To watch and see a grandchild shine
In a performance is to feel
Like shouting, “Yes, that one is mine!”
Of course his talents do appeal.
It’s hard to be objective, but
We want our grandkids to do well.
Still, if they aren’t great, my gut
Would let me know. (Though, would I tell?)
Not everybody who performs
In sports or some way on the stage
Will rise up way about the norms
And with the audience engage
Except within subjective eyes,
Which always think that they’re the best.
The future, though, holds the surprise
Of who will leave the world impressed.
Little one, you may never have known me,
but I’ve loved you since the day you were born.Though time and distance keep us apart, my heart was always with you,
in every step, in every tomorrow.
I was a woman who lived with love,
and my greatest joy was my family.
Your smile, your laughter, your future
were dreams I carried long before you arrived. Even though I couldn’t hold you in my arms, I held you in my heart — always.
I may be gone from this world,
but my love for you will never fade.
I watch over you from Heaven,
with a heart full of pride, as you grow, learn, and become the man
you are meant to be.
Be kind, be strong, be true,
and never forget how loved you are.
You carry a piece of my soul,
and I’ll always be your biggest cheerleader, from above.
Life may have taken me from your side,
but it could never take the love I have for you. You are my grandson, my forever joy,
and I will always be with you —
in every moment, in every dream, in every heartbeat.
Love always,
Your Nana ??
By Shawn Muñoz
Mother Earth seems at times motionless as it spins and tilts.
We cannot see the wind as it blows by.
Just as the blood that flows through our veins.
These are things we cannot see that seem to be motionless.
Some of us have our arms and legs but cannot seem to move.
Just like a deer that stands in the road that wants to run but is motionless too.
Yet each and every one of us thinks that we are moving at a high rate of speed.
Who's to say what is moving and what is more. In just the time that you have read or heard this were you moving or were you motionless?
I feel the plea of your heart, Baby, the tears inside you.
Pain gnaws at you, fear invades you, the cold darkness of the night.
My hand clings to yours, I’m here, my little laughing sun.
My Baby, I’m here, I love you with all my being, diamond of my life.
Your courage shows in your silences, not a single complaint, my sweet angel.
You are fragile and so strong at the same time, my hopes and doubts are here.
Our eyes meet, love shines without a word, everything is gentle and wise.
My arms tighten around you to feel your presence, Baby of mine.
Then I turn my head, my eyes mist over, you are my light.
My heart tightens and my legs grow numb, but I pray.
My words will never say it well enough, or say it poorly — I am proud of you.
My fears, my turmoil, my pleas… oh my little one.
Night gives way to another day, you open your eyes, already smiling.
That beautiful smile of yours — I caress your fingers, you’re here, always here, Baby.
A tender kiss on your hand, my throat tight, I hear myself say it.
Hope, again hope — I want it for you, my love, my Baby.
Joël Charvillat
To see this village, search for its wrinkles
Look to the bubbies, who first brought forth life
to the zaydes, who polish their words of Torah ‘til they twinkle
Bubby’s hands may be calloused from
Pesach cleaning, polishing every chalice
Zayde’s body bent from work by day
and relentlessly studying the nights away
But watch their wrinkles break out
as a thousand voices joyously shout
Mazeltov!! Congratulations all around
on their 50th grandchild – count 'em –
Welcome him to bubby and zayde’s little town…
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'bubbies' - Yiddish for 'grandmas'
'zaydes' - Yiddish for 'grandpas'
Mazel-tov - Congratulations
My grandma took us
on a field trip today.
To learn how
donuts are created.
Me, the engineer,
was fascinated,
watching the bakers
at their work
My little brother
on the other hand,
was just here
to have dessert.
I took my grandkids
on a field trip today
to learn how
doughnuts are made.
My little engineer
was fascinated,
watching the bakers
at their work.
Her little brother,
on the other hand,
was just there
to have dessert.
my granddaughter is the prettiest kitten than ever was
her fur is gorgeous, her eyelashes a dream, full of fuzz
she will dazzle your eyes out, she is so pretty Grandma Cat would boast.
I thought she was exaggerating until I saw her; she was the utmost!
Invisible, you are, but always, there,
as your sands, fall steadily, grain by grain,
while callow youths forget you without care,
you tick off days of happiness and pain.
