Death Grandchild Poems

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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As I walk alone 
Through the thickened forest path, 
thinking to myself.
Have I done enough... 
in my life to please the Lord? 
What else can...

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There is a tear in an old wedding dress
Hidden away in a box in the attack,
Covered in cobwebs,
And collecting dust.
The dress is carefully lifted from...

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Diamonds and pearls twinkle in the moonlight,

Lost in a labyrinth of their own design, 

The last of their kind.


I hurry through the maze,

In an futile...

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Joy, it comes to me in so many ways 
But my joyfulness times of all my days 

Are when my grandchildren are here with me...

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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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One Dollar

When I was a kid, 
I worked for every dime I got. 
I folded papers, 
I took out the trash, 
I did dishes, 
washed...

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Before I die, I want my grandchildren to know these things.
Believe in yourself and be your own best friend.
No one else can keep your secrets...

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Found the words to say so now here it goes
I hope you don't mind I'm not very good at Prose
Younger than my mother, yet...

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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 Children II



On Looking into Curious George’s Mirrors
by Michael R. Burch

for Maya McManmon, granddaughter of the poet Jim McManmon

Maya was made in the image...

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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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I was thoughtlessly living my life,
Seeing my loved one's struggle I am at loss of words,
I am so scared of this evil knocking at my...

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Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
								
This poem is dedicated to my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt, who died April 4, 1998.

Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of...

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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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