Best Grammy Poems
islands n the stream.
o what a dream.
with my gram just us two.
nothin to do.
i look up to the sky n see blue.
we can ride it together.
good n bad times whenever.
grammy u raised ME i'm clever.
sail away with me to another world n we rely on eachother.
i'll never love again like i loved YOU never.
Crank up ye ole grammy phone
Play me some of those good old tunes
Like “Happy Days Are Here Again!”
“By The Light Of The Silvery Moon”
Remember ditties from way back when
You could actually decipher the words
Hope young people aren't reading this
They'll be thinking I'm quite a nerd
Songs from the World War Two years
Billy Holiday's “My Old Flame”
Or “White Christmas” by Der Bingle
The Duke's “Take The 'A' Train”
You could call it Nostalgia One-O-One
Wishing those times were still here
Wanting it to be forever summer
Days of soda, pretzels and beer!
© Jack Ellison 2012
A shadow
Passed
Then it was
Gone
But wait
It's here
Was it
The eclipse
A passing
Of the moon?
It brought forth
Memories
To soon
Still borne
Yet
The presence
Of one long
Past
A shadow
O'er those
Who felt
The presence
Of her
Who
On us
Cast
A playful
Image
Light
When
Darkness
Fell
Always
In our
Path
Leading onward
N'er looking
Back
Look
Close your eyes
In the shadows
There.
Louise H. Dameron
Toddlers played with the birthday balloons
Elders smiled at their generations
Parents of parents of parents reveled
In this celebration of family.
The gifts sat at the tables
Re-telling old tales
Re-kindling laughter’s lilt
The cake was chocolate
John G. Lawless
©3/16/2023
My grandmother, where do I start.
My mind had been numb, not wanting to accept my truth...
My grammy is gone what am I to do?
Stuck, stuck, stuck acting like life goes on, focusing on being a mom.
But in my office at work during those quiet days. Thoughts of you blow mind my away
It is the quiet place that let my heart breaks with swirling thoughts of you.
I can't let you go grammy what am I to do?
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it"
Quote _ by E.E. Cummings
Elizabeth was my father's mother,
a portly woman who was country raised.
She was called grammy, never grandmother,
and told me stories that held me amazed.
She was wise but could neither read nor write,
spinning tales of magic and fairy folk.
Whenever I got scared, she'd hold me tight;
and I'd listened to every word she spoke.
She'd check on me before she went to bed,
lovingly tucking me in for the night.
And she oft visits my dreams, though she's dead,
assuring me that she entered the light.
I carry her image within my heart,
for even Death cannot keep us apart.
(Sonnet)
09/07/2022
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Lost to Heaven- Grammy
Out on a Montana prairie my wee Grammy
had built a little white house with a picket fence.
Civilization hadn’t crawled out that far yet,
so nights were warm and dark was dense.
By the melted-butter flames of kerosene lamps
we would sit on the porch and quietly speak.
Always I asked for stories about London town,
where Grammy went from Ireland, new life to seek.
One story was my favorite, curdled my blood
and ran fire fingers through the blood in my vein.
I suppose nowadays with all the video games
Grammy’s story might seem silly and too tame.
“T’was foggy as a witch’s grave that night when
me feet took a little stroll down White Chapel lane.
Excited I was to be in this place by meself, alone.
Then I saw. . . it, enough to make a gal insane.”
“T'were big and smelled of sewage and slime.
Reared up out of a foggy bank to look at me.
I tell you, child me feet froze to the road and
I was sure t'would be the last thing I’d see.”
“Licked his chops, this nightmarish heathen,
looked at me like I was a steak and kidney pie.
“I looks right back with that “look” a mine,
stood me ground raising me fist to seem brave
Twas blood in his eye and blood on his fur, the he
burps and it smells like something from the grave.”
“Poor lamb, he got into someone who wasn’t ripe.
From me apron pocket I give him a peppermint.
The fog rose higher, taking him out of my sight,
to this day I have no idea where that werewolf went.”
So if ever you find yourself in England in the fog,
watch your step on the White Chapel Road at night.
For I imagine he is hungry again and a chubby
like you might be a most tempting and tasty sight.
Shout out to my depression
My best friend
It takes courage to live
But we take living for granted
Until a pandemic comes along and puts everyone in a panic
Translation we come back down to earth
The place where we live but often act like it's not where we're from
Many people walk around with more what ifs in their thoughts than what should be
And I'm one of them but don't want to be
Shout out to all the writers hoping to take a shot of their desired beverage from their Grammy
One day that will be me
And I hope to see you there
Took almost dying to realize I still wanted to be alive
Funny how life works, and we forget how to laugh until everything feels perfect
So, this I urge you never forget
You are a million dollars just living everyday
Just don't forget to cash the check
You got to believe until you give up everything you have left
Life can be so bleak
p.s. you are just a seed wanting to grow wings...
Grammy
I’ve been waiting a long time for this day
to come,
The day you told me your gonna be a mom...
I was so happy as can be,
I was about to wonder,
‘Cause me friends had 2 or 3!
When you told me it’s gonna be a boy,
My heart was filled with joy...
Then the day came when he entered this
world,
The day I’ve been waiting a long time for...
I held him so tight and close to me,
I softly whispered,
I love you,
I’m your Grammy.