Granddaughter Grandmother Poems | Examples
These Granddaughter Grandmother poems are examples of Grandmother poems about Granddaughter. These are the best examples of Grandmother Granddaughter poems written by international poets.
my granddaughter is the prettiest kitten than ever was
her fur is gorgeous, her eyelashes a dream, full of fuzz
she will dazzle your eyes out, she is so pretty Grandma Cat would boast.
I thought she was exaggerating until I saw her; she was the utmost!
There was a sweet beloved great-grandma.
She had a rambunctious granddaughter.
The young woman had found her dharma,
To find the one her soul knew since forever.
Though her grandchild was now fully grown,
She always would worry for her and pray.
The young woman found a love she's known
From eons ago, then met on an autumn day.
The grandmother's livelihood began to burn.
The grandchild realized soon she'll be gone.
After leaves fell, she invited her to return
To her homeland buried in snow that shone.
The prodigal granddaughter was returned
Into one more visit before God takes her.
She had a sweet life the grandchild yearned.
She's in her all of her memories forever.
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 will adore you,
Til all the trees turn blue,
Until rain falls upward, back to the sky,
And we are together, you and I.''
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 for her old-school grandmother who had a flyswatter.
What are you doing? Asked the naïve spoiled granddaughter.
i miss the way she looked at me
i miss the way she held my hand
i miss the softness of her cheek
i miss the games and girlish laughter
i miss the passion in her day
i miss the time she'd spend with me
i miss the years cruelly stripped away
i miss most the things she had to teach me
but since she's been gone i recognize
she's been the angel watching over me
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If I were a dewdrop, I'd wish I were a blossom.
If I were a blossom, I'd wish I were a butterfly.
If I were a butterfly, I'd wish I were a dewdrop.
Where does all the wishing end?
In a little house, where there is golden honey light,
a wind-kissed garden, some star-woven lullabies, and Grandmother,
laying the tapestry of tomorrow on the sandalwood table.
And Aarohi, Aarohi, sitting at that table,
eyes sparkling like monsoon rain on lotus leaves,
wishing to be there.
The smell of possibility,
the taste of tomorrow,
the feel of your small hand in mine,
these are what I treasure as your Paddhu.
Part of me will go on in this world,
but part of me will always be that guardian
watching in the garden of your becoming,
offering my voice like gentle guidance,
knowing that the promise will never end.
Sweet child of my child,
my love for you grows like wildflowers,
untamed, persistent, returning season after season.
This is my promise, planted in the soil of your becoming!
I am here, I believe in you, always.
I was reluctant to go to the zoo for several reasons.
But you have not been there for so many seasons!
It is more difficult now without legs that work
but my granddaughter begged me with so much perk!
She convinced me, and we had such a fine day!
Watching the monkey, gorillas, and giraffes in play.
I had not realized how tall they are, but from here they are like trees.
It was an October day, and there was a most gentle soft breeze.
We had a few hiccups, but that is to be expected.
But we had so much laughter, I thought we might be arrested!
So if you are hesitating to take a trip because your legs do not work
Find a granddaughter like mine who has plenty of perk!
A happy day for you I’m sure,
A most lucky day to enjoy,
You are a double grandma now.
You have a new bundle of joy!
Apples, peaches, pears, or plums,
Or any other kind of fruit
Are not as sweet as Julie is,
Or as adorable or cute!
Bright sunflowers, fragrant roses
Or what grows up in your garden
Can never be as lovely as
The beautiful Miss Carden!
They have the cutest clothes now for little granddaughters.
I cannot help but buy this outfit.
Another pink and orange thing? My daughter asks.
My granddaughter squeals and runs to her room to change.
She loves the colors I love.
Whereas her mother, my own child prefers khakis and dull browns.
“She is like me,” I say, pleased.
My granddaughter is the cutest girl in Texas.
Maybe even in the whole southeast of the USA.
She was the most boastful grandma we met that day.
And we are all grandmas, with our hair of gray.
If I show you a picture it will dazzle your eyes out.
Her bragging was ridiculous, took form of a shout.
We said sure we’ll take a peek, and a peek we did.
She was not wrong; her granddaughter was a really cute kid!
they swarm into our home like bees
seeking daisies, lilies, roses, and such
we throw sugary treats at them
allow them to commandeer the TVs
and the computers
Their parents roll their eyes
For we were never this way with “them”
We did not have to be
We were not their grandparents
The grandchildren want to live with us
They want to move in
They think we are better than their parents
Because we can spoil them completely for a few hours
Some want to spend the night
We have to say “not this time”
Because when they leave
we are exhausted and have to take a long nap
because our energy is completely gone
which is why God gives babies to young people
Her rainbow hair is so ugly! Her mother said to me on the phone.
I was only half listening now, reaching for a second scone.
They were blueberry and chocolate and yummy with caramel.
“I am sure it is not that awful,” I told my daughter, ShellMel.
I had also had my hair dyed that week into rainbow colors true.
I especially liked the reds, the pinks, the purples and the blue.
My granddaughter came into my house on Christmas day and began to smile.
Her hair was not half as colorful as mine. ShellMel was not happy for awhile.
The blue eyes turn into missiles
She is upset with me
I am her grandma
I have no right to say no
But I do not want her unsafe
She holds my heart in her tiny palm
She tries to get me to give in
I hold my ground
The pouting lip comes out
I cannot help the laughter
She looks exactly like her mother now
Dusty musty air hit me as I open the attic door. Turning on small torch, I pause whilst my eyes gently get acclimatised to the dim light. Brushing away the long cobwebs which hang from the low ceiling, I cautiously make my way to the back of the attic. In a dark corner I find Granny’s old ottoman, its pink damask silk top is now worn and faded. Carefully I begin to raise the lid, its hinges creak like granny’s arthritic knees. I gently lift out her silk wedding dress which, as a child, I’d help granny wrap in layers of crinkly tissue paper. She had always promised I will wear it one day, and as she’s a gifted seamstress I know it will fit perfectly on my June wedding day.
family heirloom
I’ll wear on my wedding day
precious memories