Best Granddaughter Poems

Oh little one, how soon you'll be
In turbulence of puberty.

I will hold tight your days of youth 
And share with you my honest truth 

That...

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*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi, grandpa, it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass above the nightstand
Remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; " 

                                Samuel Taylor...

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 I know what it feels like to be adored beyond compare.
To be loved unconditionally just for being myself.
To have that special one want to...

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I held an angel in my arms today,
A precious babe snuggled against my breast.
And my heart was overwhelmed with so much love,
As she lay contentedly...

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Some say you're not quite whole,
But I know better, Angel Child.
You live in a place all your own,
Free, unhinged, sometimes wild.

In precious moments you let...

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Like the sun lights up the sky, 
A little girl when she was born, 
She snuggled right into our hearts
With heaven's sparkle in
Her eyes stole...

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The nursing home called me early in the morning to come
as snow clouds sailed across the sky
and my heart swelled with a sea of tears
to...

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Angels Sing

I hear them, 
all the time. 
When I pick up my child, 
and hold her close, 
her breath…
Harps; lovely,
faraway, 
and distant.

When I go to...

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Just me and my granddaughters, two sweet cute tweens
eating up pizza. It’s “No-night” for greens!

I tell them old stories about family.
Their own funny stories they...

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Precious Preemie (Alouette)

Precious little lass
Time will come to pass
When your preemie days have gone.
As spring flowers bloom
You'll be blooming soon
As you grow with every dawn.

Mommy...

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Hope Anew

I try to keep the gloom at bay
While waiting for your precious birth.
Your beating heart in womb today
Spoke to my ears a wondrous mirth.

The...

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We drew a sun, a cloud, a heart,
Umbrellas and two girls
To dress and decorate with jewels
And hats atop their curls.

Last week our art had fireworks
And...

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She comes to bat with the score tied three to three.
Staring out at the pitcher,
she goes into her stance, 
just hoping the ball will come...

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The black water reflects the still morning
Monarchs flutter and dance in rising sun
Purple skies grow lighter without warning
Separate rain, as rainbow colors run
Could I have...

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Ten little toes, precious and sweet.
Connected to, chubby one year old feet.
Running across, my freshly washed floors.
Muddy footprints that start at my door.

Ten little toes,...

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I see her pretty little face
With a sweet smile as bright as gold.
I think about the days ahead.
It saddens me, I'm growing old.

I love that...

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“A Missive To My Granddaughters”


My dearest girls,

How can I begin to tell you 
how much your smile warms my heart,
or the enrichment that penetrates my...

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Our granddaughter loves cupcakes.
Someday, she wants to run a cupcake business.
Someday, she wants to be a beautician.
Someday, she wants to specialize in makeup.
Someday, she wants...

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Brutal was the biting wind,
sweeping brown locks of a tiny urchin 
side to side, often hiding her eyes.
 
Oversized slippers she had donned
were lost in...

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From deep recesses of my mind
I bring a great great-grandma’s face.
She left no photograph behind.
I dream her dressed in bits of lace,
Tatted perhaps by her...

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I was eating breakfast yesterday with my 12 year old granddaughter and I asked her “What day is tomorrow?”  Without skipping a...

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Personal Memories - Three Generations


Three generations in between them now so kindly lie;

sweet great granddaughter and great grand-papa can now belie
 
those years.  She...

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It seems like it was yesterday
   in backyard sandbox she had played;
      granddaughter loved to have her way
...

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Head down
The old woman sews 
A dress
Nimble fingers 
Marking each stitch
The whirring of machines
Whirling and whirling
Round and round
Threading memories
Of another time
Reminding her
Of a night
Long ago
When...

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