Teacher Grandchild Poems

I will never have a grandchild Mrs. Lee lamented.
How old are your boys? I asked.
Forty-six and forty-eight.
You don’t know that, I said. There is hope.

They...

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Two kids, two grands and four balloons,
The older kid in charge,
Morphed into a balloon class
With the merriment writ large.

Instructions varied: “Use your wrists”
Or “Alternate your...

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Not too much showing off, now grandma.
I smile, showing my gold tooth.
He knows he is in trouble, but his mother could not be shrunk.
Not open...

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All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

(for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.)

Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are

somehow more near

and remind...

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Cartoonist since age four; gave it up at twelve
After spending nine months in the clutches
of the meanest art teacher alive or dead
Did not take it...

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When I was a child, children were chattel, threatened by our parents and our preacher.
We did not even dare whisper a tiny bit of a...

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In the olden days at school the only time we heard squealing in elementary class was when Kitty wore a new hair bow like ours,...

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A smell that ignites some old feeling
A sound that makes your mind roam
A glimpse of the woman who loved me
How I long to take you...

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“Good-bye my daughter dear,” she said
As tears welled up in her eyes
“It’s time for me to go to sleep
This must be no surprise
The good Lord...

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