Tree Grandchild Poems

This August day the air is still, humid, and stale.  The Sunlight's  hot golden rays pour slowly down through the umbrella of tangle...

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From the ancestors
Generations to generations
Lives carry on like new sprouts 
And flourishing like a jungle
Newborns are our hope
Nowadays newborns are totally different
Imbedded in an aircond...

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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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What is the little chair doing on that tree?
What little chair? I have no idea what he means.
He points it out.
Oh, that’s for squirrels to...

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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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Green Apples

Lovely…
not yet ripe, 
sweet fruit from grandma’s…
most favorite tree. 
She planted it… 
just for me. 

When I was born, 
my mama died. 
It was...

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lo those beautiful
grey, green, bronze branches waving
In Autumn's brisk winds
~
prickly stickling hands
pointed toward the skies and lands
wave hi to branches
~

in Autumn's brisk winds
beautiful those bear...

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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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The Mother Tree

I am the mother tree that spawned the seeds of you.
My children, you've grown and branched away from me.
You've married, left home to...

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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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dear grandson and wife

our first great-grandchild will bear...

fourth branch on our tree


Sandra M. Haight


~3rd Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge 3- March 2019 - Senryu
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 03/20/2019...

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the dreaded phone call came before seven on a cold Monday morning
my daughter calmly told me my three grandchildren were in a car crash 
on...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop   ...

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Melina: The Rose in my Heart
A poem of love to my blue-eyed wonderful grand-daughter 
inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom
 
You are the only one, my...

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In the Southwest of Scotland
Marin county Argyle-shire
Extends a narrow mass of land
Known only as Kintyre

A certain mull on which is known
What sea the eye adore
As...

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