Grandparents Anniversary Poems | Examples
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Sticky Glue Stick
An SLR camera shutter clicks
shut, sticks then opens: at a
designated shutter speed.
The subject is caught and the
camera’s quick: like a frog
unfurling its tongue to snag
a wary fly, with its sticky tongue.
The subject is not:
sensational or outrageous
-not sticky eye candy,
not the addictive modern fare,
not titillating,
not irresistible.
Tight knit.
A “modern family” unit sits
close, huddled in transparent
body lingo-
revealing hints, though open to translation.
Wait longer than usual to process,
then
stick pics with glue sticks
to photo album pages.
Arrange them across and
down like inked in crossword
puzzle solutions
-diptychs, triptychs, family trips etc.
chronologies mark lifespan
arcs.
Baby pics, the grandparents,
the unsuspecting…
Fill to the end.
Close the album.
Shut. Then revisit,
with more pics,
and stick them inside.
Thirty eight years ago,
On to this very day.
You both walked down that sacred aisle
With two special words to say.
After all the formalities were done,
You both went home, to be as one.
To build a new life as husband and wife,
And you faced all the challenges to come.
You both should be so very proud,
Your children have grown up and flown.
You are now the greatest grandparents,
Your grandchildren won't leave you alone.
All the years we have known you,
Truer friends there never could be.
So we wish you well,on this special day,
YOUR ANNIVERSARY.
We are apples growing on our parent's tree, planted by our grandparents from the apples of our great-grandparents ~ author
October skies still reflect in your eyes
the way they once did on that day we were wed.
Autumn's bright leaves recall fond memories
of sweet days together even through stormy weather.
Once we were young, with our songs still unsung
As we wondered, "How's it feel to grow old?"
Nights fell, the months turned, new calendars came,
Now leaves in chill weather, in love, fall together
in orange, red, yellow, and gold
The sunrise has faded, our sunset is near
The springtime has passed and the winter
we once thought we'd fear
is now here,
this love we still share brings a tear.
The season's deep magic hides changes within,
A rose's young bloom that won't open again,
like children that change right in front of our eyes -
the soft painted ceiling of October skies.
// My grandparents had an October wedding. This song was a gift to them on their 60th anniversary. //
written October 1979
Daily Lives
Quietly I walk into the room.
You have been asleep for hours.
You got home late,
not for the first time,
not the last.
Days without a break,
yet still you go.
You take care of us.
You are the head...
of our house.
You are the man,
that we look up to,
and the burden is heavy.
I know you stumble,
I see everything.
But I do not call it out.
I try as I can to soften the road,
and change the parameters,
of the barriers we must...
both challenge.
Getting old together,
is hard, on the body.
The grace of our lives,
generously, lavishly sprinkled...
across our later years.
Whoa, that we could have,
a little more time...
young again,
before our children.
It was then...
that we danced,
in places that are gone,
except in the loving world,
of our hearts.
I would spend my last smile,
on you my love,
to have you ask me yet again,
to be with you,
from this day to the next,
until forever,
Amen.
The Snow Falls
Softly my love,
I watch every flake,
come slowly from no where,
outside my vision,
beyond the window boundaries,
magical…even whimsical…
the white soft “above”,
to the hard ground here below.
soon a giant blanket of pure…beauty.
You fell asleep in my arms.
I look down at your hair.
It is not really…your hair.
It is the hair from the box.
It smells sweet,
but not as lovely as you.
I don’t care about the strands
of lost gold…
I only want the chance
to hold you when we are old.
You had a bad time.
Not for the first time.
Not for the last.
But I am here.
I will be here,
until you do not need me.
I will be here even…
after that.
My eyes are full of water.
warm tears, held back…
a force of will,
that can not be lost,
to selfishness,
but born heaviest against,
piercing loss.
Sleep now.
Tomorrow…
I can braid your heart,
back together,
so we can go out…
on the town!
We are relics
And very realistic.
To be asked to be in the birthing room
Is fantastic.
We know having a baby is climatic.
We are all waiting on baby to make a
Public
Appearance which will be dogmatic.
To see your grand baby right out of the
Womb is a historic
Moment. One that is filled with beautiful
Swirling magic.
All babies look angelic
That is just automatic.
I know your authentic.
Yet, at this moment you are majestic.
Baby, you have become the topic
Of the day for these two fanatics
To anyone who will listen. This doesn't
Defy logic
It is customary and automatic
For grandparents to brag about
Something genetic.
Time has a strange way of sliding by silently,when you are not watching,
Next thing you know it is a new year,that you have to survive and get your family through.
Mirrors are no longer a looking glass from which you gaze upon your reflection,
You just glance as you rush to and fro.
losing even more time,and it feels like even your mind,as you notice a gray hair growing in plain sight.
Your children are grown up and on their own,and fear of the unknown comes to live in your home.
My husband and I sit and rock in our chairs veiwing the awesome sunset,
When he smiles and says We have loved each other through good and bad ,raised our children well, as we grow old together, we have more love to show,and share,
Until we move on, and no longer care.
GRANDMA
I can complain,
And all day talk of,
People in distress.
I can also walk away,
Away with my ego and pride,
And all day boast of,
People I have helped abstain,
From suicide and from pain,
But,
Unfortunate I am that I lost,
A friend, a darling, my best,
My teddy, my only one, my right hand,
Unfortunate I am that my tears dried,
After the many years for you I cried.
But,
As of today grandma,
I want to smile and pray for you grandma,
Sing for you songs you sang me grandma,
I want people to know,
That you're still alive grandma,
And drinking from the rivers of paradise,
And smiling back at my happy face,
Saying that that's my baby, my grace.
“She was mine” was all he thought
His spark was gone, forever had seemed so long
The gleam in his eye, dulled as days went by
He’d been trying hard to carry on, she was two months gone
He could no longer cry, all life was now, was a lie
His sadness growing deeper, as the world continued to fly by
His girl was gone now, his reason and purpose no longer around
For years he cared, he couldn’t show, but those actions spoke louder than any words
she would’ve known
His poor tired soul began to appear on his face
His heart numb from losing the one love that who with, his life had begun
Now it was his time to start, for in his heart, he knew……
They wouldn’t be far apart.
Dedicated to the memory of my Grandparents
William Lee Neeland Sr. 02/22/27 – 07/10/04
Pauline Sue Neeland 07/27/46 - 12/24/03
with all my love, #2
Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.
Before we were thought of or time had started,
God put US in His Son’s name..
And each time we pray, you'll see its true,
You can't spell Jesus without including US.
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For US, He was born;
And His great love for US is the reason He died.
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan?
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension,
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.
"Go into the world and tell them it's true
that I love them all - Just like I love you."
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters,
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too?
It all depends on what we do,
He'd like them all to know,
But it all starts with US.
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2011
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Of times long past, we think back now . . .
Those youthful days, before we made our vow.
You raced through my being like no other,
And made me fall in love with you.
Our wedding day brought thrills anew . . .
Those anticipated hours of being united with you.
We held each other for the very first time,
As man and wife, we now were.
As we settled down together we had more joys . . .
Girls for you, and then a boy.
I felt your loving touch again,
As I held each one for the first time.
Those were the days of our trials and strife . . .
We had to work hard, as husband and wife.
Our children grew tall in those days,
Forever being molded by our love for each other.
Now they have families of their own to raise . . .
We watch their children grow with a grandparents' gaze.
Oure lifetime of love has proven its worth,
In the smiles of our children's children.
The Lord has blessed us with these years of old . . .
Yes, they truly are years of gold.
Today, as we look back on them I realize,
That each day, you made me fall in love with you.