.
This grave lament can make one frail.
Because she died, we weep and wail.
She was an expert at life’s game.
When folks were sad, she always came.
There was no sweeter soul than she.
Real genuine and not phony –
Two branches, one family tree.
Just like best friends, we used to be.
She seemed to know my very heart.
She earned my trust right from life’s start.
A gentle force she did remain.
Without her, life won’t be the same.
She lived Her days with great virtue.
Seems like the good ones say adieu?
Fond recollections, we must find,
Relief for loved ones left behind.
Within each heart her honor lives.
Her memory sweet comfort gives.
© August 13, 2010
SADLY, I MISSED THE ELEGY CONTEST!
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
One winter night in year of ninety-seven,
God granted me a special gift from heaven.
To this day, I can think of nothing grander,
than the moment that I learned I was a nana.
Baby crosses her left leg over the other.
I am brimming with delight at this, Oh brother.
Car seats, blankets, tubs, clothes and array,
that day really took a chunk out my pay.
Just when I thought that mom and dad were through,
here comes the little boy, baby, blue.
More love to give and more love to receive.
Being nana is a milestone to achieve.
The “nana thing” grows to a lifelong calling,
a task of love, occasionally befalling
Museum trips, movies and the zoo,
I think back on things we liked to do.
And now I see, how fast the years did fly,
for two young people whose heads are held up high.
Quit this job? I know I’d do it never.
Being Nana brought me love forever.
The day that changed my life forever in a POSITIVE way - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Cindi Rockwell
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
Daddy taught me how to listen, to clean my shoes, and how to drive. From him, I learned self-respect, survival skills, and how to be strong.
Mama taught me how to come out from behind the curtain; and in so doing, she taught me courage and how to be real.
Grandma gave me so much love and taught me the value of me. Right or wrong, win or lose, her arms were always open for me.
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Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017