Health Grandchild Poems

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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this or any other grandchild
should not have
to remember
his last visit
with grandpa
wearing a sterile mask
over his face
smile concealed
grandpa not allowed
to get close enough
for the traditional bear...

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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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I must tell you of a yarn 
About the Prince’s barn 
It sits on a hill 
Overlooking an area where there was so much kill...

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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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My mother's mother and I were very close.
We needed each other
in diversely validating ways.

She needed to know
experience
hear and see and feel and touch
a healthier love...

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I remember Grandpa Bobby always had to have his Pepsi.
Twelve pack upon twelve pack.
He somehow manages to drink them all.
He needed to cut back,
But I'm...

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Earlier this year an earthquake happened.
It was either during the late night or sunless morning.
The shaking of the earth woke me from slumber.
Only my mother...

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Once upon a time
I was merely prescient
in genes and blood
and air and water
and other ingestions
and digestions
of our ancestors.

Among these were Elders
who may have stopped along...

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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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Sometimes it feels easier to throw my younger generation
in with my older generation
and walk away,
as quickly as possible,
without drawing undue attention to my own eagerness
to...

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