Best Grandmas Poems
Being just four ,that loud knock on the frosted, front glass door!
The fierce ringing of the handbell meant only one thing!
That Santa was here with toys, but we have first had to sing.
Then sit on the floor, each had questions to answer and more.
I was so frightened, I would get a black lump of coal?
I looked into Santas soft, blue eyes as I sat on his shiny red thighs.
I relaxed,answered all his questions and with relief, deeply sighed.
But I sensed, Santa had a warm and loving soul.
We cousins, Dennis,Bruce,Madelyn and I, then returned to our places.
Aunt Helen played the piano and we sang to God honoring this season.
As Christmas in our home had a religious reason.
Santa passed out our presents, not one of us got a lump of coal.
Santa had homemade cake and coffee, waved goodbye and left.
He filled us with good, Christmas cheer.
Not one of us was present less nor bereft!
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In fond memory of my younger Cousins, Bruce and Madelyn, who
loved all people, life and the wonder of this planet!
Both are in heaven!
Cousin Panagiota
12/19/2021
Last night I dreamed Rhonda and I were so desperate for income that we either started or were hired by a grandma sex hotline.
I don't remember a lot of the dream but I remember taking one call, and I provided a narrative something like, "Well hello Billie! Yes this is your grandma. Have you been being a good boy? Would you like to know what grandma's wearing tonight?"
I woke thinking holy crap where'd that come from. I bet there are lots of grandma fetish dudes out there though, that's probably a good idea for a sexline business. Oh wait, of course it is, there are probably hundreds of them already.
I told Rhonda the dream and she said maybe it could be done without the sex, just a hotline for anyone who misses or wished they had a grandma.
Yeah, someone might like that phone call if it was free, but to pay through the nose by the minute, they gotta have a brain-addling woody.
My grandma's strawberry jelly i love to eat it and fill my belly. It's so sweet it will make you pucker o ya it is better then smucker's. She stayed up all day and night to make it just right so i could have some when i go to stay with her tomorrow night.
GRANDMA’S ROCKING CHAIR Pt 1
Grandma sits in her rocking chair,
Wisps of silver in her hair.
She sits me on her voluptuous lap,
As tales of yore she does recap.
Id touch the whiskers on her chin,
“You’re growing a beard” I’d think with a grin
Her lavender scent wafted through the air
As Grandma sat in her rocking chair
A lacy handkerchief on her chest
As the babies fought for the teats on her breast
The milk dried up, there was nothing to eat
Grandma would take in washing to make ends meet.
Granddad had gone away to the war
Then a telegraph man came to the door.
He would not be coming home again
No more thrill of meeting him off the train.
Grandma knew she had to go on
For the sake of the kids she had to be strong
She would knit and sew, wash and clean.
Polish the shoes with spit to make them gleam.
The kids carried a pie to the bake house one day.
What no cooker you ask? Oh dear no way.
On the way home they dropped the pie
Will we get a good hiding they’d cry?
Yes times was ard, and they were poor
No money coming through the door.
Bu Grandma said that she was rich
How come I thought as she gave me a kiss?
CONTINUED 21st June 2008
Grandma rich, how could this be?
I thought as she rocked me gently on her knee
The children’s mouths got harder to feed
Clothes and shoes were their main need.
As the moon and the stars shone outside so bright.
Grandma would sing to the children every night.
For dinner was a Yorkshire pudding so round
It would fill them up without a sound.
Meat was a luxury, twice a year
No sweets no treats no toys no beer
But love and care given beyond recall
Were the greatest treasure of them all
So as Grandma rocked in her rocking chair
She taught me a lesson beyond compare.
I learned about, compassion, care and love
The RICHEST thing from heaven above.
I hear the creak of the rocking chair.
I look but Grandma is no longer there.
The smell of lavender wafts through the air
As I sit in Grandma’s rocking chair
Grandma would rock in her chair,
as she shelled green beans,
telling me stories of old,
that kept my attention.
As I helped her with this
chore, I was amazed with
this wonderful sweet lady
and the wisdom she had.
She never attended a day
of school, but yet she had
all the answers.
Every time I talked with her,
she would build me up,
telling me "Jimmy Foulk,
you will be somebody someday,
mark my words."
I could never get down while
with her, she just kept building
me up and encouraging me.
She was my best friend as well
as my Grandma, she died in
1969 and I dearly miss her.
written 4-17-11
Though still as loving, still as kind and gentle, still as beautiful as they were in days of yore…
today’s grandmas are a different breed than the grandmas who came before.
