Grandma Poems | Examples

feeling her grandma next to her

simple chords holding her music together in the form of a forgotten book
the cover hanging off. tied on by determination and love of music
simple cords, her grandmother used to say, make it easy to listen to
she was a patient loving woman who mastered a piano in every showroom

the torch had been passed, and Sophie was now the family maestro
all musical ability had bypassed her mother and her siblings
her satin ruffled dress made a crispy sound as she shuffled to the bench
the orchestra was waiting for her to take the lead.

Simple chords she whispered under her breath
feeling her grandmother next to her.

Grandma

My great-aunt, Ada, said to me;
you’re like your father used to be;
I never knew quite what she meant
or cared, I had a life unspent.
Her sister, Mary, gave me books
which I devoured like cakes she cooks;
both were born Victorian girls
their high church collars, necks of pearls
whose tut-tuts shaped my father’s core;
gossiped my mother was a whore;
in which, sadly, there was some truth
notably after red vermouth
or Babycham and brandy wine;
the show of stocking tops a sign.
My grandma Hanna was the third
of sisters, with some values shared
before year ninety sixty nine,
who knew the truth, and broke the line;
encouraged me to go to sea;
not shelter in the morbid lee.

FROM GRANDMA JENNY

I plead guilty  
Of saying,
My grandchild is
The most beautiful
The most wonderful
The most intelligent,
It shows, it is so evident,
Absolutely so loving,
Character and nature so giving,
Makes friends instantly
And acts independently,
And so much fun,
Takes my hand
To help build sandcastles
In the sea sand,
Likes to share,
Tells you if she feels you are wrong,
That is not fair,
And how old is this little wonder,
Who is not even afraid 
Of an intense storm 
With lightning and thunder,
Two years and 8 months,
Who converses so sensibly,
And comprehensibly,
I am not exaggerating,
Such a wise little mind
Who is also so truly kind,
Who tells me I am not pronouncing
“Absolutely,” Correctly

It is ab-so lut-ely yiayia, she says,
And I beam at you with pride
You are so little, yet mature
Everyday we love you more and more,
And one day when our time is up,
I hope no time too soon,
When you look up and 
See a full bright moon,
And lots of glittering stars,
It’s Yiayia and pappou ,
Sending you hugs 
And love galore.



YIAYIA AND PAPPOU ARE THE GREEK WORDS FOR – GRANNY AND GRANDPA

Let Grandma Bee Be

let Grandma Bee be the drones said in her ear
But they were not clear, so she edged her way near
Grandma was rocking, alone in a hive for one.
Don’t spoil her fun, said her Uncle Drone Dun.

I just want to see what she’s doing, you see.
She might be cooking something good said Little Tee.
Uncle Drone decided to look for himself then.
He loved his ma’s cooking, which is why he was not thin.

To Be a Good Grandma

To be a good grandma, who me?
What do I see?
Through rose-hued glasses
or molasses?
For when the kids are very small
to them, I’m tall,
I’m lots of fun;
but comes, I’m done.
Like a giraffe, I must stretch my neck,
for little peck,
gain perspective,
retrospective.
I’m wandering
and pondering,
what did I give
great-progeny to help them live,
be wise, feel loved;
of God beloved?
Fall in each arm;
hope my prayers hold them, keep from harm,
Make skies of blue,
little askew.
When youth is through,
will they be good grandparents, too?

Grandpop and Grandma pop

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 My dear grandpop and grandma pop
 Took a short vacation   
I remember how my mom felt
Full of frustration

Mom depended on them so much
Babysitters were they 
Days, nights and weekends were at play
They were supposed to stay 

Grandma got so hot and went pop
Lost weight, wore stilettos 
She changed from an older grandma
Studied all librettos

We were all surprised that she changed
She wanted a new name
Grand-maman she insisted fit
The children thought it lame

So, they still called her grandma pop
With new friends, it didn't fit
They weeded her out of their group 
Now she bakes cake and knits

Also reads stories; does her part
To instill within each child 
What is most important for them
To live life undefiled

Grandma is Sewing

Grandma used to live in a boat, and she was sometimes rowing
But she got rid of grandpa, who now lives with a gardener who is hoeing.
Grandma is surrounded by thimbles, needles, and fat quarters showing
We always say, “If she is not sewing, then she is sewing”
It might not make sense to you, for you are not knowing
That our grandma is always, and I mean always sewing.

