Angel Grandchild Poems

I`m drowning
            drowning
           ...

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born into this world  
                   this
magnificence...

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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Grandfather's Gift

There is an angel, 
on a coin, in my pocket. 
My grandfather gave her to me. 
It is a token of affection. 
It is...

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sometimes you must listen to the children,
to the sweet words they lisp and say,
when age old wisdom has lost its lantern,
their innocence can guide your...

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Eyes shimmer sky-kissed blue.
Cheeks whisper a rosy hue.
Smiles and laughter breakthrough,
When we play fun peekaboo.

Lips create Cupid’s bow.
Hair sun-kissed strawberry flow.
Sense of calm rests below,
As...

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Green Apples

Lovely…
not yet ripe, 
sweet fruit from grandma’s…
most favorite tree. 
She planted it… 
just for me. 

When I was born, 
my mama died. 
It was...

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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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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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Joji Varghese Kuncheria
My Cutie Pie

My granddaughter is a cutie pie,
Who goes all around the house,
Turning everything upside down,
And keeping us all on our toes.

I do...

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Mental Health
aka Crazy

The very topic is inclusive of the word, 
that haunts our every step from birth;
until our last breath. 

Fear has no power except...

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Drawn on Paper

The small house, mostly quiet.
No one up. 
No one to notice anything. 
Things just happened.
Magic.

Lights sparkled…
from no where.
The soft sound,
of angel wings,
busy.
 
The...

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My heart is full at this moment 
Richly pleased of the bestowment. 
No empty spots, there is nothing 
More I need to be just beaming.
My...

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The mute old drunk had gotten lucky the day before - a stranger had taken pity on him at the bridge, (under which he and...

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the dreaded phone call came before seven on a cold Monday morning
my daughter calmly told me my three grandchildren were in a car crash 
on...

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