Love Grandmother Poems | Examples
These Love Grandmother poems are examples of Grandmother poems about Love. These are the best examples of Grandmother Love poems written by international poets.
She moved through years the way dawn moves through lace,
slowly, delicately, and steady, never in a hurry.
Her hands learned patience from the cotton fields,
her voice from hymns that rose in dust and worry.
Longevity, she said, is earned by grace~
by choosing kindness even when it aches.
She taught me how to sit with what is real,
how sorrow ripens into something bright,
how time becomes a friend when we let go;
and in her final days she whispered soft and low,
life grows long only in those who learn to love its light.
M emories of you last forever
Y ou were very close to me
G ran you have journeyed with me through life
R obins come sing in my garden, like your still singing to me
A nd how I still smell the aroma of your coffee buns cooking
N ever a cross word we ever had
D evoted to one another through the journey of life
M y strong tower you always were
O h yes, I came threw so many hurts, your love soothed my soul
T he love you showered on me lasts a lifetime
H eavenly shores I'll meet you there one day
E very memory of you I could write a volume of books
R emembering your godly example you left for me
Written by Scottydotti 25/ 4/2026
In loving memory
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!
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The skeleton wears taffeta,
all ribs and rust~
her hollow waist a cathedral
of pins and dust.
She stands in the attic light,
leaning slightly,
as if listening
for the hum of a Singer,
the whisper of shears,
the sigh of satin
unspooling its threads.
Time slips through her seams,
but the darts remember
where the body has been~
each curve my
grandmother’s faceless ghost.
The dress form is a museum piece
of vanished touch,
a still life in gingham,
holding the shape
of my grandmother’s love.
Her secret ingredient is love.
Grandma doesn’t have the most glamorous kitchen.
Her baking always chef worthy.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Grandma's kitchen was always inviting :
tea, a smile, the smell of something baking.
The sun was an ever welcome guest,
time spent there was without a doubt the best.
Even for her favourite li'l Tasmanian devil
Grandma knew how to make the mundane special.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
You know, granny, I am indeed autistic,
I still eat the same things I did as a kid:
Oatmeal breakfast, mac n' cheese lunch.
I both solemnly and fondly remember.
I will keep our memories, even as an old lady.
I know I am a spoiled child, but still thoughtful.
You loved me anyway, and I am so sorry,
You did things your way, why I slacked a lot.
I love you forever, even if you become another,
If we are to ever be reunited together.
In this life or in the afterlife or another life,
I know we'll meet again, somehow, someday.
I'll think of you when I eat my comfort meals,
These dishes you would always make for me.
Maybe someday, after I meet you again,
We'll have oatmeal for old times' sake.
I guess what I was trying to say to you,
The person I want to comfort me, is gone,
She was my favourite to come home to,
She enjoyed games in which I often won.
I just need to return to my new home,
Where I wait for the real lover I searched for,
Where there's no dogs so I can freely roam,
Where I have friends so life's not a bore.
I love you all, but I feel so lost without her,
I know she was also yours in her own roles.
But to me, she was better than my mother.
She and I somehow fit the same boot soles.
I may return to be here for my father's health,
But for now I value love and my wellbeing more
Than working to earn any amount of wealth,
More than mourning as I do her every chore.
I wanted to see you for a last time in-person,
But you let everyone else, except me, in.
I'm sad I will never see or talk to you again.
Surely we'll meet again, just unsure when.
So instead I am visiting here, in your absence.
But I'm not alone, I have my father's presence.
Though it's emptier here, I feel your essence.
I know nothing will make any difference.
I'm colouring at coffee table like in my youth.
I'm reflecting on what was the bigger truth.
I'm sorry for all the moments I was uncouth.
I miss how you sometimes had a sweet tooth.
I decided it is here I much rather not stay.
I just needed to be here for longer than a day.
I'm self-therapying slowly out of mood so gray.
Though you're gone, my love will not go away.
As I am watering your withering white roses,
I wish I had separate simple tall glass vases
To share each and every white rose with family
Who loved you as their mother and our granny.
But really symbolically this glass vase is rather
As transparent as we are when we're together,
So I never want to see us separate nor shatter.
Times we shared are the stems of each flower.
Just as we come and go thru life and death,
I'll water these roses until their final "breath."
Though your suffering lasted until the winter,
News of your final night pierced like a splinter.
I'll water these roses and your cactus plant.
I'll think of you as I sing to songs like a chant.
I still love you, I wish I could know if you know
I have a lot of self-growth I am going to show.
Even in death, as you laid cold but in peace,
You still had such a pretty, sweet face to me,
Like you, I hope I shall age just as gracefully.
Forever, my love for you shall never decrease.
You were taken from me so much too soon.
I'm recalling you as you were in each room
Of your home in which your soul shall loom.
I'll think of nights we spent, as I see the moon.
I placed a place mat for you at your seat,
I want to keep the chair pulled out for you.
I'll wash teapot when next year begins anew.
Your soul can sit with me: have tea and eat.
Even in your absence, I fondly remember
All of the times we'd laugh, talk, play, argue.
Even as I cry, I can't lie, I'll always love you.
I'll take care of all you left me and my father.
Using yesterday's news as a table cover.
While painting these blank wooden coasters.
Firstly applying coated layers of metallic silver,
Then stamping flowers in gold and red colours.
They say to try to preserve each fragile flower
That I chose from her funeral's viewing casket.
It's just I've no idea how, but I do still love her,
So instead I'll dip them in a paint-filled basket.
I decided instead of only grieving her absence,
I'll let my inner muse be creatively so free,
Make presents; make better known presence.
I realize I rather much be like her: keep busy.
So I'll make use of my grandma's newspapers,
In memory of her strengths as a lovely woman.
I'll be like her: one whose love never wavers.
I also now realize who I am as my own person.
Though you invited me after my begging,
You soon after had begun your shedding
Of soul from body that was suffering.
They saw you sat up, almost death-defying.
Your older sister told me you really loved me,
I know you did, but you could never fully see
The reasons why I will always simply be
A woman who just wants to live a life so free.
I saw you, lifeless, cold, I came to say bye.
I stood before you, secretly wondering why,
(Why now, why does it feel too soon) I cry.
Even when gone, your little smile is unshy.
I know everyone you knew loved you so,
But I loved you most, I'm unsure I can let go.
I feel I'm not special, our bond was though.
Your love for me always helped me grow.
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).
It just was not at all (to my inner child) fair.
You allowed them all to be with you there,
'Cause when it came to me, they don't care.
Now I no longer want to leave my soul bare.
I know all loved you, but my love's deeper.
I just never feel like I ever truly matter,
Why I never tried harder to be any better
Than who I used to be as a teenager.
Fate is cruel with this timing, but also kind,
I'm just glad I ever at all was on your mind.
I knew I would never see you again alive,
But I have your will for me to learn to thrive.
I miss playing word games with you.
I hope your soul is at least missing me too.
My love says my tears may keep you "here,"
But I know you'll bless me with mind so clear.