Christmas Grandchild Poems

Who’s the lady in the picture Papa Keanu?

“Her name is Pele, Mililani.  The fire goddess of Hawaii.”  

“My middle name, Aiden means (little...

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I loved the ebon-walk, past the twinkling houses of Christmas,
talking with my grandson- pointing, pondering, spending time.
Much better than spending cash, the ka-ching’s in kin-register.

With...

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Christmas in hot humid July,
No clouds seen in the bluest sky.
I shop and buy and cannot stop,
From one shop to another shop.

Why? My three-year-old grandson
Who...

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it tastes like christmas
a tiramisu moment
critique by age five 

where is the popcorn
we all pretend to look
but it chokes grandma

It sounds like santa
jingle bells rocking...

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Home sweet home on Christmas day.
Children and grandchildren
come, but not to stay

Home smells of pumpkin spice,
gingerbread cookies,
ham and turkey in the oven
Yeast rolls rising,
flickering cinnamon...

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Grandma's vanilla cake with brown sugar topping cannot be duplicated.
My sister and I used to help her bake it for the holidays
Not only was it...

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It was going to be the best Christmas of the most spectacular, magnificent Christmases in the world.Certainly, the best one we had ever seen, for...

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This is very close to a true story...


My wife and I were sitting in a real old high school gym, halfway up the bleachers, at...

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‘Twas December, two thousand two;
Christmas, of course, and my main thought -
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.

With a broken leg, I’m in a stew, ...

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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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A childhood cradled in a mother’s arms. 
Like a sunrise aglow with hope and promise,
Nudging us to awake, our spirit charms. 
Bringing life from soil...

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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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