Water Granddaughter Poems

“Conversation with my eight year old Granddaughter twenty one years ago.
She is still different and I still have the famed four leaf clover” ~~The Poet~~


It’s...

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I am Misti--, didn't get it?
Misti(sweetness) is my name,
My grandmother gave me that
Honor, I'm too grateful.
I'm going to 8 months
This November soon,
My limbs are
Not properly...

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terrible two
is a ninja turtle
she spins her 
little play broom 
like a fighting stick 
and charges 

grandpa shark
faints and dodges
she reels back
gives him a whack
and...

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I like the smell of rain 
That permeates my nose 
a little time before  miraculously fat drops 
start falling on my head .
They bring...

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Date:   April  2045
 
An excellent April afternoon blooming.
Damali is now 19 years old this
Day. Damali was thinking of his future 
Stretched out...

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moon’s tears do not pour
They trail out on top of the water
why do they not go in? asks grandchild
Gram loves it that he thinks she...

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wind wisps dark locks
from her brow
green eyes gaze 
across 
saguaro spiked slopes 
over 
sticks and stucco 
where once was a river 
and corn grew tall
her...

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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Ribbons

Thoughts are flowing
like water passing under the bridge. 
There are rivulets that form ribbons... 
of greater meaning found in the lower reaches. 
There is where...

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Not quite herself, her forehead hot;
it seems she has thrown up a lot.
And so she’s come to stay with me,
exposing me to what she’s got.

The...

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grandpa’s pride on the water
sitting by the dock of the bay
barely lassoed, relaxed and happy

reflecting calm waters
not a breeze in sight
worries dissipate

catfish smell
a slumbering peacefulness
I...

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We slowly walked along the beach, granddaughter and me,
in silence, save for the distant roaring of the sea.
At times, she ran ahead, dancing, skipping on...

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Not long ago when the summers seemed warmer and the winters were whiter. When the trees grew crown of leaves bright, a transparent green. Then...

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My thumb crushes the soft clay, pushing a single fingerprint into the malleable surface.
I take the clay into my hands, rolling it into a ball,...

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What's your name LeiNah what's your last name Williams who am I Papa
What's your name come here talk to me(sounds of high pitch screaming from...

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