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Quatrain Grandmother Poems | Quatrain Poems About Grandmother

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Rest in Peace Grandma

You were so tired in the end with those weary eyes, you knew goodbye would be coming too soon- isn’t it funny how fast our fragile life really flies, but you were definitely born to hang the moon. You were such a lovely lady holding much strength, you adored church every Sunday at ten in the morning- you would do anything for family, go to any length, now you are as free as an eagle, wings spread…soaring. You loved your husband with all your heart and soul, held sick kids through the night without complaining- only a mother like you could make a house whole, you brought sunshine to life even when it was raining. We’ll remember those crooked glasses on the tip of your nose, on Christmas Day pumpkin pie is all we could smell- those huge stockings on the mantel, who could forget those? and the box of toys for the kids on top the basement shelf. The felt nativity set we played when we were young, Charlie Brown figurines all over the house with love- the brick red wall we would all climb and have fun, now your climbing a stairway to heaven up above. You lived a healthy and long beautiful life, a grandma and great-grandma who was adored- a compassionate mother and an endearing wife, you were born an angel, and died to live once more. Dedicated to my grandma who passed away yesterday April 19, 2017

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017

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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

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Being a Grandparent Makes Me Happy


		Though I can't give a full account
		of all the Lord has given me,
		I can say that my list begins
		with life, His love, and family.

		I have a daughter, son-in-law,
		two grandkids, and fulfilling days.
		While parents work, I'm with the kids,
		a girl and boy I love to praise.

		I claim this opportunity
		to show them honor with an ode.
		I'm gratetul to be "Mimi" now.
		No sweeter name could be bestowed.

		A pleasing parallel exists
		in this relationship we share.
		Their need for guidance every day
		fulfills my need to love and care.

		I'm proud to be their referee,
		their teacher, cook, mentor, and friend,
		a monitor of TV shows,
		the one who says when play must end.

		Though sometimes they get on my nerves,
		they keep me sane and active too.
		I thank the Lord for them each day.
		Without those kids, what would I do?

March 20, 2017

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

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I Remember Grandma

I remember Grandma’s   beauty
  The way she’d grace her smile at me
I remember Grandma’s duty
  Holding family together

I remember the old large home 
  A large yard with a cyclone fence
I remember no small kitties
  Couldn’t afford the extra expense

I remember no TV set
To watch Dragnet or Lassie shows
I remember a radio
Latin Music she always chose

I remember the Impala 
Cool 1950’s model rove
Crazy grandma behind the wheel
Had to close your eyes when she drove

I remember her   kindness
Her home was your home to visit
Stacks of warm homemade tortillas,
Tamales, warm food in the skillet

I remember gradually
With small tremors, slurred speech, stiffness, 
She had uncontrollable shakes
Parkinson’s disease her illness

    I remember Grandma’s   beauty 
        I remember Grandma’s   kindness 
            I remember Grandma’s    caress
                I remember Grandma’s   illness 

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

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From the cradle to the grave

I wish to leave a legacy, 
A memory of me
I wish to leave a legacy,
Something my mother left for me

Death took my mother when I was three
So all she left was what she taught me
So as I sit and sew, I see
My mother looking down on me

Her hands guide my fingers as I make
A cradle for my daughter to take
For all the children that follow in her wake
Will rest in peace and sleep till daybreak

Surrounded by love for “oma’s” sake
For each child anew a small remake
Will forever preserve this family keepsake
And I will be there forever to partake

As each new child lies cradled here
All the ancestors will be near
To bestow their love and guidance clear
On the newborn and his parents dear

While we support there is no fear
Because the child will always hear
The sounds of love sincere
And know his family is near

Copyright © Huberta van Akkeren | Year Posted 2014

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The Echo of a Soul

The Echo of a Soul 
By Andrew Weeden 

In the windswept hills of vibrant green, 
Here I sit at your lonely grave. 
The bright flower that made my heart beam, 
Is the wilted flower I could not save.  

From the beginning I did not know, 
I was oblivious from the start; 
Cancer’s blade cut away your happy glow 
And would thrust to pierce my very heart.  
Consumed in the darkness of raging anger, 
Ten years I stand alone in the rain. 
With death no longer a distant stranger; 
My only companion in the storm of pain.  

Now it seems no one remembers, 
But you did not cease to be. 
Your spirit still burns in glowing embers 
And lives inside the fire in me.  

The storm is passing; I finally see its end. 
Happiness smiles again and shakes me to my core.  
I realize every time I lift my pen 
My Grandma speaks once more! 

Reflections of your love 
Weave tapestries in time. 
As a singing mourning dove, 
Your words whisper in my mind. 

So though you had to go, 
You remain in your begotten; 
As an echo of a soul, 
Gone but not forgotten. 

