Best Granddad Poems

You left before you could meet them
"I want to live to see my grandkids" you’d say
Unfortunately you never got the chance
So let me introduce them to you today

There are three of them
Ages one, four and seven
A little boy and two little girls
Who call you their...

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I understand,
Each time you held our little hands,
How lucky we were and yet,
Such moments that glow midst the hearts swirling core,
Are the easiest to forget.

I understand,
When you wrapped us in blankets,so tight.
Rocking us patiently, deep in the night,
Knowing that someday you wouldn't be there,
The sad,...

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I knew a man who was afraid,when he looked at you, with his pain,
hoped that he might scare you away,
he was afraid you would take him back to a place,
that for twenty five years of his life, he had to stay
he never hurt anyone ...

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Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels. 

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment. 
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it. 

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the...

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I loved my Granddad because he was so special to me...
He was the type of person when I grow up I'd like to be.

"Don't let the bed bugs bite,"he used to tell me at night...
And our adventures at bed time were always out of sight.

"Chuck...

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 A Letter to Granddad

I remember the last moments before you passed away
Walking out the door, and hearing you say
“I can’t remember his face, I can’t remember his name”
I could hear in your voice, your suffering and pain
It truly hurt to notice, what you had...

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Granddad Breathed River Air


My grandfather worked on the river.
A tugboat captain was he by trade.
His jobs were diverse and he loved them.
Grandma and their children waited home.

As a teen, he helped ship a sculpture.
On the river he hauled in wrecked boats.
He tended the dredge for...

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To crouch beside him in the rows,
Counting seeds beneath rainbows.
Three in each hole, I’d count with glows.
He let me help; his garden grows. 

To sell the pears he grew and picked.
Red wagon wheels click-click, clacked, clicked.	
One penny each, the price was strict.
The neighbor kids their...

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I first remember him when I was 3
Around grandmas bed did hands hold we
As she would go to meet the Lord
No tears showed he though his soul tore
As I grew older he taught me how
To do match equations that make men wow
I worked in his...

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Time held in his hand,
a shoebox cradled the past,
treasures saved for a grandson.
Granddad's pocketwatch
was tarnished with memories
in an attic of summers.
A family bond,
sun-drenched hours with his granddad
captured through a window pane.
The laughter of kids
was heard bouncing off buildings
as moms called from opened doors.
Favorite pastimes
were checker...

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His 
eyes gleamed
like blue pearls
when children cried
Granddad please join us as they dashed around
the glowing ember fireplace with such glee.
A warm embrace
adds cheer to
Mother’s 
shroud.

Date created and posted : 28th November 2020
Photograph 3

NB Lady in photo background could be children’s mother.
Loving parents have this shroud...

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at summer's end,  our carefree
       whistling, as we hiked to the bus 
          station,  was enough..

    for indeed, to whistle with my 
  ...

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Granddad I love you so.

The time is hollow like a dead bird once sung
The trees are empty as brown leaves brush along
I have a picture of you but now its memories are so strong
Every time I see sunlight I'll think of you now you’re gone....

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Ricky was just eight years of age,
As a single mom, had to down stage,
That his papa could die any day soon,
I remember that night, there was a full moon,
Doctor said that it would be a long night,
We watched my brave dad fight,
Withered to a skeleton,...

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My Granddad's Father Christmas

My granddad’s Father Christmas.
I’ve known since, as a waif,
I heard his Father Christmas voice
That deep and rumbling friendly noise.
It kept me warm and safe.

My granddad’s Father Christmas.
He’s big and soft and loving.
And when I’m sad – a bit upset
His silly jokes make...

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