Angel Grandfather Poems

How does it feel?
It's hard to tell
Sad when I pause
Taking moments to dwell

It's the pearl that is lost
It's the half-empty shell 
It's the un-told story
It's...

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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...

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Knock, knock, scritch, scratch
Who’re banging at the old door?
The other whispers hushly
Give in to the turning knob
The good one is no help

Nameless twins barge in
An...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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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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Grandfather's Gift

There is an angel, 
on a coin, in my pocket. 
My grandfather gave her to me. 
It is a token of affection. 
It is...

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Cake Mix

On the way home, 
I stopped at the store. 
I bought a cake mix, 
yellow, as they were out of 
chocolate and white. 

Yellow...

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Grandma Sews

Some yarn, a bit of ribbon, 
a flour sack, and loads of love... 
these are the materials
that made the dress I wore
the day I...

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I am reliving June 29th, 2014, a warm, happy day.
Four of my grandchildren are here, spending a week.
They are each in a garbage can filled...

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Green Apples

Lovely…
not yet ripe, 
sweet fruit from grandma’s…
most favorite tree. 
She planted it… 
just for me. 

When I was born, 
my mama died. 
It was...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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Growing up with an angel that loved me.
Hovering close,with cane, walking.
Me, on a tricycle to the candy store,
Bright summer days I cannot ignore.

Though decades have...

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Shadow Lights

Have you ever noticed? 
When you sit your hands upon the keys. 
If you close your eyes, 
just right...
not too tight, no peeking, but...

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The Perfect Christmas Gift

In a small bag, 
made of paper, 
the color of gold, 
old not new...
The handwritten letters, 
of a handful of kids, 
left...

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