Copyright © Andrew Weeden | Year Posted 2014

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Grandma's Bench

Each day her world was getting smaller
But still to this bench she made her way
To enjoy the park, the pond, and the ducks
and watch young children that came to play

Her bench became a gathering place
Life stories told and babies kissed
They all enjoyed her wise company
Her sweet face will sorely be missed.

They still gather at that bench
And daily life goes on as before
But they still remember "grandma"
A lady they had come to adore...

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013

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Grandma's Legacy

My grandma had a green thumb
She loved to garden, plant and grow
Didn't matter where they're from
Snatching cuttings wherever she'd go

Her pockets filled with seeds from trips to and fro
Labeling the envelops with names as she was home
Plant variety was something she would know
She also knew specific times when seeds should be sown

Her garden was her solace throughout her hardened life
She planted seeds and grew her plants anywhere she stay
Always fed her family through depression and strife
Many rows of vegetables were planted in her day

Years have passed and she is gone her love of planting seeds
Was passed on through her family who now are pulling weeds. 

Jennifer Marie Oliver

Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013

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WAITING FOR GOD At four score years and ten Our Gran is physically spry But her mind is beginning to wander And I often ask God, "Why?" She's a most delightful lady With smooth, porcelain-like skin She loves her large family And has the most wicked of grins. But her mind is beginning to wander And she's now starting to live in the past It's hard for her to remember Who's who at the family repasts. She loves to be among the children But she doesn't know who they all are Not only is her mind beginning to wander She's now taken to walking afar. One day we couldn't locate her We walked twice around the block We had to call in the police It gave us all such a shock. We found her sitting at the bus stop It really was quite odd We asked her what she was doing She answered, smiling sweetly, "Waiting for God." © ELR 2013

Copyright © Miss Wattle | Year Posted 2013

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Leads With Her Right

Old mean widow lady of ninety-two

lives by herself with nothing else to do

Hunkers in her chair next to the window

stares out for hours with dreams of her bingo

She is labeled mentally unstable

Plays solitary on the end table

Fusses forever and telling tall tales

no telling if she’s left out small details

Seasons have come and gone with the flowers,

grass and trees changing colors with showers

She's run off all her family and friends

finding upsetting fault that never ends

With lawless behavior if you resist,

she gets riled up,  lifts up her clenched right fist

lands an uppercut to the mug she’s kissed

With a burning twist she has never missed

You would want to stay out of her crosshairs

A small pearl handle pistol she will dare

Out of her leather purse it will appear

Create trouble; it might be all you’ll hear


blunt mother in-laws talks and talks and talks and talks gets under my skin
True story

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

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Certain things are just not said,
When we're in certain comp'ny.
Words and phrases seldom heard,
Are often looked at funny.

No longer is good common sense,
The rule of thumb, the norm,
So often plainly spoken words,
Will take on different form;

'Cause most folks just don't listen,
To what is being said,
And oft the words go rattling 'round.
Inside an empty head;

Then they draw their own conclusions,
Concerning what you said,
Even though they've not a clue,
The story they will spread.

If what you hear sounds strange to you,
The facts a little off,
Consider who you're talking to,
Before you laugh and scoff,

At someone you may barely know,
If in fact at all,
And what you heard is hearsay,
Just gossip all in all.

When others speak, just listen,
And make sure you understand.
Keep your mind upon the topic,
Don't short change your fellow man.

Remember to speak plainly,
Not to be misunderstood,
And remember too that gossip,
Don't do anybody good.

(Have you ever noticed that those who talk the most are usually the ones who have little else to do?  And often they really don't know much more than we do. My grandmother used to say the dog on the shortest chain does the most barking.)

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2012

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A Christmas Memory-Contest

              Matching pj's, rainbow colored tinsel with LED lights,
                 Gazing, disbelief as the pine slowly declines onto the floor,
                       We all laugh with silliness while grammy has fallen beneath it,
                             There the tree lies while the naughty kitty chaotically explores.

Written By: Laura Urbaniak
Date: November 20, 2015
For the contest, A Christmas Memory, sponsor, Broken Wings

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

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My, How Buttons Have Changed

In the fifties, my sister and I would play store;
selling ice cream and candy just like our grandpaw.
Granny let us delve into her spare button box
where we found the coins for our special cash drawer.

We sorted them all out by size and by color
marking some as quarters, nickels, pennies or dimes.
Imagination was the best of our playmates;
we even had half-dollars, the rarest of finds.

Last year we two met to go shopping just for fun;
can you guess what awaited me and my sister?
Brand-new buttons made of honest-to-God live coins.
We found all the reg’lar ones, but no half-dollar.

We giggled as we shopped, pretending like old times. 
Strangest thing we discovered along with this find -
the penny buttons? no cheaper than the quarters. 
The cost of the buttons did not match with their kind!

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013

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A Nook and A Story Book

     A Nook and a Story Book
    In my childhood on every birthday
    I owned two books owing to family norm,
    one tough academic book from my Dad
    and other lucid story book from grand mom.

