Grandmother Poems | Examples of Grandmother Poetry

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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Hands of wisdom Gone on to God’s Kingdom Guidance in understanding Knowing and sustaining Heaven on high The watch from Thy Encouragement that was broad My heart being assured Grandma’s years of living experience Her impact and influence Strength endurance Grandma wise Seeing I to I Times of Discipline Wrong to right Youthful years sometimes resent As an Adult, I understand Her song her own, “Afterwhile” I am enriched to stand and withstand Her...

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Go Home, Haley If you could see what I see— A soul that’s wild, but meant to be So much more than smoke and flight, You’d turn your face back toward the light. Your laughter once lit up the air, You danced like you belonged nowhere, But you belonged—you still belong, Where hearts are weak, but roots are strong. Your baby’s eyes are growing...

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~that she saw her mother as a child lying strewn on the kitchen floor black and blue~ ~that the taste does not matter only that it should be sufficient~                  that what you don't know won’t hurt you   ~that she’d let those who don’t know her home feel the fight stuffed in her school blouse~ ~that she has...

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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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I was just a girl of six or seven, Stubborn, wild, yet touched by heaven. Mornings woke with fairs in bloom, Joy would dance in every room. Only from Nani’s hands I’d eat, Her love was warm, her touch was sweet. We'd stroll through lanes with hearts so light, The world felt safe, the sky so bright. But if she left for work...

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I am from sitting in the front row church pew I never wanted to be in twice. The genuine smiles in the photos on the memory board were oh-so-different from The ones we plastered on at the American Legion and the Irish pub There we gulped bottomless Shirley Temples and spent twenty dollars on darts. All to distract ourselves...

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I was born and raised in my house, which isn’t home. At heart, I am from the orange brick house in Westridge Farms Where I never even lived There, the pawprints I stamped on the driveway may have long since washed away But I still left my mark Even if it was just in the eyes of the horses that...

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For dinner we are going to the popular ‘Stars’ Restaurant, we have booked some years ago, We also booked to see the famous show, We don’t know if the actors are From the human race or from the Growing robotic generation, but it’s Comedy, so it should be fun. The menu is somewhat different, Green, pink, purple, red and blue Veggies, no protein allowed...

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To the strongest Woman I’ve ever known, The brightest light in every Room, Church, Hall and building That she Ever entered. To the strongest Woman I’ve ever known, You never knew How you lit up A room, people’s lives And their souls. To the strongest Woman I’ve ever known, You were strong till Your final days, Inspiring everyone whose Paths crossed with your own. To the strongest Woman I’ve ever known, I’m...

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Those we love don't go away They walk beside us everyday And, I wish you knew her When You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown was running I wish you would’ve seen her that night Beaming with pride At her grandchild who had been cast in the role Of Snoopy as a freshman. I wish you knew her When she’d dress all up in...

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cherry blossoms have gone tulips sway in the garden breeze sobo gazes one hand on her hip ...

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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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Why do we call the good old days, good? Grandma was always talking, talking about the days that had passed. I wonder if they were really that good, or does our mind play a trick on us? Grandma loved sitting on her porch, looking out over her land in her rocking chair. Now the old rustic white fence, is falling down...

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My grandmother's hands knew things mine have forgotten, how to make bread rise, how to hem a dress so it would last. She saved everything: buttons in mason jars, stories in the space between stirring and serving, love in the way she said my name. This is what we lose when we move too fast, the slow art of remembering,...

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