Grandfather Poems | Examples of Grandfather Poetry

Knees just don't let grampa bend feet won't let him run Back that will not straighten up some might say he's done But wait...Read More

My grandfather seemed wise with years walking his rural spiritual path in a relentlessly white Christian dualistic church dividing sinful nature from sacred spirit. He counseled: Do not mix religion and politics. I wonder how he would feel about this mix of sacred and profane if he were to...Read More

My Granddad can’t stay on the straight and narrow Robs garden centres with his bow and arrow, Police knew his scheming So now he is screaming Speeding downhill in a plastic wheelbarrow As gramps in his wheelbarrow got...Read More

Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the house My grandpa's fast at work carving a wooden mouse In the spirit of St. Nick he bloomed from his heart And sang holiday cheers and Noel's from...Read More

It’s snowing! It’s snowing! It’s SNOWING! Fire inside the house was toasty and glowing. But the inhabitants were excited sister kittens. All three were too excited to wait for their mittens. They ran outside, getting their fur all...Read More

Together we stayed, He took me in, He embraced me, A son of his troubled daughter, She was saddled with life's changing faces, She was cocooned by its tempest, Cloaked into its midnight, It was an unearthed love and a flowery relationship, As...Read More

A sustained note sounded from across the river Carried on the wind, destined for my ear At first, I felt a shiver running down my spine I heard a note from a solitary bugler so clearly. Suddenly I was...Read More

When my uncle married your daughter in 1975, you became his father-in-law. Your daughter gave birth in 1979 and that was when you became a grandpa. You lived long enough to see your great-great-grandchild, that's a privilege...Read More

I suppose everybody, at a certain age, Wishes they talked to parents more, Wished they learnt a few details of The many generations gone before. Oh I traced the family tree back Over two hundred and fifty years But it’s...Read More

He recently turned one Got his first hair cut blue jeans with pockets. His gait has changed almost as if he knows he’s headed somewhere not now, maybe when he figures out the door latch. He knows there is power in the remote, the...Read More

Bounded Circumscribed Bordered Are stories Imagined Appearing Passed down From past Ages.. Stories which Are freedom Already......Read More

The moth was morose and sad, things had not gone his way. He sat on the mushroom topper, thinking how gray was his day. A grandfather mouse who had seen stuff and been through a lot. Bounded up...Read More

I was eight when she first talked about her mother, Thought she was raised and bred by only her father. I had known her father since I was an infant, Thought while growing up, mother was recalcitrant, I...Read More

I was eight-years-old. Waiting for my twin to finish holding baby David. Grandpa came up and said give me the baby. I said "Grandpa, I have been waiting a long time." Grandpa slapped my face so hard I thought...Read More

I whisper To my grandchildren; “you are my favorite” “don’t tell the others”. They chuckle knowing it is true. John G. Lawless ©8/25/2022 ...Read More