Grandfather Birthday Poems | Examples
These Grandfather Birthday poems are examples of Birthday poems about Grandfather. These are the best examples of Birthday Grandfather poems written by international poets.
Perpendicular!
another year in his grace
paralleling love
in all his seasons
engaged in labors of love
the teacher's teacher:
hey! just look at me!
flowering at 83
blooming in glory!
A fatherless boy with a motherless son, wrote stories of nature to please everyone.
Stories from the meadow, stories from the sea, native son of Sandwich, we come to honor thee.
Five generations, of his family tree, native son of Sandwich, we come to honor thee.
He was my papaw and he was my father's dad.
When he died in 1994, it was both tragic and sad.
If Papaw had survived, he would be celebrating his birthday.
If he hadn't died, he would've become 100 years old today.
He was born on July the 28th of 1923.
Today he would've lived for a century.
When Papaw took some medication, he became very sick.
He died six days after his birthday because he was allergic.
Dad was hurt by Papaw's death and so was I.
It's always painful to learn that a grandparent is going to die.
[Dedicated to Burley R. Johnson (1923-1994) who died on August 3, 1994]
Dean's First Birthday
By Franklin Price
02/15/2023
Today is Dean's first birthday
He just got here a year ago
The son of Bell and Dalton
To carry on the Perry show
For four generations now
Including baby “D”
Boy's, there have been only
I write them here for you to see
His great grandpop is Danny
Darren is his Grandpop's name
Dalton is his father
Dean now carries on the game
No one knows if it will go
Into generation five
Dean's just barely walking
Has only one year, been alive
He's speaking his own language
He'll be speaking English soon
His teeth are now appearing
Feeds himself with fork and spoon
Before we know, he's off to school;
Will read and write, arithmetic
Will drive a car and be our star
Those days will be here, oh so quick
He will travel down the road of life
Will become who he will be
We'll find then, if he'll carry on,
And name a son with letter “D”
Happy Birthday Dean!!!
From Pop Pop Frank
great grandfather from
your mother's side of the family
Today is your birthday
A day to celebrate you
And think about you
My dear Grandpa
I may not know you
I may have never known you
but Grandpa
you have a special place in my heart
Grandpa today is a day to shout out the words
Happy Birthday Grandpa
When my uncle married your daughter in 1975, you became his father-in-law.
Your daughter gave birth in 1979 and that was when you became a grandpa.
You lived long enough to see your great-great-grandchild, that's a privilege that many don't receive.
You raised a family and you were a preacher, those were great things that you were able to achieve.
It must have been nice to hold your great-great-grandson.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned ninety-one.
Your life came to an end and you entered the Pearly Gates.
After living a long life, you died at the age of eighty-eight.
You preached the word of God when you became a Reverend.
Today would've been your birthday if your life hadn't come to an end.
[Dedicated to Eugene Williams (1931-2020) who died on October 1, 2020]
A boy with a toy, a girl with a curl
each more precious than a necklace of pearls
Birthday boy's face all covered with cake
blew out the candle, then took a break
Mommy is hopping from kitchen to table
Dad's helping too, as much as he's able
But grandma and grandpa are the stars of the show
Playing 'Happy Birthday to You' on dueling banjos
Grandpa and his sister, Aunt Jay,
born on the same day —
not twins, yet
they departed the earth’s way
within days
of each other.
Today is Grandpa’s birthday —
how many years I don’t know.
He left his body in his seventies
and it’s been so and so
many years ago.
Aunt Jay, I remember her farm,
her kids I knew later in their lives —
the stories they would give,
precious about my mom and her twin,
sitting pretty, as a play they would spin.
Mom tells me today, on a call,
“It’s my daddy’s birthday,” and all.
The years melt away trespasses and tears,
kin imperfect, but loved above all.
I remember Aunt Jay, in passing,
but Grandpa is Grandpa — mine.
He loved my daughter when she was nine.
