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 -
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2012
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
My heritage is a mixture
Of backgrounds. Let's start on
My Dad's side of the family.
My Dad's mom is Irish and English.
My Dad's dad is Irish and German.
My Mom's mom is Scottish and Irish.
My Mom's dad is blood Hungarian.
So in other words,
I'm a mutt! or as others say,
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013
Grandmothers and grandfathers how they look,
how can we see that there is a grandmother or a grandfather
When I was a little girl we could see a grandmother and a grandfather
Grandparents used hats, glasses, and walking stick
The skin of their face was weathered and wrinkled
Some had teeth they put in a glass in the evening
Grandmothers always had time for a glass of juice and a hug
She was never impatient, tie shoelaces with pleasure
Always in floral dresses, which smelled like grandma
Grandmothers wont not be at work tomorrow, she has time for an adventure
She does not skip a single word, to be finished soon
It was always sweets in grandmother's hand bag
She never spared, but shared with a beautiful smile
Grandfathers were a bit more restrained,
bit concerned about the day's news in their newspaper
He would like to go for a walk, and he walks with small cautious steps
When he meet someone he knows, he lifts a bit on his hat and nod
He has very little hair on his head, and his head shines in the sun
Grandfathers have a strong hand to hold, I was confident in his hand
He could tell me what all the birds called, he was so wise
Everyone should experience an old-fashioned grandmother and grandfather
one that does not have a television, computer or washing machine
A grandmother and grandfather who always have good time
But it was in the past ..... not today...
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013
The following poem is based on a true story
We were sitting down one evening when the phone began to ring,
“Hello mum,” said Father, “Can I help with anything?”
Grandmother then answered, “There’s a gerbil in my house!”
“Do you really mean a gerbil? Don’t you mean a mouse?”
“I’m certain it’s a gerbil,” My grandmother defended,
“And the fact you think I’d get that wrong makes me feel offended.”
“I’m sorry, but a gerbil? Are you really sure?”
“Yes I am. It must be one of those they’ve got next door.”
“We’re on our way.” Said my Dad and then hung up the phone,
And then within the hour we were at Grandmother’s home.
“Ok Mum, please tell me, just what did you see?”
“It came out from the kitchen and went under the TV.”
Dad went in a cupboard and then took out a trap,
Set it with some chocolate and waited for the “Snap!”,
It only took a moment, and what do you suppose?
A great big rat staggered out, the trap caught on its nose!
Dad chased it to the garden and gave it quite a whack,
“It’s ok Mum, that gerbil is never coming back”,
“Thank you Son, you know that I’d have struggled doing that,
But it could have been so much worse. It could have been a rat!”
Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2012
A LETTER TO MY FIRST CRUSH
My Dearest Kevin
My hands shake nervously as I write this letter
The fountain pen drips the ink in heart-shapes
Pieces of my heart as it reach out to you
I just want you to know that loving you isn’t easy
My dozen of Harlequins and my entire Mill @ Boon
Have'nt prepared me
To deal with a player like you
I heard it through the grapevine,
That you are heartbreaker and womanizer
With only one thing on your adolescence mind
My grandmother always told me, that
Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free
My grandma is a wise woman
More like a heroine in my eyes
I am the heroine of my life
More like a Nancy Drew
without a clue on how to love you
I am never satisfy, I am curious
However I am very chary
Kind of gal
I do believe that
I am in love with you today
I might hate you tomorrow
Because you never know with a secret admirer
To the man I love today
They are nothing more than I can say.
I will wait for your reply my love
Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2013
silly grandpa, singing a song
and a dance with a wink
twirled into a pink coverlet,
In a blink tried to think!
did forget twenty he was not.
red-faced he doublethink,
Venus, he’d be, goddess of love
he’d dance and please in pink
a little girl giggled and danced
with her funny grandpa
singing in her pink coverlet
holding his heart to ma
sing a song in sweet harmony
to the stars up above
cheerfully sung eternally
to the goddess of love
moving holding his heart to ma
twirled, stepping and tripping
on edge of the pink coverlet
took a tumble springing
a cast from waist to his shoulder
with a wink and a grin
fading blue bruises marked his face
he won’t do that again
Rhyme 2 & 4 Rhyme in each stanza
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016
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
I'll never forget the day
That Granny got struck by lightning.
She came home in a right old state
And really looked quite frightening.
And then there was the time
That Granny fell under a bus.
She said 'It's nothing really,
Don't make such a fuss'.
Then what about the time
That Granny fell under a train
She said 'I did enjoy that,
Shall I do it again'?
Now you won't believe me when I say
That she liked to jump from great heights.
She always landed on her feet
But it still gave me the frights.
So how did Granny meet her end?
