Grandmother Poems | Examples of Grandmother Poetry

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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The Queen Of Emeralds. Thy mothers name is victoria! So full of strength and love! Thy mothers voice is that of a songbird, spirit is of queen of storms. Thy mothers net is one of safety, not just for me and my siblings, however strong enough for all children of the sea. Thy mothers passion is of furious pain...

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The Queen Of Emeralds. Thy mothers name is victoria! So full of strength and love! Thy mothers voice is that of a songbird, spirit is of queen of storms. Thy mothers net is one of safety, not just for me and my siblings, however strong enough for all children of the sea. Thy mothers passion is of furious pain...

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As years go by the more I think About how one minute I was 5 and now I'm 28, You watched me grow always been by my side, Now to think your still here making sure we get by, Working, and working hard for our family to thrive, To think you are our rock, Your like our glue that sticks us...

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In the book nook I found it— a face no bigger than my palm, leathered and silent, its eyes forever pressed shut against whatever it had seen. Grandma said a missionary friend brought it back from somewhere halfway around the world. On the dining room window sill, a dozen squat green strangers kept their spines to themselves— silent travelers from the Southwest when my dad was still...

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Breaking the silence inside my brain,wondering if I'll ever see you again The falling of glass the breaking of sound Knowing That you're nowhere to be found My heart breaks for you, aches for my grandma far apart but not far gone from my heart ,A granddaughter grieving of loss this evening the grandma of love...

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Sadly my grandmother is not on earth and many that shaped this my feelings rose to a fever pitch thinking about their love for us my summertime vacation time to the country every year traveling from the city to the family estate house to house aunts and uncles differemt places where my grandmother and...

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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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white apple blossoms thinking back to gramma's apple pie ...

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I wanted a larger sombrero, the spoiled child said. Weird since she had a ten-gallon hat on her head That’s all you are getting, her mother said sternly. But she kept grousing and griping, this child named Hernly. Her grandmother said “Fine, I will take the hat as my own.” Hernly had such a fit, she was soon all alone Except...

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I was in a hurry and could not find my favorite sweater. My friends had gathered, and I could not find my rubber ball. It was time to play, and I could not fine my favorite slingshot. Marbles was my favorite game, and I could not find them. There were always numerous items that I could not find. It never...

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peach cobbler in grandma's kitchen love on a plate posted on April 27, 2025...

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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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