One time she sat upon his lap, his heart
melted, mine too — a sign
also of his love for me.
Grandpa carried tobacco in his cheeks,
helped in chores for the people on his street.
I’d see him once, twice a year —
memories are dear.
He’d be up on a ladder painting his house,
on the porch chatting it up with mama’s spouse
or watching a small t.v. and handing us kids
a silver dollar — no one was watching,
as if he was Santa. Well...he acted the part.
5/8/2020
As I sit here with our grandson
and gaze upon your headstone, hon,
I lay a bouquet of white and pink roses
for your birthday, now calm, my heart reposes.
Happy Birthday my dear husband,
father,
and
grandfather.
We love and miss you.
Wish you were still with us.
10/14/2019
I really just wanted to tell you Happy Birthday
You would have been 72 years old today
Even though we miss you day by day
You're still in our hearts every step of the way
Ive told you Happy Birthday for 24 years before now
Figuring out a way to send this to the heavens to you somehow
Because on this day each and every year
Ill look up to the sky and you'll hear
Screaming out through the clouds
Happy Birthday and I miss you so loud
There's still not a day that I don't think about you
WIshing I could just tell you this like I used too
But I know in my heart there will be some way
This will get sent to you on this day
I just really wish I could kiss you on the cheek and say
I love you Grandpa and have a wonderful Birthday
11/14/45-06/20/17
The Old Oak Tree
Standing tall with your roots 6 feet under
You have survived and thrived for 8 decades
Your branches still growing all the while knowing
The good Lord blessed you with every birthday
Throughout time you withstood the winds and the rain
Suffered through droughts, yet you still remain
Seeing the forest for the trees from the owl to the bee
These days, trees like you are an endangered species
All of your rings, clothed by bark you’ve reaped over the years
Tell stories of a history filled with sunny days, fallen leaves, & sap-filled tears
You’ve stood tall through days of war, unrest, and protest
You’ve seen man fly past your highest peak on to fortunate and fateful quest
You’ve heard of the gentrification of your kind for wealth’s sake
You’ve dealt with wise owls, lazy dogs, and all types of snakes
Yes, down through the years you were and are the guiding landmark
Husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather you are a true patriarch
A tree of knowledge and wisdom but with fruit that is a blessing
A tree of life with love ever manifesting
So, on this special day with our hearts all aflutter
we will all become a tree hugger.
Thirteenth Birthday
I picturize my thirteenth birthday through memory glass
My grandpa matured my dream with a shiny black bicycle
Thrilled for I would now be able to ride like other friends
Grandpa held the cycle as I capered along with him
I was taken to a huge ground where the soldiers paraded
My cheeks were glowing red hot when I was taught to cycle
I tremblingly held the handle of my pricelesss gift
Quickly I put my foot on the right pedal then on the left
And sat on the seat pedalling flying faster than the wind
The speed was thrilling as I crossed impossible milestones
Onlookers smiled to see the teen's two ribboned plaits flying up
Felt like a star shooting in the sky as I zoomed around
My heart ringing louder chimes echoed in the whistling wind
My wave to grandpa in cinematic charismatic style
Made me lose balance and down I lay in a plumpy heap
November 6, 2015
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From the distance shores of the Niger
I have come, O good friend
With glittering 'Ola ocha and ola edo' from our ancient river
As precious presents to you my good friend
From the treasury fold of my grandfather
O friend, I brought these these olas in honor of our friendship
As time's feet crawl and crawl little further
O friend I pray the sea of life spares your sailing ship
Here from the dark hole of my oil-rich black field
O friend I wire prayers across the Atlantic Ocean
As your birthday balloons dance in the open field
O friend may God package more glorious years with passion
Dedicated to Debbie Guzzie.
Note: ola ocha and ola edo are silver and gold in Igbo tribe in West Africa
Niger is the biggest river in Nigeria
I have said this before and must continue saying it. Among the wonderful people on earth Deb is the best. This is the least I can offer on her birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEB!