Food 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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Remember when grandma would boil the eggs?
There were no fancy color kits to buy.

She used crushed berries for the royals, purple and blue,
tea or coffee...

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The village we live
It is what we call granny’s place
Because we think we are to classic for the village,
Talk of the village and see one’s...

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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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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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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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Yum!
Sugars and butter -
cream them together.
White and brown mix ‘round.
Flour, salt, baking powder,
vanilla…fond scent…
add chips, scoop, wait - while they bake.

choc’late chip cookie
broke in half...

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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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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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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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smell from the grandma's kitchenette
that fills the whole abode
my little heart and my hungry tummy too
Pithas or Rice-cakes
this are native legacies
wrapped with fondness
served on english...

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Through the years they worked their spells
     From drawers and cupboards, taking things
       That through...

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First the ride (with kids' CDs)
Then supermarket (mini-cart);
Buying lots of food to please 
Then snacks and playground, for a start.

Books and Curious George on tape,
Dinner,...

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My sons and daughters
You sing no song of daylight 
For the sun is your enemy
You sing instead of shadows and darkness 
And the memories of...

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