Although they still share some similarities…the love they freely give…that twinkle in their eye…
the ways we use to think of grandmas…those old cliches…
to modern grandma’s don’t apply…
Grandmas of old were called Grandma…only Grandma…
at least all the grandmas I ever knew…
today we call them Nana, Gigi, Oma and YaYa just to name a few.
Grandmas were once characterized sitting in rocking chairs,
smiling crocheting with other grandmas…their needles kept neatly in a tin…
Today’s grandmas still smile while they sing and dance
and now…rock any chair they happen to be sitting in.
Grandmas were known for baking cookies…and driving slow…like they were in a coma…
Today’s grandmas still bake awesome cookies but drive like they’re at Indianapolis or Daytona.
Grandmas were once depicted as old ladies…wearing glasses with their white hair in a bun…
Today’s grandmas let their hair down…and are all about the fun.
We didn’t think old grandmas ever took a drink…
they were too busy knitting…or talking to one another
Today’s grandmas can be found with a cocktail in one hand
and their grand-baby in the other.
Yes, although modern grandmas some new skills and behaviors have amassed
they still share some important qualities…with our grandmas of the past.
Nothing will ever replace the feeling of a Grandma’s hug
or wonder of a Grandma’s smile…
and love, generosity and caring will never go out of style.
We learned this from our old grandmas…
saw the love and the magic in their resolve….
and isn’t it wonderful to see in our modern grandmas
how that love and magic has evolved.
This is dedicated to my precious granddaughter, Amiana Rose Love, as a gift for her 19th birthday. Lots of Love!
Amiana in Grandma’s Eyes
This is a poem about Amiana
As seen in her grandma’s eyes
It’s one of her birthday wishes
Custom made to personalize
Well since I am her grandma
Let me tell you what all I see
First of all she’s energy filled
And nonstop talking like me
Now her mom makes clones
As her 4 sisters you have seen
She has similarities with me too
Like our favorite color is green
There are many other things
We carry together in common
One of those things would be
We do enjoy bathing in the sun
The heat is felt down to our bones
In visual beauty where nature lies
Admiring God’s life surrounding us
Bugs, plants and pretty butterflies
Amiana is a super smart girl
When it comes to technology
Scientific issues are simple
As knowledge comes naturally
For playtime and fun things to do
She’ll select paperwork or an art
Any type of office or technical work
To write, organize or create charts
She even likes to sing and dance
Give a performance and entertain
She also modeled several times
Working on community campaigns
It sure is a pleasure working with her
Amiana truly loves to communicate
Going out of her way to help others
She is one who everyone appreciates
This is just one of my 20 grandchildren
Amiana is oh so kind and very sweet
You may think I’m showing favoritism
Unless you know her or did ever meet
Florence McMillian (Flo)
To be honest this year i'm broke,
You could laugh it's hilarious but seriously it's no joke,
And everyone ask's do i have plans for christmas nope,
I'll probably sit around grandmas phone, play Yahtzee and crack jokes,
In hopes she'd let me try her jumbo chocolate chip hit cookie dough,
Before and after she put it in the stove,
I'll say high to all my cousins and even the ones that i barely know,
Give my uncle Matt a hug because he's always on the road,
My little nephews 8 and 4 years old,
Debate which present they'll unfold in hopes that it'd be gold,
But those little rascals are on santa's no no's,
Because someone likes to throw peanut butter all over each others clothes,
I know my sister Debbie has a heavy handful,
Even though it's only them two many stings they pull,
We all visit grandma Anne's cabin in the woods,
As strange as it sounds the memories are always good,
Granny always gets teary eyed when she realizes how tall we stood,
Her little ones have learned to fly in the sky but just as we should,
During Christmas time at grandmas it's always love and we always leave full!
Grandmas Snack
Grandmas long hair, nearly touching the ground
It's where my siblings gathered around
She'd give us hugs, hugs so tight
We would welcome them with great delight
On the porch we would sit
It was hard to be patient, I would admit
Do you want a banana, we would say yes
Eating carefully not to make a mess
Them bananas taste so great
I knew I wanted more, maybe eight
Slowly chewing making it last
Wanted time to slow down, not so fast
I'd give all my money for all it is worth
Grandmas bananas were the best on earth
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
secrets in grandmas purse
There were hidden depths in Grandma Kates purse.
