Grandma Poems - Poems about Grandma

...Lucy is down by the old pond again tonight Dancing with her giant rodent by the moonlight They are a truly familiar loving sight To the cattails and stars that gleam so bright It just isn’t the......Read More

...I was jogging down a wooden trail, Hoping to lose the extra holiday fat When I saw my favorite little girl, Sporting her fabled red cape and hat Hoping to surprise her I snuck up quiet & fast, But ......Read More

... How do I know,                                                             autumn is just around the corner?                                   School has......Read More

... The mail has just arrived, come quickly, my pocket holds his words. Read me his letter, I long to hear his voice. <>...Read More

... This year is about to close, with snow on it's way. It is time to turn the blushing apples into, a warm apple pie with ice cream.......Read More

...Quote By Poet "A good friend makes a plain meal extra special." green is colorful comes in many pretty shades mint to deep forest green beans in my soup pesto on my warm bread slice dessert......Read More

...My cousin-in-law’s grandma was at a party. She says, “Me and my husband had sex almost every day.” I think some of us fell out of our chairs. So she goes on, “Almost on Monday, almost on Tuesday…” ......Read More

... Feeling like a lost soul I sit, as the train rocks me to and fro the woman next to me is jovial and pleasant, with a glow We chat and pass the hours sharing amicably without restraint t......Read More

...When I grow up I want to be a nutcracker my son said. I thought he meant ballerina, was he right in the head? It’s not because he’s a male but he simply can’t dance. As his mother I hoped that som......Read More

...SEEDS Who did you leave under the sea? Was it a black engineer building dreams? And a brown baby with shackled hands little feet An angel in disguise floating in the deep Who did you throw i......Read More

...Crazy white rabbit trumpeter had a magic horn You could hear its cloudy sound past the Iowa corn I think he is in cups again my great-great-grandma said. She always knew when he was stoned out of ......Read More

...South West monsoon starts early Our village gets more rainfall Oh , the streets are full of lovely puddles ......Read More

... I am a poet and writer of words, you know me through my sad poems: but, there is more to me ... more to this girl, I found writing at a very young age; and penning of poetry has ......Read More

...They raced to Dick’s Bakery to buy his wares He was hilarious, and sometimes full of swears They bought his cakes, scones, muffins and pies. Don’t know why, said Gram, rolling up her eyes. He l......Read More

... Written~ September 12, 2023 My cozy home, encircled by emerald pathways. California autumnal beauty, created that way!! This blessed day, He painted with magical rays, Come on......Read More