Birthday Grandmother Poems | Examples
These Birthday Grandmother poems are examples of Grandmother poems about Birthday. These are the best examples of Grandmother Birthday poems written by international poets.
April 24 was her birthday
How I recall words she'd say
Telling me she wants a new purse
Or asking if I’m going to church
A tender heart with spirit of God
Watching her in favorite chair nodd
Salt and pepper fresh fish delish she’d fry
Fresh peas and biscuits tea summertime
Imprinted on my mind how she was meek
Kind wise witty homely in her ways peace
Never understood why she loved snuff
I guess addicted to that dirt looking stuff
She left words of wisdom like white pearls
Never again will there be in this crazy world
A grandmother as loving as self sacrificing
Bernice is her name she was truly a queen
Not in a boisterous blunt in your face way
But in imperfect beauty with duty who prays
Happy heavenly birthday Granny!
Rich, with a hint of chocolate.
Every piece is decadent.
Delicious, creamy, and with white frosting.
Varies among cream cheese, buttercream or boiled.
Every birthday I would ask for one.
Layered high with boiled frosting.
Velvety smooth on your tongue, great for
Easter, Christmas or any holiday, and
Traditions of the past.
Cheerful and fond memories of my grandmother.
Always making bakery grade sweets and
Keeping her recipes hidden, written in French.
Every memory of her baking brings me joy!
It seems like yesterday.
When you were to be our first born
We waited for your birth
Two brand new grandmothers that morn.
You took your time, but then we knew.
You had arrived safely and sound
We each held you our precious girl.
Our smiles and joy they knew no bound.
You are our great delight.
We’ve watched you grow up through the years.
A woman you’ve become.
Our love shines brightly through our tears.
With tears of happiness
Congratulations we both say!
Now Twenty-One, how can that be.
It seems like Yesterday.
I do not know what normal looks like on grandparents
I have the ice cream social sugar cream pink peach ones
And I have the orange striped circus leopard grandparents
Today my ice cream social grandparents visited my birthday party
I thought your other grandparents were weird until now Kathy said.
Thank you! I replied, glad she realizes now these outdo the others.
What could I bring you Gran?
This did her heart good.
But she did not need anything.
Just come back safe, she told her grandson.
He did.
Over and over and over.
Forty years later he was still coming back safe.
The last few years he had brought her flowers.
Sunflowers, roses, daisies, lavender, lilies,
Lilac, cone flowers, zinnias, he was a thoughtful grandson.
At the age of sixty-two his heart wore out.
But on her birthday there were flowers.
From your grandson in heaven, it read.
She smiled for a week.
After grandma’s death, no one could find grandma's best earrings.
Pink pearled delights that grandma liked best, they were quite rare.
Gram’s best friend Jenny helped us look; but they were nowhere found.
We accused each other of stealing, three granddaughters, playing around.
The other two had not visited Grandma after she got sick.
Even at Christmas, making up a variety of excuses, many slick.
On my birthday I received a package with a return address from Gram.
She had sent me her pink pearl earrings; this felt like a grand slam.
I asked Jenny about it and she said, sorry, honey, I am sworn to secrecy.
Don’t wear them around the other two, just between Gram, you and me.
Women in my family
Now, only their memories remain
Queens of my humble domain.
My grandma was always there
Warmness in her presence felt,
I’d call her anything but svelte!
She died when I was only fifteen
My mom, a saint, loved like no other
Couldn’t have been a better mother.
Born on my sis’s seventh birthday
We were always exceptionally close
Sister was always the most verbose.
Where would I be today…
Without the guidance of these three
Utmost in my most vivid memory.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Written June 15, 2022
submitted to "Women in My Family" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet
A boy with a toy, a girl with a curl
each more precious than a necklace of pearls
Birthday boy's face all covered with cake
blew out the candle, then took a break
Mommy is hopping from kitchen to table
Dad's helping too, as much as he's able
But grandma and grandpa are the stars of the show
Playing 'Happy Birthday to You' on dueling banjos
GRANDSON-IN-LAW
This wish is filled with lots of fun
For my grandson-in-law Andrew
He will turn 37 in the year of 2021
And will carry a few memories too
He married my granddaughter
Becoming my grandson-in-law
He is a loving husband and father
Now he even calls me grandma
I’m glad to have him in our family
Sending many blessings his way
For him to be more than happy
As he enjoys this special birthday
Love, Grandma Flo
Happy 14th Birthday
Eddie!
F-Favorite, my favorite human
being~ that's you!
O-Optimism,that sparkles in you,
U-Understanding, oh,you always
have!
R-Respectfully, is how you treat
everyone!
T-Treasure, you are, since the
minute you were born!
E-Enchantment, oh my, that does
describe you!
E-Effortlessness in baseball, your
honors in studies and piano,too!
N-Nana, so very grateful for every
minute, I was blessed to be
with you!
Love you, Nana
September 7, 2020
7pm PST
Today my heart feels sorrow
Saying goodbye is hard to do
But I will cherish every moment
The memories I have of you
It's been the hardest thing to lose you
You meant so much to me
But to Robert and Evan also
A Great Grandmother always to be
You will always be in my heart Nan.
And that's where youll always stay
I'm so honoured to have been your grand daughter
I count my blessings every day
I did not want to lose you
But you did not go alone
Because a part of me went with you
When heaven called you home
So just remember one thing
We are not apart
You're with me in my memories
And in my broken heart
Loving you always Nanna
7/25/2019
Born January eighth, nineteen thirteen
No champagne, no birthday cake
No celebration or even a banner
Only memories of a party
That might have been
January eighth, two thousand thirteen
Taken too soon
You would have reached a hundred
What your eyes have seen
All the progress you witnessed
For better or for worse
A century ago
Impossible for us
To even imagine
How times were different then
With so few fancy cars
Different priorities
And preoccupations
A different era
A different world
Happy hundredth to you
Cheers. Love you. Rest in peace
We’ve tried to move on without you
For better or for worse
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020
Born January eighth
Nineteen thirteen
No clinking champagne flutes
No blowing out birthday candles
Only impressions of a party
That might have been
This reverent January eighth
Two thousand thirteen
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on November 5, 2017 for contest 8-LINE POEM sponsored by RICK PARISE - RANKED 3RD
A Nook and a Story Book
In my childhood on every birthday
I owned two books owing to family norm,
one tough academic book from my Dad
and other lucid story book from grand mom.
I was fascinated for gift from grandma
That was my only entry to the story book.
Strict Dad did not allow me to follow stories.
To smell fragrance of story I searched for a nook.
Nooks and corners were not safe enough.
Dictator Dad had always strong vigilance.
I had to hide story book under the text.
None was able to detect my tact at a glance.
04/26/16
Third Place
'What I would give for a Nook and a story Book' Contest by Eve Roper
'MAY 2019 PREMIERE 4' Contest by Brian Strand
to the lake to the lake
fish to fry fish to bake
this has been moms cry
birthdays now just rye
if once we'd bring a cake.