Butterfly Grandchild Poems

We recently purchased and planted milkweed…not only is it pleasing to the eye
but we had the intention, with the milkweed, of attracting monarch butterflies.

We planted...

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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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Light footed faeries in subtle tans accompany Suzette.
Subtly playing Mozart-like melodies on their flutes.
Two playing cards, on the rim of her bonnet, giggling.

Blue butterflies with...

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Baking
a homely smell
drifts from my small kitchen
Hungry eyes, and tiny fingers 
ready
to grab sweet chocolate cookies 
still warm from the oven
Hope they save one
for me!

Let...

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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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Butterfly, My Love

You have hair like golden silk. 
You laugh like clear water running over stones. 
Your eyes, they are the color of the sky,...

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Grandpa

Father of the age, know'er of everything, 
I need to know before the age of six… 
Including all about God. (and teaching me to pray)

Thank...

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Grandma

My hands hesitate here… hovering over the keyboard…
Numb, hard to make do as I ask…
This should be happy, 
but I am…
crying.

I miss her. 

She smoked...

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Bird Seed

The power of a small kindness,
can never be overstated....

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Without you the house seemed so quiet
ended now is the wait
laughter fills in and kills the quiet 
come let me hug you, long was the...

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For our Granddaughter-Fayth-

You came to us from the island and you brought
 
to us a youthful innocence-filled with adventure-

a life that measures the earth with...

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little hands clap
at first sighting
of a butterfly

little face smiles
at first sighting
of a sunflower

little fingers wriggle
at first sighting
of a centipede

little arms flap
at first sighting
of an eagle

little...

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My grandson fingers his brain

He sings and listens to it but mainly clings
He prods and jabs it

His thoughts are drawn to where he is pointing
They...

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