Great Grandmother Poems | Examples
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Personally met Lionel Richie’s Grandmother
It was on a bus trip in Baltimore, Maryland
She was sitting at my dinner table in a Restaurant
Her stories were worth listening
The story of Little Lionel Richie
How the conversation started, I told Mr. Richie’s grandmother that I
was related to Eubie Blake being my Great Uncle
Memories so heartfelt
Starlight entertainment
That day I will never forget
A sweet soul
Voice of wisdom
Celebrity talk
Walk of fame
A man of golden music
Lionel Richie’s grandmother my discover.
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!
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.
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.
My great-aunt, Ada, said to me;
you’re like your father used to be;
I never knew quite what she meant
or cared, I had a life unspent.
Her sister, Mary, gave me books
which I devoured like cakes she cooks;
both were born Victorian girls
their high church collars, necks of pearls
whose tut-tuts shaped my father’s core;
gossiped my mother was a whore;
in which, sadly, there was some truth
notably after red vermouth
or Babycham and brandy wine;
the show of stocking tops a sign.
My grandma Hanna was the third
of sisters, with some values shared
before year ninety sixty nine,
who knew the truth, and broke the line;
encouraged me to go to sea;
not shelter in the morbid lee.
My early childhood was great, I was the first born.
My mother had five children after me so I mostly remember
spending lots of time with my doting grand-mother
who kept me busy learning to sew & knit before I could read & write.
I had such enthusiasm and benefited from tons of attention.
Creativity was a game to me and I learned to value time.
When I was nine, we moved far away and life changed overnight.
I was really lucky to land a grade 5 teacher who guided me
to learn english at an accelerated rate. I was a good student.
I've always been particularly thankful to both, teacher and grand-mother.
they truly helped mold me into the person I turned out to be.
AP: 3rd place 2025
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 my prayers hold them, keep from harm,
Make skies of blue,
little askew.
When youth is through,
will they be good grandparents, too?
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.
Gorgeous antique bracelet
Golden twist on my wrist
Gems of deep red garnets
Glistening, glittering
Garnished with seeded pearls
Glowing soft milky white
Great grandmother’s bequest
Our Grandmother Gemstone is gone.
Tonight, I'm missing her from afar.
Her white granite smile
cobblestone wisdom
devilish-warm humor
humble strength, like a Cobalt star.
I met my great-niece for the first time.
She's a whirlwind of diamonds and sapphire.
Emerging from the chrysalis of an old soul.
Wisdom blossoming like a springtime rose.
She's woven from grandmothers' tapestry.
With her own unique weave of spirit and light.
She, our newest brilliant gemstone.
The embers of God are in her hazel eyes.
Where have all the moments gone,
As fresh as a summer breeze!
That kissed newborn, fresh, emerald
leavees on Chicago’s trees.
Whatever became of my expansive,
Blond desk, that smelled of fresh wood?
Or, my white and black saddle shoes?
I’d wear them, ah, if only I could!
What about all my fun and convivial high
School fun, and class of friends?
I imagine them all, now grandmas on
Family-blessed, weekends!
What great satisfaction, to know that this,
My beautiful, bright, and so blessed progeny,
Will carry me with then in spirit and
Humble works, rest with them, so poetically!
4/26/2024
Uncle Sal is usually and forever absent or late.
He always brings someone interesting as a new date.
His latest turquoise haired lady is decorated up to the max.
I think she is a hooker, said our cynical Uncle Jax.
Hooker or not, she is a looker, said Great Grandma Lee.
I like it when Sal brings in someone pretty to see.
Sal is her boy, her joy, her light her love, her youngest baby.
We know better than to say something mean about him to Grandma Lee.
Lois stepped out of the cover of 1922
Go away! She told me. I am having a smoke.
Her confidence permeated the room.
She had her feet on the couch.
With her shoes on.
I was enthralled.
Delighted.
Wanted
to be her.
My mother had never told me about this woman.
Lois was my great-grandmother, a roundabout, a floozy.
A woman with means who did not have to put up with trouble.
She married trouble twice.
Divorced them both.
One at age 17.
The other at age 19.
Lois was a woman who did not have to answer to anyone.
I was intrigued and wanted to know more.
I began to read her journal.
And I never fully put it down.
My great grandmother is an old lady.
I see her as two hundred
She has lost a lot of teeth
Her hair is thinning
Her face looks like a quilt of the tiniest diamonds
I cannot stop looking at her chin hairs.
I am eight.
She is the oldest thing I have ever seen.
Older than trees and houses I bet.
She bends her finger to me.
She wants me over there.
She smells like coffee.
I am reluctant.
“Grandma wants you” my grandma says.
I go.
Great grandma gets out a large book.
She points to a picture.
“That little girl is me,” she says.
The girl looks about half my age.
Now I am convinced this old woman is insane.
I wish to once again see a rainbow sun.
My great-grandmother said this often.
I only saw one, she told us, just one.
But it spoke to my heart, it made me feel terrific
She was young when she began this talk.
None of us thought it was delirium or dementia.
She spoke of the rainbow sun during every visit.
We finally wondered if she had been on drugs.
There were seven of us in the car the day she passed.
“Look at that!” my cousin Marty said.
It was a beautiful sun, rainbow-colors.
She has what she wanted, we agreed, feeling peaceful.