Spring Granddaughter Poems

Baby GG is in the house
Born in beautiful month of March
Between winter and spring
No snow was on the dry grass
Gorgeous buds were emerging
And a new...

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“I’m going to give you the same gift,” her grandma told her on her 7th birthday, 
“that my grandma gave to me.”  
Then she...

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Thirteen is a baker’s dozen,
Or a scary Friday night.
Missing in an elevator,
Or a 12-year-old’s delight.

Rite of passage from a tweener,
Cooler in so many ways.
Does it...

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Our youngest grandchild turns 16 today…I know you must be shook…
the fact that she’s 16 years old…means I‘m much older than I look!

Her birthday elicited...

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Elsa, My Brown Eyed Granddaughter 
by Edmund Siejka

Even when you were a little child
Your watchful eyes 
Saw everything
Missed nothing
Your baby laugh was infectious
And rightfully so
Because...

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Poems about Children


The Desk
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same desk
where you sit now, and...

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Family Poems

Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you...

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I took my granddaughter to a park…and as I watched her running to and fro
I wondered what advice I could give her…you know…advice to help...

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Precious Preemie (Alouette)

Precious little lass
Time will come to pass
When your preemie days have gone.
As spring flowers bloom
You'll be blooming soon
As you grow with every dawn.

Mommy...

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Oh little one, how soon you'll be
In turbulence of puberty.
I will hold tight your days of youth 
And share with you my honest truth 

That...

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For our Granddaughter-Fayth-

You came to us from the island and you brought
 
to us a youthful innocence-filled with adventure-

a life that measures the earth with...

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A Three-Year Old Teaches Joy

The singers start their festive, upbeat song, words ringing out.
	Their jubilant voices fall upon my restless waiting ears.
Hearing her grandmother's voice...

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little hands clap
at first sighting
of a butterfly

little face smiles
at first sighting
of a sunflower

little fingers wriggle
at first sighting
of a centipede

little arms flap
at first sighting
of an eagle

little...

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“A Missive To My Granddaughters”


My dearest girls,

How can I begin to tell you 
how much your smile warms my heart,
or the enrichment that penetrates my...

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I wake to the sounds of laughter and lively music (jazz, I think) flowing free from the empty tenement down the hall. The smooth harmonies...

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