Granddaughter Poems | Examples of Granddaughter Poetry

Emma, Empress of Unicorn Empire, esprit de corps of elementary school, expeditious at exaggerating expression, eagerly extending empathy of enormous embrace, endless enthusiasm, exuberant existence. Deacon, Duke of derring-do, diligently, doggedly daily to delightful displays of dauntless daredevil, destruction, determined gamer, droll demeanor, dearly dedicated to devouring desserts, Dad's double, diplomat of Dreamland....

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He reflected on the life he had lived Staring out the window watching his kids with his grandkids They were his greatest gifts He also felt this quiet melancholy of putting them in a position To survive In a world filled with racists He hoped they would outlive him He hoped he would end up in a casket...

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“Are you okay?” They ask me as my grandfather gets ripped from his bed. “Are you okay?” They ask me as i acfively watched my grandfather die. “Are you okay?” They ask me after seeing tears streaming down my face. “Are you okay?” “Am i okay?” What even is “okay”. What do i have to feel to be “okay”. This question...

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My grandmother's hands knew things mine have forgotten, how to make bread rise, how to hem a dress so it would last. She saved everything: buttons in mason jars, stories in the space between stirring and serving, love in the way she said my name. This is what we lose when we move too fast, the slow art of remembering,...

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I'm a baby. I move constantly. Amazingly constantly. And I flutter hard. Amazingly hard. Why? Because I'm rehearsing. I'm rehearsing moving like I mean it. I'm rehearsing being strong like oak trees. I'm rehearsing dancing like butterflies. I'm rehearsing for rolling. I'm rehearsing for sitting. I'm rehearsing for crawling like little explorers. I'm rehearsing for walking like big kids. My...

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As years go by the more I think About how one minute I was 5 and now I'm 28, You watched me grow always been by my side, Now to think your still here making sure we get by, Working, and working hard for our family to thrive, To think you are our rock, Your like our glue that sticks us...

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A Daughters Gift In life’s grand play, a gift came not just once, But twice, in forms of joy and tiny feet. Two stars, my granddaughters, my heart’s response, A blessing, twice over, and oh so sweet. From you, my child, they came, a mirrored pair, Reflecting back our past, our love, our ties. In their bright eyes, I see your...

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i miss the way she looked at me i miss the way she held my hand i miss the softness of her cheek i miss the games and girlish laughter i miss the passion in her day i miss the time she'd spend with me i miss the years cruelly stripped away i miss most the things she had to teach me but...

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At twenty weeks they saw the light— two daughters Esme Teresa and Elle Norma wombed in delight— before the room ...

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Opa John The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like silver wire "Do you see it?" I ask her my voice a splintered cello "The train, Ellie—the one that carries us westward past the edge of the world where Cronus grinds his teeth and...

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My sweetest granddaughter Dear, My Dear! I love you most my child : Am I clear ! You have won my whole heart since a kid. gradually turning smart indeed. ...

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I heard your exciting news today A brand new baby on the way Congratulations to you and your man I’m so delighted to be a great gran Your mum is happy, she waited a while And ecstatic dad has a permanent smile But remember my dear this is not a toy It’s real live baby, girl or boy. Have you thought...

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Aarohi, it took me so long to meet the tiger inside me. It took me so long to let the sparrow inside me go. Now that I can sing out like a thunderstorm, I hope that you can hear the determination you come from; I hope you know that you are not a limitation. You are the fearless agent prowling in the...

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When Aarohi smiles the whole world brightens. Her face lights up like the first morning sun breaking through clouds. Her cooing sounds softer than whispers, gentler than rain on summer leaves, weave stories only hearts can hear. I watch her laugh and time stands still. The universe pauses, breathless, to listen. In those eyes I see everything that matters: innocence, wonder, the pure joy of being. Her smile heals what words cannot. Her coos remind us of the...

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If I were a dewdrop, I'd wish I were a blossom. If I were a blossom, I'd wish I were a butterfly. If I were a butterfly, I'd wish I were a dewdrop. Where does all the wishing end? In a little house, where there is golden honey light, a wind-kissed garden, some star-woven lullabies, and Grandmother, laying the tapestry of...

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