Grandma Poems - Poems about 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...

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Image # 1 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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Great-grandma Gerty of the family Grim Threw around threats, controlling them Threatening to cut them out of her will. If they drank, smoked, danced or used a pill. In her eighties they thought it won’t be long But she is one hundred and two now, still going strong....

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Poindexter was irritated about his name His litter mates were Frisky, Fralin, Frederick and Frances. Why had he not been blessed with a name beginning with an F? He could not ask his mother, for that might seem disrespectful. His father was not approachable, so he dared not ask him. He finally asked his grandmother who knew exactly why. They looked...

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Alright everyone, quiet please! May I tell a tale, I have the perfect story! Well then sit....cause I'm going to.... Pull up a chair, or on the floor, that will do. I'm elderly now as things are reckoned, and I may just forget in the next second. So hurry up! Find a seat. Be quiet and...

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I adopted a baby grandma said Who would let that old woman adopt? They’d have to be wrong in their head We did not run over there, we thought it was a lie It has to be right? Said Dorothy, Buddy and Di. But believe it or not, she adopted a fellow. Knit him blankets and booties all in soft yellow An...

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