Grandfather Poems | Examples of Grandfather Poetry

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 working now, As a little bird fears to fly Into the sky,...Read More

It was the summer of my 16th year. Mother encouraged me to spend part of my summer vacation with Granddad, a self-professed stoic. I reluctantly agreed, for he was a peculiar man. I couldn’t imagine...Read More

terrible two is a ninja turtle she spins her little play broom like numchucks and charges grandpa shark faints and dodges she reels back gives him a whack and he cries like a villain terrible two triumphantly giggles terrible two won't eat anything he makes she demands yummy bunny pasta...Read More

It’s easy to feel old when you get older, little things like aches that linger, work days that feel done after just a few hours, sleep that feels done well before the sun will rise, but being around my 3...Read More

Dear Asia. Under the canopy on an Autumn day, Our hearts beaming with so much to say, We would have walked along the countryside. To take in the beauty of wide open spaces, With smiling faces, we would have taken...Read More

As a child, I loved to watch Grandpa build. His basement workshop, was filled with tools. Tools hanging on every wall, wood neatly stacked in a pile. Grandpa worked for hours each day, filling his...Read More

constipated bad finally when poo came out~ it was so smelly....Read More

Strong, in some ways – Reflecting the old times, the old days, Like a moment inspired by light, Suggesting the beauty of a smile, Echoing truth in every movement, Exposing the wonder of a heart… Who is laughing, dancing like leaves Of...Read More

Dear Asia. I was awakened in the middle of the night with you on my mind. By the time the clock struck 12:40 AM, the tears had already appeared. Before I could wipe those wet-drops away, three words...Read More

In the two days since my arrival, Granddad and I exchanged only a few predictable, cursory words. “You sleep okay?” Granddad asked. Although his silent house had kept me awake, I respectfully replied, “Yes sir. I did,”...Read More

When I was a little girl, Granddad and I spent many summer evenings together sipping lemonade and swinging back and forth on his vintage metal porch glider. On one such evening, I sat with...Read More

arthritic hands search the fretboard finding chords that hurt the least the old guitar brings a toothless grin then we sneak a sip of whiskey...Read More

Reaching—reaching rivers to the sea, trying to attain wholeness even when the pain of losing you dares to drown me. As your hands grasp mine the waters of warmth struggle to assuage, I witness how your deep blue...Read More

I can hear her choking back tears, soft silent sobs echo through the phone as she tells me “If he were still alive, we’d have been married 50 years today” I sat there in silence on the...Read More

Your eyes are failing It's been a while Although you've got That cheeky smile Their service contract Long expired So grandpa you should Have retired Your speedy legs Once raced the best Now traded plaudits For old string vest You fought and won With strength and...Read More