   I was fascinated for gift from grandma
   That was my only entry to the story book.
   Strict Dad did not allow me to follow stories.
    To smell fragrance of story I searched for a nook.

   Nooks and corners were not safe enough.
   Dictator Dad had always strong vigilance.
   I had to hide story book under the text.
   None was able to detect my tact at a glance.
                  what I would give for a Nook and a story Book Contest 
                             Third Place

Sponsor  Eve Roper

Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016

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My Ladylove

You picked me up and held me in your arms.
By furs of fox and mink you were adorned.
My family was smitten by your charms.
Of greed and envy you were not forewarned.

The sweetness in your smile my love beguiled.
And wisdom in your heart was heaven sent
You took me to your church as a young child.
I learned of God, of sin, and to repent. 

Then, without notice you just disappeared.
I missed your smiles and going to your church.
But worldly things had in your life premiered.
Your husband’s death began a different search.

I watched you suffer pains and make mistakes.
The lust of others you mistook for love.
Then alcohol met greed and great heartaches.
An evil pit enticed you, ladylove.

But bitterness did not destroy your soul.
You gave away your wealth, becoming meek.
Then, strength of heart once more regained control.
You served the Lord again throughout each week.

As  I, your namesake, grew you loved me still.
The planes and furs were gone but not your heart.
You gave it all away of your freewill.
Then, with the Lord your life had a fresh start.

Grandmother, dear, your life influenced me.
Compassion, strength, and faith are what you taught.
A happy life you lived in poverty.
Because of you, God is who I have sought.


Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2016

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The perfect site

The Perfect Site Emplaced in the shade of giant fruit trees: Avocado, guava, orange and mango Nature, harnessed for fresh cool breeze From leaves and the wind in an endless tango The canopy of leaves, thus formed above By tree-to-tree branch intertwine; A haven, e'en for the heart broken dove- Clock-round shade, e'en in noon sunshine Donning a rusty corrugated zinc hat To the earth, inclined at forty five degrees Our childhood holiday habitat Her eaves, now hives for honey bees Cloaked in red, sun-dried mud Now beaten blue-black by the sun and rain The heavily creviced walls, housing many a bud This shadow of her former glory - my pain The courtyard where to our greatest delight Grandma told morally instructing moonlight tales Barring the rotten chairs in direct sunlight Had lost not much in other details Twenty six years after her peaceful passing Seeking seasonal escape to the country side Grandma's house is once more a blessing 'Twill site the country home of my pride

Copyright © Sandison Jumbo | Year Posted 2017

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No, seriously there are people worse then me, and I’m a lothario and a liar
But then there are bastards who see an empty warehouse and for fun set it afire
I commit crimes and hold people I have pity for as hostage while holding a gun
But stoned cold junkies, unlike me, do horrendous things solely for fun

I knocked down and old lady……………….. cane and f*****g all
Once I had her bread you think I gave a damn that she’d fall?
S**t, I’d rob my grandmother and later on promise her a soft and silken shawl
And listen, when robbing an inhabited home the floorboards will squeak
if you walk but not if you crawl

Turn your back on me b***h, I dare you, and leave that diamond ring right there
By the time you turn back around the diamond is gone and my running footsteps is all you’d hear
Invite your folks over for dinner on Thursday but tell your mom you want to see some jewels
You keep them busy, while I rob them blind because one thing I ain’t is one of those fun-loving fools 

What I am saying essentially and I hope effectively is that there are certain people you simply can’t trust
The ones who think havoc is a game, for there are none so blind and ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I’ll climb up a six story building to an apartment because I know there are riches in apartment six “B”
Christ, I’ll beat a man half to death if I want something of his and he doesn’t agree

So look out for the ones who lie like a Lothario and will rob you blind
And you all deserve to be robbed because you’re rich and undoubtedly unkind
While the old lady was dressing I was undressing her closet of gold
And when you stare into my sky blue pink eyes realize you’re missing things that I’ve sold
I’ll wield a sword honed so sharp and a very frightening knife
And believe me my acts of thievery would be rotten and rife
I harm, threaten and rob people and then go home to my wife
She makes a really good pot roast, and knows I could never really take a life
           ©  2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~  

Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011

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Being beautiful beyond that of the physical form,
by the only way she knows to exist.

Her heart and her soul and her sacrifice,
even when in shadow are devils amidst.

Still she chooses to struggle to give,
because of love from a heart truly pure.

Even through times, unfair with their lies,
this woman continues to give more.

So I love her equally with all of my heart,
and shall forever remember her deeds.

I’ll pray for you and the rest of the world,
that you may meet such a woman,
and one day be as lucky as me

Copyright © Tony Brady | Year Posted 2017

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Grandma's Working Out

Grandma decided to exercise 
I'm too heavy she had to confess
She started walking a mile a day
Where she's at now is anyone's guess

Copyright © PAT Adams | Year Posted 2017