Children, gathered close when she came to stay, hoping
to partake of some strange or exotic tidbit. Everyone tried
to look nonchalant but were bursting to peer inside.
humbugs with creamy stripes
sen sen in a paper packet
red turkish delight
The rocking chair
With grandmas loving care
The one that's so old I do declare
My how the generations just slip through the air
As each new little one makes its arrival known
They soon find themselves at grandmas home
With the rocking chair and grandmas loving care
Gifted to her as a child many moons ago
Every child comes to know
This rocking chair with her loving care
Lifes tender moments captured in this rocking chair
That has so much flare
Grandma is always willing to share
All the stories about the chair
Easter to Christmas each year
Grandmas little people get to sit in the rocking chair
Where she loves to share a simple prayer
Making them all aware of the memories
That is forever locked in this chair treasures
Being fare all of us that sat in that rocking chair
Will swear the memories are still there
When we compare similar stories that are so rare
Grandma always makes such a big deal
As she made us all feel so special and real
That only fits as grandma always gets
Her pics shes quite slick
As she doesn't miss a click
She likes when little people grow up
But her favorite is when we all get to sit
In the rocking chair with her loving care
Never time to ask why or forget
It won't be long before another will get to sit
In this rocking chair that we will never forget
One day they too will play as grandma treats them
In her special way
When we come to her house to stay
The whole family really does care
About this rocking chair
The times we all shared
With our grandmothers loving care
Sitting in the rocking chair with so much flare
Christmas at Grandma’s
over the river and the thru the woods
it’s damn cold out here even with our hoods
the horse knows the way but he tends to sway
if he drops we won’t be getting away.
next year I will get a two horse sled
it’s not fun with one horse almost dead
so we jingle the bells and secure the straps
laughing all the way with some peppermint schnapps.
oh what fun it is to ride to grandma’s house we go
bringing lots of gifts and a ho ho ho
hope she tossed out her old ragged apron
had to be worn during the Magellan exploration
joy to the world we are finally getting here
came with crackers and some silent night beer
few sips of that and you’re out for the night
too bad, you won’t see Rudolph so bright
oh come all ye faithful to the big hearty dinner
stuffing is homemade , grandma’s prize winner
cranberry sauce running over the sides of my plate
hope when the turkey is carved it won’t deflate.
Hark the angels, the food is being served
grandma sure knows how to stay well preserved
so many years we travel the path for yuletide
we don’t see her often enough due to the great divide.
well dinner is over and the bird won’t squawk no more
looks like it stepped on a mine before hitting the floor
we gathered around the same old rustic tree
must have been made during the war at sea.
Gifts were passed out and grandma served the eggnog
had to be spiked, felt I was in a fog
the walls were rotating with visions of strobe lights
the tabernacle chorus sang Halleluiah & O’ Holy night.
this was the most wonderful visit all these years
I snuck out with three bottles of her secret cheers
grandma, thank you for the wonderful time
we’ll be back next year with another rhyme
If you don't go with the flow,
Then they will kick you,
Out the do'.
If you work like you get no pay,
No one to you will say Hey.
If you work at your job,
As if you work for the Lord,
Even when others make it hard
In front of them you'll get
A huge reward
And they'll look like retards.
So when you punch
Your time card
Say thank You Lord
I could have been
Someone else.
When it's time for lunch
Say thank You Lord
Once more even if
Satan knocked at your do
Because he didn't munch
On your wealth.
Wrote 11-15-10
An open letter to chicks like thee,
You wait until you're nearly sixty-three,
You'll end up talking like me,
You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society,
Fine-thinking women, very snippy,
Got no time for nasties and rudies,
"What's this?" "What's for tea?"
"A plate of good manners from me!"
(And the Dead Grandmas Society!),
A fact of life, real scary,
When you're nearly sixty-three,
Words appear from the clouds, prithee,
You'll sound like the Dead Grandmas Society........
My grandma has always been to me,
the best grandma there ever could be.
She was always head deep in *** ash and steam,
be it baking a cake or sewing a seam.
Our christmas was full of laughter and cheer,
with sprouts by the bucket load and balloons down the stairs.
With grandma there was no shades of grey,
no whys or whats a spade is a spade.
And now shes in heaven with the lord our jesus,
i bet shes telling him what to do, how to please us.
Now theres no better two words that rhyme with pokey, so ill just say ta-ta for now
gran.... Okey Kokey