Mother Grandmother Poems | Examples
These Mother Grandmother poems are examples of Grandmother poems about Mother. These are the best examples of Grandmother Mother poems written by international poets.
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 grandmother
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 grandmother.
they truly helped mold me into the person I turned out to be.
~that she saw her mother as a child lying strewn on the kitchen floor black and blue~
~that the taste does not matter only that it should be sufficient~
that what you don't know won’t hurt you
~that she’d let those who don’t know her home feel the fight stuffed in her school blouse~
~that she has fraternal half-siblings with unknown identities~
that what you don’t know won’t hurt you
~that her mother had a secret child she gave to the church~
~that I am of Welsh descent~
that what you don’t know won’t hurt you
~that she wishes to see her only son more often than the present~
~that she dreams of her youth as she had to grow up too young~
that what you don’t know won’t hurt you
~that I should only save and not indulge in frivolities~
~that she has never left her hometown’s four walls~
that what you don’t know won’t hurt you
~that in her eyes, no one will ever be good enough for her son~
~that he, like her, never got to be what he was meant to be~
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
AP: 3rd place 2025
Years and decades ~ water under the bridge
the flow of the day-to-day of several decades ago
thoughts probably like those i'm having today
but back in time by almost a century
What i would give to have a moment with you
to reach out and talk to that amazing girl
who would become my grand-mother
AP: 2nd place 2025
When you are born, a Mother will watch over you with a Godly touch
She will fulfill your every need because she loves you so much
A Mother is never afraid she will give you everything you need
Her main thing is to keep her child from being weak
A Mother love is not temporary it's always full-time
Even when you think she doesn't care, you're always on her mind
A Mother is so nurturing she lives her life without fear
Taking care her children, maintaining a household throughout the years
Even after you're grown, a Mother's love won't stop
She will call you every hour of every day around the clock
So enjoy your Mother, be proud, and don't ever disappoint her
Because some people have lost their mother, and they can't even see theirs
Cold hospital light
My footsteps pause at the door.
Her cries pierce the walls.
Birth's ancient struggle unfolds.
Beyond where fathers may go
Nurses hurry past.
With cryptic glances that hold
Untold miracles
Hours bend like willow branches,
Time stretches, contracts, and waits.
Pacing the hallway
My heart beats in rhythm with
Her unseen labours
What tiny face forms itself
Behind that forbidding door?
Each scream transforms her.
Mother being forged in pain
Fierce crucible now
Ancestors whisper courage.
Through generations of birth
Then, there was a sudden silence.
The world holds its breath with me.
A new cry breaks through.
A daughter's daughter arrives.
The circle completes itself.
The door opens at last.
Tearful eyes meet mine; she smiles.
"Come meet our baby Aarohi!”
She called for me. I saw her standing by the window, transfixed by something outside. I stood at the door and could faintly hear a melodious tune. She beckoned me to come closer, and I marvelled at what she had seen. There were three colourful singing birds at the window, unruffled by our presence.
“They woke me up this morning,” she said.
“Wow,” I exclaimed.
There was a brief moment of silence between us. “It’s a sign,” she said, turning to look at me.
“What kind of sign?” I asked.
“It’s a sign that a soul is crossing to the beyond. A beloved one is easing into the night,” she explained.
Her words didn’t sink in deeply at the time.
As the morning light streamed through the window, the birds flew away. We were bereaved three days later when Nana eased into the beyond.
*MAMA I REMEMBER THEM THOSE DAYS-
Mama, I remember the those days;
When you and grandma prayed;
We stayed in a church, them days;
Mama, I remember when we’d dance and sing;
Those this was be the joys, I’m now reminiscing;
And O’ what a time;
Seasons came around;
You in the kitchen;
Makin them pies, my, my, my
Mama, I remember them those days;
Mama, I remember them those days;
you teaching me my ABC's
you showing me what I need;
you holdin and huggin me;
you reprimanding, scolding me;
And O’ what a time;
Seasons came around;
You in the kitchen;
Makin them cakes and pies, my, my, my
Mama, I remember them those days;
01/03/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
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.
Where are you?
Memories are not you
But you are my memory
Now, you are not with me
But you are there in my memory.
You are not living in this world
But you are living in me.
I remembers you;
Through your advices
You itself is an advice
You scold when I was wrong
You stand with me when I was right.
You talk to me as a friend
You care me as a mother
But, now where are you.?
You are in me..
The Photograph
A crease, a blemish
runs across it all
Black and White
No colour then
A Mother embraces her child
The word mom scratched in with love
MOM!
Who’s mom, not mine
A grandmother to be, and a mother to be
My mom, my grandmother
Brothers and Sisters
Thank you both
For the life you gave us
Each breath we take
First came from you
We thank you mom
We thank you gran, for the life you gave
You may be gone
But the love you gave lives on
When I became a grandmother
I realized that although I had loved my children
I had a greater capacity to love a grandchild whom I could send home
I did not have to discipline this one
I could be the treat-giver, the heroine, the champion
Without the aches and pains of requiring grandchildren to behave
for they would only be here a few hours, not all day
It was a game-changer for me.
No rules; just fun and frolic.
One of them wrote an essay about me.
She called me the AKG – awesome kid grandma
I could have never gotten away with this as a mother.
Marina, Motherina, Baba, Mum!
Reflect upon what your life has become:
Born in Harbin to refugee Russians,
Tossed out by Mao, with mild repercussions.
Aussie girl, country girl, raised by grandmas,
And grandpa and parents (both pains in her ****).
Small school, to high school with penguin-ed nuns,
Bespeckled and bikeless - childhood is done!
Went off to college at Melbourne Uni,
Made friends, stole a goat and earned a degree.
Entered the workforce for airliner doomed,
Later a teaching position assumed.
Married a beardy fresh in from Hungry
(also a Russian circuitously)...
Moved to the suburbs - East of the border,
Had a few children (not in that order).
Two in-laws out back, who helped with offspring,
Replaced by her mum, who started writing.
Son and two daughters, she raised to adult,
Some better than others - not all her fault.
Each offspring took flight, with their other half.
All but the youngest, who forged her own path.
Some grandkids were born, they grew up a bit,
Throw in some church stuff and that's about it.