Best Granny Poems

Granny had a yellow cat Matty Sand-arum
                       She was fond of Cherry Blossom and bubblegum
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(to the tune of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" from the musical "Mary Poppins")


When grandma got her mobile phone
At first she struggled so,
But when she reached new milestone
She couldn’t let it go.
She face-timed everyone all day
In her town and abroad;
She simply had a lot to say,
Got neither vexed or...

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I am the crocheting granny,
the one who carries ample hooks
within a floral bag and yarn-a-plenty,
making baby blankets from how-to books.

I am the crocheting granny,
who looks forward to learning new stitches,
creating patterns of colorful design,
until I stumble upon some glitches.

I am the crocheting granny
who frequents all...

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So, granny, they tell me you died yesterday
i wish i could have known you better,
i wish i knew the stories you had,
of love and loss, of joy and sorrow,
I could sit for hours, listening, and learning
A sweet old lady, with a long history, how beautiful...

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Folks say his mother used to read
Stories of ancient warriors indeed,
To give birth to a child as brave
As a legend beneath a historic grave.

'Achilles'- She used to call her son
And he grew up, fascinating like none,
Granny still zealous, planted ardor aboard
His mother gifted him a...

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Life is plainly, totally, undeniably, unfair!
Looking in the mirror I screamed, “who stole most of my hair?”
I was never Rapunzel, a svelte heroine, locked in a tower,
But who dare turned me into Quasimoto’s twin, short and dower?

How can I go dancing with my silver amour,...

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Granny tries rap
Wears ballcap back
"Yo Pap you dap"...

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When the apple dropped on Sir Newton's bean,

   He cursed naughty words making quite a scene!

      He was somewhat placated,

         When to him 'twas related,

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A granny I might be

A granny I might be
But I can always see
My hair is growing grey
My shape is quite okay

I still love my fashion
I guess it’s still my passion
I always look quite smart and dressy
And very rarely I look messy.

I’m older, but I'm still...

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He starts singing songs of Ireland and we are home in a jiffy
"What's a jiffy," my mother wonders
"Guess  where we went Granny?"
"I don't know but I have a feeling you are gonna tell me," answers my grandmother
"And Don't call me Granny!"
"We went to church...

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Oh granny, how I wish I'd known you.
 All i have is a frame,
 your face lay within, clean and still, I stare;

Your thick, black hair and drowsy eyes, 
Frowned lips wrinkled, a smile to see I wish,
Your failing skin brown and dull and creased,...

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Standing by her hospital bed, I didn’t feel the pain
Instead, I felt sorrow that she looked so very frail
Like a rose that’s been sitting in a vase far too long
Slowly losing petals that leave it looking like death
And I knew that it was her time...

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Mornings, light and smiling
Coffee brewing, black
Meat frying in a cast iron skillet
Grease, flour and milk, stirred together
Gravy poured over steaming biscuits
Granny’s breakfast – typically
Grown to life from a wood cookstove

Noon, gentle sunshine
Picking cornfield beans, breaking
The beans and then washing them
Placing them into a vessel, a...

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Mama and Granny
Herded children through the kitchen
Out the screen door, to the yard
Where we wouldn’t be underfoot

Cousins all brown from summer
Sun baking soft skin and erasing
The loneliness of winter from 
Hillbilly faces – cotton topped
Tresses white since birth, curled

Mama and Granny
Yelling loudly from the kitchen
“it’s...

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She sat on her front porch swing,
Moving backwards and forwards,
As a heavy bag of cornfield beans
Sat next to her, awaiting stringing

I sat on the floor, engrossed in words
That colored her a soft blue and purple
Colors of whispers that linger inside
Smiling from their wise hues of...

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