WONDER WOMAN GRANDMA

Justice alert
An Old Lady with strong Faith
Knows how to carry to great length
Didn’t have to spin to turn into Wonder Woman
Wonder Woman Grandma carried every day
A Mugger thought an Old Lady being an easy prey
He Forget to kneel and pray
The Mugger lurked and looked for an opportunity
It turned out to be a defeated reality
He attacked and Wonder Woman Grandma went into action just like that
She knocked him down
The Mugger went to the ground
He tried to attack a second time
Failed again and again
He didn’t know that Wonder Woman Grandma had Indian tribe blood origin
Full of courage, strength and keenness
The Mugger ran like a punk
Wonder Woman Grandma proved don’t under estimate an Old Lady
She packed more than just age
The punk was defeated full of rage
He got what he deserved because he didn’t behave
Forced to retreat
Got agony of defeat
The Wonder Woman Grandma is a true story
It’s my actual Grandma
A woman of wisdom
Living in God’s kingdom
High in the sky with my Grandpa
Wonder Woman Grandma
Strength in character
Standing for all Grandma’s all over the world
Hero
Victor story
Rewarded in Glory.

wanted to be a grandma and live in the country

Neighbor’s voice floats over
A dog barks from a faraway place
Tweets of birds captures my attention
I always wanted to be a grandma
Met that goal ten times

Moreover, I wanted to live in the country
I have done that for the past twenty years
There is nothing more relaxing than sitting in the country
With two dogs at my feet
Waiting for the wind to carry me off to Oz

visiting grandma during a winter storm

Sheila had never felt this cold
Her feet were pink and freezing
She needed a new pair of socks
Her grandmother gave her two pairs

Put them on top of each other, she said
Sheila’s teeth were chattering
She could not get warm
I will add kindling to the wood stove said Gram

She also brought the quilt off her bed
Sheila stood next to the stove until she felt warm
With her grandmother’s quilt around her shoulders
Why did you come out in this cold? Asked her grandmother

I wanted to see if you were okay, the girl said.
I have food, water, and warmth, said grandma.
Let’s call your mother to see if you can stay the night.
No one should be out in a storm like this.
Naturally, Sheila’s mother said yes.
Grateful that her daughter and mother were safely inside for the evening.

Mad Dog

It was grandma’s last winter.

I watched her hurry outside
to split enough wood so her old kitchen stove
would burn through the new storm
she felt gathering
along the horizon,
its first eiderdown already afloat
on the twilight
settling over her white garden.

From nowhere
a dog tormented by visions
plunged through the drifts
and laid ahold of her leg.
She hacked half through its neck
and crawled to the house,
dragging the axe in her blood-trail
lest she lose it in the snow.

She bandaged her wound at the sink.

My breath frosted the pane,
and rubbing a hole
I peered through the gloom
at the scarlet peony
blooming ‘round the dog’s matted head.

The thickening whorl of snow
gently tousled its fur,
tucking it in
until spring.

She reassured me with an unfamiliar line

Grandma, only you can make me feel all right.
Only you, when you hug me so tight.
Your smile makes the moon shine bright.
Only you can light the darkest night.

"She reassured me with an unfamiliar line"
That sweet, sweet Granddaughter of mine.
Now I am old and frail and insecure.
No longer the person I was before.

Her words '' I will adore you,
Til all the trees turn blue,
Until rain falls upward, back to the sky,
And we are together, you and I.''

In Grandma's House

In one corner of your room
you’d hung a faded photograph
of Charles Lindbergh and his plane
in sepia
covering
a lighter-colored square of wall
exactly the same size.

He looked so dashing
with his scarf and smile
but his eyes were dark and sad
          (like yours)
beneath his aviator’s cap
and it was signed,
“To Mildred.”

Why did you hang it?
Did you dream of flight
as you plowed the land
on your John Deere?
By the time I thought to ask
about the picture’s story
you’d already flown too far ahead
for me to hear your voice
above the wind.

Our Grandma Rides in on a Harley

We were waiting for Grandma, thought she would bring an Uber
Knowing Gram, said Jack, she might come down the stream in a tube-r.
We were watching to the east, but she came flying in on the right.
Riding her new Harley, which somehow felt just right.

Henry Dresses in Drag to Paint Like Grandma

Henry was not a good painter at all
Until he channeled his Grandmother Gall
She made him dress in an imaginative way
Wearing her clothes and a hairbow gray

Henry’s paintings were suddenly very good
He began wearing Grandma’s sweatshirt and hood
So much better! His spirit guide said, guiding his hand.
He painted great but was the laugh of the land.

For people in a small town rarely get away
With dressing in drag for an hour, let alone a day
But Henry was dressing in gowns and aprons too
For his paintings were now selling as fast as his brushes flew.

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