Loss Grandmother Poems | Examples
These Loss Grandmother poems are examples of Grandmother poems about Loss. These are the best examples of Grandmother Loss poems written by international poets.
Years back
Past track
Direction when I was loss
A Grand Mother praying having an influential force
Prayed together
Taught me how to pray and what to pray for
A Grand Mother who showed me the way to salvation
Educated me in biblical words
It became my one day understanding after while
When I thought death would consume me
A Grand Mother became a guiding light
As I write, tears fall
Thank You Grand Ma for rescuing me being my call
I miss you so
You were like no other
A Mother to many
Sweet and Gentle
Comforter beyond.
You never said the actual truth to me,
But through it all, through them I see.
You never told your dying wish to me.
But I know how you wished I would be.
So I'll be reserved now even among family,
'Cause being misunderstood is my penalty.
And now I will become clean of things finally,
'Cause you're making me recall my divinity.
You never seemed to truly, fully love me,
But through the years, I loved you sincerely
In my own special way, so unknowingly
'Cause of then secret neurodivergent reality.
Everyone has favourites, I always knew it,
But I admired you and kept it a secret,
'Cause you never understood (not one bit)
That I want the life you lived (yes, all of it).
I walk through slowly, softly falling snow...
They teach me importance of letting go...
Truth is though, my heart is again broken.
Snowflakes, like my memories, so frozen.
I walk through the night and the daytime.
Wishing I could hear our church's bell chime.
I am remembering every time to you I cried,
I am left here thinking you've too soon died.
I write poems about this mild start to winter,
For your passing gives my heart a splinter.
I know you're watching over me in spirit,
So I will try to prove to you I can do it...
I'll grieve and be strong, I did it for so long,
Originally as a way to mask, so I can belong.
But now I'll show you how much I've grown,
Especially now I inherit the heart you shown.
Icy sidewalks reflecting blinding sunlight
As I march on in an unclear state of mind.
Deciding, with fate I no longer want to fight.
I feel in this grief I don't care if I'll go blind.
Surface of all the snow will always shimmer,
Even while I feel faraway from my body.
As the day declines, the sky grows dimmer.
I am simply not all here, as I miss her dearly.
I walked for two hours beneath winter sun,
But I still feel at such a loss like a tree.
Like letting go of its leaves, I let go of a ton.
Feeling I'm between worlds, somehow free.
Just as water has memory, I recall fondly
All of the times we talked, played, and ate.
She's gone, but somehow still within me.
I spiritually inherited her every good trait.
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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Her energy exploded through the morning light
And I wandered – did the sun wake her?
Or, was it her who woke the sun?
Her spirit, brisk and bouncing
On wings of eagles
She soared
Alive
It was only after I saw her weighed down by
Old age – page after page of pain
Burning through her rays
Of robust enthusiasm
That I felt stunned
By her lively
Life
She left this world at the age of 89
And I was startled by her death
Despite her age, her archaic
Wistfulness, warming me
With mystical breaths
The loss was as
Animated
As her
Soul
Now she lives in heaven
Where Jesus knows
Her flaming fire
Flamboyant
And wild
As her
heart
She was more than a daughter
A sister, a mother
A grandmother
She was one
Who knew
How to
Love
Granny had osteoporosis
Her bones were brittle
They broke without her even
Falling down or touching something
She was always the one
Taking care of her family
Alive with encouragement
And wisdom that never failed
It came to the point in her life
When she had to have help
To go to the bathroom or take
A shower – even get dressed
Mama fed her favorite foods
Biscuits and gravy, fruit
The things she’d always known
Freshly grown and canned by her hands
Granny was nearly blind
She always sat in the same place
Waiting for her time
She was 89 that year
When her breathing stopped
And she left for her journey
To heaven – I cried for my loss
Because she was better off
Jesus came to get her
Easter brings back sad memories.
My mother died on Good Friday.
She was a bible scholar and quoted
Jesus's words every day to us kids.
I remember her love for lavender,
Her operatic gentle voice singing to us.
How she loved little children with joy
And what a great grandmother she was.
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2. Elegy
1. Death's Cold Hand
Lost in the echo
Day by day it's the same
But with a new shade
A new pallor on every game
On every November night
Every stone feels different
But it's all the same
The only thing truly different
Is you're not here
To make it all okay
To shine a light
Each and every day
Is a brand new struggle
But every day I remember
When I wake up
The reason I continue to exist
Is because you loved me
And you fought for me
And molded me into who I am
Someone who can thrive
Even on the coldest of days
But even so sometimes I get
Lost in the echo