"Time... Always here but never here." By Poet
Time is a funny thing since time does not always seem real,
yet I have been here since the beginning of time.
Time cannot be seen or touched,
but I am everywhere.
Many find me to be very rich,
when they call me quality of time.
Could I be used as currency?
Would I need to show myself to you?
I am already currency for many,
putting smiles on faces for volunteering.
My currency as grandparent's time,
having loving grandkids by their side.
Guess who my best friend is?
It is barter.
Barter and I go hand in hand,
making many lives richer.
Time is used daily as a currency,
when you need help the most.
Someone will help you out,
out with their precious time.
My grandkids make me smile
In everything they do
My whole life happiness revolves around them
Each day when they come over
My heart grows closer to them
Deep down we share so much
I feel a connection when we talk and play
Every time I look in their eyes
I can just about guess what's on their mind
Sometimes what they say or do
It makes me smile and laugh
Most of the day my grandchildren are on my mine
And each day I look for that big hug
A lot of times I learn from them
Maybe it is something I never expected from them
And that will always make me smile
My grandkid's smiles give me a bright soul
That is worth more than any gold
They look at you with their shiny bright eyes
They smile at you through their adorable styles
They run around the house doing cute little mischiefs
They fill your heart with so much delight
They hug you with soft soothing cuddles
They charm you through their sweet gabbles
They make you laugh by their innocent giggles
Aren’t grandkids simply marvels?
They entertain you with their amusing dialogues
They treat you with their pretend-play monologues
They amuse you with their hilarious stories and talks
Aren’t grandkids simply a bliss to your heart?
They make you think by their curious expressions
They help you stay focused by their enthusiastic observations
They enhance your knowledge by their naïve questions
Aren’t grandkids truly an inspiration?
You have two great grandchildren
And a really great, great son
You’re probably wondering who that is
But I would be the one!
My humility is legendary
They’ll sing of it in song
They’ll write great poetry of me
I know that I’m not wrong
But wait a moment I better stop
You already think this true
This goes to show how smart you are
I got my brains from you.
JESUS
A Poem for our granchildren-so-very-beloved!
Aug. 1, 2020 (c) sally young eslinger
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Jesus is better than a cherry icee (in
Its paper cup) that eventually leaks as you lick,
Drizzling, noticeably red, nearly like a perfect rose
Set on your palm and wrist, cool, sweet to love.
Jesus is better than grabbed handfuls of caramel-popped corn
You get from the giant bowl in your
Mother’s lap beside you —handful by handful, great!
Like a charm discovered, sticky on lips and palms.
Jesus is more and better than craved sugar in
A swirled rainbow around and atop a paper cone...
A sticky, sweet, swept-up wrap of cotton candy
To delight your taste and all summer memories!
Jesus is held out to you by smiling family, who
Know he is so magnificient and will stick to you, too.
Jesus will stay upon your lips, your heart, your spirit forever.
There is NO place away from his help or joy. His Love is!
...All this is a promise God keeps.
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Let’s do it again PaPa Jerry
I want to fly clear up to the sun
Higher; it’s just a little scary
Cause swinging with you is so much fun
Round and round is how it’s s’pose to go
Sometimes it gets hard to keep it up
Hula-hoops are so much fun you know
but not for you because you’re grown up
I’m really tired PaPa Jerry
But I do not want to take a nap
my eyes are heavy and I’m weary
can’t I just lay down here on your lap
Not ready for our time to be through
I sure wish that somehow you could stay
Don’t you know just how much I miss you
Whenever you have to go away
8/2/2017
Ode to the Grandkids
My gaze, grandkids, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you laugh, trust and cherish,
Devoting my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the excellent garish.
Let me compare you to a vital bond lie?
You are more feelings, childhood, and promise.
Blase drought dries the pleased picnics of July,
And summertime has the blighted pomace.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your child of my child's charm, wit, and style.
Thinking of your slighted wit fills my days.
My love for you is the delighted spile.
Now I must away with a squamous heart,
Remember my close words while we're apart.
A rainy day spent with the grandkids
Beats the sunniest day on a cruise.
You can never explain
Just how much you can gain
Without seeming to over-enthuse.
It’s a joy I feel privileged to sample,
Knowing others don’t share in my luck
But if you can relate
You know there’s no debate
That it’s much more than gold we have struck.
As they grow there are brand-new horizons
While we witness their minds stretch and thrive,
So we soak up the bliss
Never quick to dismiss
How their lives help our spirits revive.
Getting together with girlfriends entails,
Aside from the obvious – eating!
Discussions of life and the various ways
We fill time up that seems to be fleeting.
Of course, we compare all our upcoming trips
For our journeys are different and take us
Within the U.S. or across the big pond
Where no ship, car or plane would forsake us.
We cannot resist as we show off the kids,
For each one of our grands is amazing
And it’s lovely to share pics and videos as
We soak up the delight and the praising.
But the topic that overtakes most of our time
Is our health and the way it’s declining –
The aches and the pains and the doctors and tests;
We commiserate, kvetching** and whining.
As the years ratchet up, that’s the way that it goes,
There is sunshine but also much raining
So we laugh and we smile at how lucky we are
Though, of course, we leave room for complaining!
*tsuris - troubles or woes; aggravation
**complaining
If you were at the zoo today,
Perhaps you also viewed
Some bison and a tiger
With a regal attitude.
Some antlered deer and tortoises,
Some lemurs, fish and snakes
And every creature making sounds
That Old MacDonald makes.
But if you were observant
Then you might have seen as well
A tired foursome riding
On the insect carousel.
The 3 year old delighted
In his up and down-type bug
With his nana standing shotgun,
Arms protecting with a hug.
While the 1 year old and grandpa
Sat behind and took it in,
Both enjoying as they circled,
Each displaying quite a grin.
Yet upon a close inspection
You would say, and you'd be right,
That the 4 of them will very likely
Sleep real well tonight!
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