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.
Kingdom’s ways
Sunrises to Sunsets
Days into many tomorrow’s
Praising to the highest
Blessings for sure
Saw my life up close
Visions Heaven showed me
Virtues mounted
Night dreams
Skies to my heart
Spiritual wise
Creation Whole
Heaven’s Promise
My place to roam
Peaceful and Calm
Joyful and Prayer
My story embraced in Heaven’s name
Keep walking in the glory aim
Lead me on to where milk, Honey and waters flow
You know my name and have called me
Here I am
By and By understanding
The one day now
My Grand Mother often spoke
Now I know
Here I am
The walk and Talk
Here I am
My grandmother passed on her untarnished eight bangles to my mother,
My mother passed on the same exquisite bangles to me,
I asked my daughter when she got married “do you want these bangles?”
She said “These are pretty, but too tiny for me - I won’t be able to wear them.”
The jeweller had a suggestion-
After all, they are all precious metals! Twenty-four carat!
He turned those unadulterated gold into an elegant necklace.
My heart sank parting with those ornate pieces,
which connected me with the women,
who paved my way so that
I did not have to live the life they did.
Now those bangles shine only on a picture of me in a wedding dress!
hand in hand they sew
making quilts for each grandchild
crafty needle work
all I want is a baby giraffe, the annoying child said
His mother rolled her finger around her ear and head
His father tried to talk him out of it
But grandma brought a baby giraffe for the little chit
I still see her ghost.
She's at the woodstove cooking and baking.
Perfumes still roam the air.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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.
A cook never goes into the kitchen without wearing her apron. (quote by my Mother)
scent of hearth
stitched in morning light
apron’s cloth~
sewn with pride
fabric keeps the memories~
threads hold dreams of home
sturdy cloth
worn by gentle hands
drapes the waist
soft as lace~
each fold a prayerful whisper
faith sewn into seams
daily grace
inside apron’s seams
hands knead hope
truth rises
kitchen hearth, gentle chapel
apron lifts the soul
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Woman of Faith
always reading her Bible
family oriented
master baker of cloverleaf rolls
and homemade donuts
beautiful Gardener
farmer's wife
devoted mother
grandmother- who I miss every day
she always gave when she could
and enjoyed a simple life
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.
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.
There's one special photo I've treasured
most of all across my many years.
It represents the epitome of love and freedom.
It's a memento of my role model,
someone who valued friendship,
who loved to travel and keep busy.
Memories of a grand-mother who
taught her little grand-daughter
precious skills carried through life.
It's a photo of timelessness,
of memories that refuse to dim.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
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
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