Grandfather Caregiving Poems

The shadow cast by twilight's breath,
A tale transpire, of life and death.
A refuge boy, adrift and torn,
From distant lands, in agony borne.

To Italy's shores, he...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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“SILENT ONE” – inspired poem
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Musicians unite for a cause, no cause celebre
But small nursing homes not on maps, or Frail Care facilities -
Magically coaxing ancient...

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The Names of Angels

Caren, 
Sharon, 
Joy, 
Mary and Lee...
Do not fear, 
the names here, 
and you will see.

There are more, 
there are others, 
you know...

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Such Tenderness
by Michael R. Burch

for the mothers of Gaza

There was, in your touch, such tenderness—as
only the dove on her mildest day has,
when she shelters downed...

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Horny Toads

Grandpa knew everything, 
that was needed to be known, 
always. 

I stayed every summer, 
from the time before I remember, 
until the time I...

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Biobab ever sits unable to stand but a tree.A broad trunked,huge like rocks,from silk-cotton family fruiting for paper,cloth and rope suiting.
 
Bab is gate in...

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Yikes, aside from mental
     health re: psychotherapy,
     which haint the worse
cyst phase of being
   ...

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The Key

Ever have a day or moment you knew was
 a milestone? A day you Felt as a person that
 you had moved on? Today...

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dying grandfather
child of hot rods and whiskey
unsure bellowing at nurses
defines a life of loudness,
cargiving and alcoholism...

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Ah the lovely seasdie
Ah the lovely seaside

Childhood scents
Salt air, Salty bitter memories

Jacques had turned just seven
He dreamed to walk along the seashore
He dreamed to see...

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FUTURE PLAN!
  -Dharga Nagar Safa

Great grandfather,

Planting a mango tree,

Smiling the grandchild!...

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I have 2 Grandpas.
One a lover of the Lord,
the other, I'm not so sure.

Both, awesome and inspiring men.

For years, they don't even
offer me coffee.

It would...

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His evening’s at hand
For me it’s midday
The world rushed bye
Nothing can stay

Confused and befuddled
He’s still dear to me
As a toddler of two
I bounced on his...

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The poem is dedicated to my Mom..My bestest buddy ever..
               ...

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