Granddads Poems - Poems about Granddads

A mop of white hair Over a young old face A pair of laughing eyes Locked in a different place As he tells his grandchildren Tales of his youth Each one guaranteed to be Ninety percent of the truth. He talks of a million years ago, Really just nineteen sixty two, And they look at him in The way grandchildren do. He tells of his adventures Of...

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Granddads Little Girl This first day of the New Year, May I whisper something in your ear To wish you a very bright life, As a baby, as a child, as a wife, To tell you to stick this in your mind, Be wise, be generous, be kind, Be good with your father and mother, Be always devoted to...

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A Granddads love will never end, it does not yield it does not bend. Through time of good and times of bad they can rely on Granddad. He is always there to mend their toys to make them laugh and bring them joy. He reads them stories and plays their games and never ever mixes up their names. A...

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In my quiet times I often try, To remember places I've been. To recall folk I have passed by, And sights that I have seen. There is nothing wrong with my mind, Sometimes my memory is quite refined. I think it's filled over many a year, With so much junk, nothing seems clear. So, I made up my mind to write it all...

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Granddads’ Secret Love The Pendulum of time is like the Pendulum of love, Anchored in the being that is you Your makeup tears hide the fading belle, who once danced down the Champs -elysees But I too dwell on the past, for time has vandalised my youth too, My mind no longer curious for what lies on the other side...

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“My grandfather was strong and mighty, till he died at age of ninety. The clock then stopped to run no more. Then one of my relations wrote a song, sung for generations. I think of it more and more: “My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf, So it stood ninety years on the floor. It was taller by half...

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The night was dreadfully dreary, his body old and weary In his bed did hear he— a sound so full of fright. With bolt-upright attention, his breath held in suspension, He sat in self-detention on the bed. His eyes were wide, not seeing, while in the darkness being Perplexed in fright from a sound heard in the night. “Why did I...

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In South Africa during the Boer War Granddad got the key of the door In France during World War 1 He lay wounded when the day was done He could have met a very bloody end But for the bravery of his friend So he lived to fight another day instead And died an old man in his own bed...

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