Grandson Grandmother Poems | Examples
These Grandson Grandmother poems are examples of Grandmother poems about Grandson. These are the best examples of Grandmother Grandson poems written by international poets.
Glamma Grinch will be here soon!
Original Grinch was over the moon
Not so much his sister Sue
She never likes me, she always likes you
Glamma Grinch came in wearing fur
She turned to Original Grinch and began to purr
Sister Sue tried to get her attention by squeaking.
“Be quiet,” said Glamma.”My boy is speaking.”
Grandma could not wait to get her mitts
on her new grandson named Karmen Kay Kits
a first-time grandma at ninety-one
she thought this might be gobs of fun
Her son, Karmen’s first-time father was seventy-two
He hovered over her and the baby, making her feel blue
Suggesting how she should hold the baby’s neck and head
She told him and his wife to go on to bed
They were grumpy and mean, never having put the baby down
She figured they were the most sleep deprived two in town
Suggesting the baby could cry in his own bed did no good
They thought they knew everything, as only new parents could
Grandma could not wait to go home on the plane
Doubt she’ll be eager to get back there again
GREYHOUND BUS ACQUAINT SONG
Know the Greyhound bus well
Travelled as a kid
Grandma and I
Venturing here and there
America in Greyhound’s eyes
Miles after miles
Reclining back
Days and nights
The Greyhound Bus kicking up dust
Through the sunset ride
Picture perfect
Hound Bus showing the way
Each and every day
Towns and Major city waves
Message so clear, “You all behave”
Greyhound bus through the mountains and extending from the valleys
Greyhound Bus Driver journeys end
The passenger’s friend
From the Open and close of the door
From Welcome aboard
Too Thanks for going Greyhound
The Greyhound bus I remember as a kid
That Greyhound Dog stretch trademark
Accelerating and ride direct
Greyhound bus being my friend
Will always be
Greyhound and me.
SweeterThan All the Roses
Wishing that I could roll back the years,
And stop my hot, burning tears!
Though no prayers, can turn back the clock,
As you slept in my arms, with only one sock.
No more seeing you in Wal-Mart, silly -dance!
Only in cracked, memory’s mirror, I have a chance.
For you, belong to tomorrow ‘s rainbows and sunshine,.
Grandson, for you, in gratitude, I do in tears pine!
Those baby soft days, talcum- powdered, ever divine!
-8/16/2025-
~Life’s Success Formula~
Discipline beats motivation.
Don’t stop being a sensatiom!
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Dedicated to my loving grandson,Edward!
Going to live in the mellow, Southern,USA.
To start a successful, university education!
Forever in my heart, Grandma Pangie!
Myself and another poet, attended your entire,
auspicious, graduation ceremony!!
Observing the ceremony LIVE onYouTube.
In different countries! Bless him, Lord!
You were a doxy, her grandson said in surprise
She nodded, a Parisian party girl, that ain’t no lie
Kind of a vampy tramp, said his ignoramus cousin Jim
You will get it all now, Grandma said; I leave nothing to him.
Grandmother of Faith
Morning, Noon and Night praying length
The connection direct to Heaven
Desire, Devotion and Need
A Grandmother showing Faith example
Gateway to Heaven
Praying in always giving thanks for every breathing day
Blessings being ok
Praying words
Heaven heard
A Grandmother’s voice that was lifted to the highest
Faithful servant
Armor Faith strong
Got her own grandson to pray along
Enduring and Spiritual
Accomplished pray
A Grandmother’s story of commitment
The mission and devotion
wishing for snow
Light grayness of the sky brings a needed coolness
Sprinkle of snow gives me a preview of November.
I yearn for more, loving the frostiness of December.
november gray sky
a startling frostiness
He is seventeen
Wears his hair long, in a ponytail, it does not look clean.
There are piercings in his lip and his ears.
He wears a spider tattoo on his forehead.
His mother is horrified.
His father is having a fit.
Both grandmothers laugh at them.
Loving their grandson no matter how he looks.
Jitter Click
Butterfly Click
What I learned from a Professional Gamer
present tense
finger jittering
what?? in kindergarten
I was painting
butterfly
technique
no wonder I get beat
every time
grandkids, today, skip the basics
and turn professional
in no time at all
I’m pointing, stabbing
attempting to beat
the impossible
not only
must you know what to do
but
you must be nimble
and quick
one day these kids
will meet their match
I let them have fun
before they grow up
slow down
not too fast
hee hee hee
you know whose laughing
not me
…yet
Prayer
How to approach
Kneel and Spoken Word
Spiritual Virtues
Wisdom Teach
Showing the way Taught
A change
Rearranged life
Praying with a purpose
Acquaint being obvious
A Grandmother’s devotion in Faithful ways
A Grandson remembering those days
Praying straight out
The guidance all about
Talk and response
Uplift lesson
Praying Minds
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
Leroy jumped on his cycle when he heard the phone
Grandma was calling; she wanted her grandbaby home.
His mother tried to keep up as he ran that day.
Leroy was headed for his grandma’s, straight away.
He jumped on his cycle and made a loud engine sound.
His grandma was waiting in the field with cookies around.
She gave him hugs and kisses, and would not let go.
“Oh, grandma my sweetheart,” He said “I have missed you so!”
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.
Little Man Grown
8/18/2023
Thirteen years ago, he picked up a bat!
In love, he knew where his future was at.
In Major League Baseball, you get it?
Six-feet, tall now, he can really, hit it!
But this Grandma, misses her little tyke,
Who rode a tricycle and flew a silver kite.
He’ s a player on junior varsity these days.
And in other states, baseball with joy, plays!