Grandma Poems - Poems about Grandma

Go Grandma

Isn’t that my grandma standing right there in that queue
Where that queue is heading to I do not have a clue
So I don’t know why Grandma’s there or what she plans to do
But I do know, if I don’t know, then frankly… nor do you

The queue is moving slowly, just one step now and again
But

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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great Grandma Gerty

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.

Grandma Shares the Truth

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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