Well bow your head as you read.
I'll tell you the story, it's not all that gory
But still it will make your heart bleed.
It was her 91st jump that killed her.
From a Lancaster bomber, (I think).
Her umbrella just failed to open
And she plummeted into the drink.
It wasn't the fall that killed her
Or a sudden stop at the end.
No, she broke all the skin diving records
And died from attacks of the bends.
Copyright © Ray Gridley | Year Posted 2017
Chilled Pinot Grigio and Chianti
on each side of the long table,
twenty seats for twenty guests;
Antipasto with zesty dressing...
colorful vegetables with chunks
of sharp provolone and hard salami...
to be served with crunchy bread,
the kind that grandmother used to bake.
Oh, wait the Creamy Alfredo with chicken and spinach
is steaming on a huge serving plate...what a work of art!
Oh, the aroma of the Parmesan cheese
fills the nostrils with the urge to start;
one by one, the well-dressed guests walk
into the dining room...who said they are guests?
It's family: grandpa, grandma, uncles, aunts and cousins!
we'll surely enjoy this Sunday dinner as last week.
What about dessert? Sweet pastries and chocolate Tiramisu
with a strong cup of espresso and a shot of Sanbuca Romana;
would you like to join us and meet the friendly chef Mario?
There's plenty of food for everyone...Buon Appetito!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
A grandmother is someone who loves you and your soul
Someone who hugs you when you feel alone
She reads bedtime stories for you
And when you sleep she does the same too
She is the one who gifts you hugs and kisses
And when you are not there next to her you are the one she misses
For you she will be on her toes the whole time
And give you whatever you want from a stuff toy to a lime
She is the one who comforts you and loves you from her heart
And doesn’t care if you are dumb or smart
She is a person you can never forget
For if you want to also she will never let :)
Copyright © Paavani Dua | Year Posted 2011
Outside with one shoe
The shoe I took from the dumpster
My hair is filled with flies
Oh do I stink
Brown flames comes up from my butt
Flies come by my way
They all die
Oh do I stink
Never in life was I applause for my smell
Can it be that bad
I guess so
Since everyone has abandoned me
My teeth so rotten
It scares the mirron into broken pieces
Yellow as a my grandmother big toe nail
Stink bomb comes my way
I can't hold it in
I let in the air
Oh do I stink
Copyright © Chidinma Adiele | Year Posted 2012
Grandmother Is Not Amused
By Elton Camp
Queen Elizabeth certainly isn't amused
That Prince Harry again stands accused
Although his latest is easier to understand
Than wearing a uniform with Nazi armband
But playing strip billiards isn't nearly as bad
As some of the things done by Harry's dad
Henry the Eighth showed the royals the way
They have followed his example to this day
If the worst he does is all his clothes to doff,
It's likely the public will just laugh it off
But the next time Harry decides to strip
He'll check if a camera his pals did slip
Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2012
Every Sunday we set time aside to hang out together
Just him and I...
We are the best buds in the whole wide world
And when my son drops him off at my front door I remember why
He thinks I am the greatest thing next to sliced warm apple pie
He thinks I am the greatest opera singer
And I am the best dancer too
Today we hopped around to some crazy tunes
The Beach Boys and some other oldies but goodies
This afternoon I sang him Bible songs and taught him
How to equally slobber on both shoulders
He is my golden ray of sunshine--My Elijah!
I think of him often
I rehearse what songs I will sing to him
I even write him into the story lines of my upcoming prose
Oh you should see his rounded pink nose!
He coos and he giggles
And when we lay down for a nap he wiggles and wiggles
Til he finds the perfect spot under my arm
I love being a grandma
And I love our Sundays together
Eli and lola--best friends forever!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014
Hard of Hearing.
I went to visit Gran
to brighten up her day.
But that crazy batty women
never hears a word I say.
She moans and groans of aches and pains
and how her bunions hurt, then she'll ask,
"Who is it? Is that you my darling Bert?"
"No, I'll say, it's Sunny, Grandson number two.
I thought I'd pay a visit and spend the day with you.
I've put the kettle on Gran, I'll make a pot of tea."
Then she shouts.
"There are Hob-nobs in the cake tin enough for you and me.
Fetch them in please Keith put them on the floral tray.
Now where's my bloody teeth, I had them earlier today."
"It's Sunny Gran, I tell her. I'm not Keith and I'm not Bert
but there's your bloody teeth Gran in the pocket of you skirt."
I don't mind Grans muddled mind the fact she forgets my name
she can call me what she likes I love her just the same.
Now my Gran is hard of hearing
and batty half the time.
But you know I wouldn't swap her
cause Gran is Gran.
She's the best because she's mine.
Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2017