Each moment, and each tiny grain of time,
as it goes from the future to the past,
can only fall, and never can it climb,
as those bygone days cannot be recast.
While your slim waist, but one grain will allow,
soon the last one's grim outcome will be wrought,
as I approach the closing, final "now",
I find solace in a comforting thought.
My grandchild's birth is coming soon and then,
hourglass, you'll be flipped over once again.
He was old, so old. Not just old, but archaic, ancient. In his seventies when I was born… and I remember, his face well worn. We shared a feeling, the two of us. A feeling, a family, a faith in our heart. He was old and I was young. Together, we found the wonder of love. Love built on the sharing of ice cream cones. The love built on knowing that chestnuts were best consumed after they’d been roasted in Granny’s old wood stove. A love built on knowing that Granny knew more than she should. And the time would come when we’d feel better on the porch than we could in any room. Together we shared a feeling, a family, a faith. Faith in each other and faith in God’s amazing grace. Faith in the old spring’s water. Faith in the hay God made. Faith in Granny’s garden. Faith in Jesus, the Way. He was old, older than I knew. Him and me found a purpose in planning our days and we’d agree, life would never be the same after he passed away. His light, though, would remain, to brighten the way with truth. The truth that tells me, he was my proof that there is good in this world and there is love, too.
too old to say no
he was a living legend
offering me hope
I didn't cry when i heard
honestly I didn't react
I dont feel i truly understood
What was meant by that
Even now months after the news
I still don't shed a single tear
Your taking this so well im told
Yet all i crave is to talk to you
But the time for that has passed
I remember the times we had
Both the joyful and sad
Little one, your impending birth is bittersweet
for how can I be filled with joy
as you make your grand entrance
into a country misled by greed and power?
I eagerly awaited your gender reveal
and remain terrified of what the next four years will reveal
as the American people
lose their jobs, their minds, their lives, their hope
For now, your mother’s womb
offers a cocoon of protection
but what lies in wait once you enter the harsh reality
of this upside-down world where wrong is right?
Where too many adults have become punch-drunk
suckling on the smooth flow of lies
from those in office spouting conspiracy theories
that dribble down their double chins
I wonder and worry what you’ll learn from role models
who boss and bully
eager to tear young babes from their mothers’ embrace
leaders whose evil knows no borders
Yet, I will welcome you with open arms
and do what a bubbe does best
I'l shower you with love hold you tight
calm your fears, dry your tears
Knowing that this too shall pass.
In the Land of the Dragons
my grandfather sleeps -
a place of legends, castles and keeps.
In a magical land of gentle green hills
where new-born lambs frolic still.
Under a carpet of flowers
and the Holy Spirit’s dove
a paradise on earth
mirroring the heavens above.
In the Land of the Daffodils
my grandfather rests
at the old church of St Arthens
by the river Gwynon, that flows under the bridge.
At my grandmother’s side
my grandfather sleeps
together again, united in peace.
In the land of the bards,
where giants once roamed
back in the place,
the place, that is home.
Parents-
caring, sharing,
encouraged me always,
respected and loved. Sadly missed
both gone
Husband-
he is my rock
married young, we eloped,
together now for fifty years- still
in love.
Children-
one girl, two boys,
always fun and loving,
fantastic kids, all great adults
so proud.
Grandkids-
one boy, six girls,
bringing so much delight,
always give me a hug and kiss
feel blessed.
My friends-
are like diamonds,
each one a precious gem,
they sparkle in my daily life
true finds.
See, Gram, the minute.
You missed the crawl.
You wanted me to climb
high, but it was cut short.
You see, Gram, look
at my eye. I see them all.
You see none, but
you see me. The whole
tree and nothing but truth.
I’ll not em-bark. I might kill.
At the least, I tremble.
Don’t you see, the little.
Don’t stomp on me.
Don’t cause me to go
on a journey that is already
in progress. The road’s
traveled by ants in the pants;
if I so choose, they’ll digress.
I wonder how many I stomped,
sat upon, made a ruination.
I only know I yelled for help
or whooped it up on the bough.
Let’s take a walk young man.
But, Gram, don’t you see?
We’ve nowhere to go. See
the cracks, see the light.
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