Grandfathers Poems - Poems about Grandfathers

Father please speak to my children & grandchildren's heart. In the fourth watch, before their day starts. As they move about throughout their day. Bring believer's alongside them as they make their way. Only those that are walking in Your truth. The elderly with wisdom and passionate youth. From each of their memory, let it not get away. The reason why Jesus...

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I hit post and send my words into this busy, glowing website where I’m fifteen, the youngest voice, surrounded by grandmothers’ stories and grandfathers’ quiet smiles, moms who cheer me on and dads who nod like it matters. I don’t mind being the baby here your words feel softer than home. You read my late-night poems, drop comments like warm blankets, and make me feel safe when...

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My aunt told me a story Which I’d never heard before About her grandpa, which took place Around the Second War. * Some men were playing pinochle, A card game, in the park, With money on the table When, before the sky turned dark Some cops appeared, arresting them, Her grandpa in the mix. He had to go to court, a tale That surely does...

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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 child sick of living, waiting to perish? What good, the warm benevolence of tears without action? What help, the eloquence of prayers, or a pleasant benediction? Before this day is gone, how many more will die with...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers III Success by Michael R. Burch for Jeremy We need our children to keep us humble between toast and marmalade; there is no time for a ticker-tape parade before bed, no award, no bright statuette to be delivered for mending skinned knees, no wild bursts of approval for shoveling snow. A kiss is the only approval they show; to leave us--the...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers II All Things Galore by Michael R. Burch for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr. Grandfather, now in your gray presence you are somehow more near and remind me that, once, upon a star, you taught me wish that ululate soft phrase, that hopeful phrase! and everywhere above, each hopeful star gleamed down and seemed to speak of times before when you...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers I I translated the first six Native American poems for my father when he chose to enter hospice and end his life by not taking dialysis … Cherokee Travelers' Blessing I loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I will extract the thorns from your feet. Yet a little longer we will walk life's sunlit paths...

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My Great-Grandfathers are swapping improbable yarns. It’s a dream of course, the dead that linger close to our own dreams dream also -why would they not? They are telling tall stories to each other, one exaggeration after another, until frankly I am shocked by the outright lies. From time to time, one or other of the old men dismisses a tall-tale with ribald jeers. I get the...

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Madison belonged to my grandfather a decaying house a legacy left by him to me. As I approached her I could see a part of the roof was dangling on one side like a lopsided grin she greeted me. Her body looked poisoned with green moss growing all over The bloodless creepers like veins clung as if...

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Bilum is a type of woven bag in Papua New Guinea (PNG) ............................... How grandfather’s bilum, which Across my father’s bare chest, In a loving embrace slung. Like the Leleki baskets’ blest How while so pregnant swung. How dwelleth he my father in its rich Splendour till handing-over of its rest, Then over my clothed chest again sways. O this old bilum! like all other...

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Grampa? It’s a question usually posed with an inquisitive frown On an angelic face with large, limpid eyes And whatever I’m doing, I stop and put down Peer sagely over bifocals and look grandfatherly wise “Can you fix this grampa,” shy tentative pleas Red plastic toy held out in soft delicate fingers Tear tracks on pink cheeks, scraped, dirt darkened knees Touches deep...

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Impressionable young hearts do tell the grandest lies When learned from grandfathers with sparkling eyes Grandfathers living renewed through the breath of a grandchild Oh grandfathers’ whoppers told in all kindness and glory The bigger the whopper makes the child’s lies the cute little story Thus the grandchild’s faith breeching walls of reasonable reality Simply because beloved grandfather had told...

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See problems they no worry Timothy He was raised by his Great Grandmother One day she taught him Miho you can make life beautiful or ugly Work hard, find a woman who has a strong back Beauty fades it doesn’t last long Now let me tell you A woman with a strong back may not be your perfect companion Times are changing,...

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Grandfather’s Church A visit to an old church in Ireland, Built by dirty hands, their will never tiring Green lightly stroked, God’s fingers the wind My eyes, refracted light perhaps distort my sin My prayers; ancient glories, and ornaments Incense permeation my senses adoring A natural longing to kneel and know Him Perhaps aspiration false, hope abandoned Yet ‘tis my flesh asking for comfort,...

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Grandfather, Grandpa or some are called Papa, what ever you call them , ...

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