Child Grandchild Poems

Sitting with Winnie

Running from MiMi in polka dots 
Makes me giggle at haughty tots
Who don’t want to use their potty pots.
I’m now thinking of tequila...

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from your first born, when you grab a dusting of talc, crushed with late night feeds, stirring in bouncing and stories on a knee,

adding a...

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Grand is the wisdom of the experienced;
Raging with tears in the rearview mirror.
Anxiety dealt with, sweet dears.
Now listen, grandchildren, revere
Dad and Mom, but fear God...

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The joy of birth, the growing up,
leads us to adore our lovely babies.
But not, alas, without the toils of life.
Because we experience a lack of...

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* For my grandson Makkie - my newest fishing buddy *

            ~

they …

are amazing...

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The swing stands still
The seat is broken
Like my heart
With words unspoken

When other children come to play
I feel like saying "go away"
This swing belongs to a...

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Friday afternoon year 
April 2032 the weather was 
Just right. Damian sought to
Purchase a barrage of a 13
Bicycle collection. It would be
A surprise for his...

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If you have never felt a hug given by a pair of tiny little choppers
Then you have spent life wanting for a hug that's especially...

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Today I was in full grandma-little girl- age eight mode.
I adjust my age to match the grandchild who is visiting.
Today it was Max who will...

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Work roughened hands
Gentle like a heart
Who bends its ear, listening…
Whispering kindness
Coloring the morning songs
In laughter, smiles
Love that abides inside one
Who is more than kind
He is...

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Summer walks wield charm and power.
Dandelion love’s free and wild.
A pick-me-up basic flower -
I find happiness in the child.
     Pandemic bees...

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"Is it rare to see a white wolf Grandpa?"
I stared at the child. Then at my husband.
That depends, Grandpa said. In the house?
The child’s worried...

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Egbert is a strange young lad, he’s neither egg nor bee.
He’s also neither bee nor egg so, what could Egbert be?
He’s bee-ish in an eggy...

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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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What time is it? The child dared to ask.
Her grandfather walked her to the enormous square.
Take a peek, he told her. It’s right there.
She had...

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