Remembering Grandmother Poems | Examples
These Remembering Grandmother poems are examples of Grandmother poems about Remembering. These are the best examples of Grandmother Remembering poems written by international poets.
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
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.
I stare at the shimmering, soft, white snow
In a country field, sitting in the sunshine.
She was always a favourite person of mine.
I recall how all my life she watched me grow.
I sit here, put out what should be last smoke,
In the outskirts of a town far from my home.
I know I am free to stay wherever I roam.
I just wish I got to see her, but I'm so broke.
I silently let my tears fall into the snow,
Wishing her soul shall be free and well.
How I matured after every time for love I fell:
I never had the strength to let her even know.
I sit here in a field of snow, grieving alone.
I reminisce how she always loved me so.
I'll move on, but her memory shall never go.
I sit here, remembering our love we shown.
Prayer
How to approach
Kneel and Spoken Word
Spiritual Virtues
Wisdom Teach
Showing the way Taught
A change
Rearranged life
Praying with a purpose
Acquaint being obvious
A Grandmother’s devotion in Faithful ways
A Grandson remembering those days
Praying straight out
The guidance all about
Talk and response
Uplift lesson
Praying Minds
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
and now
it is a different sting
remembering
Grandma~
munching on green onions
Freshness,
Never Smelled So Good,
Remembering,
My Grandmother's Bed Sheets,
As,
They Dried,
On The Clothesline,
Beautiful,
Wrinkled Colors,
Waving,
At Me,
Upon,
Gentle Breezes,
Then,
Off To Bed,
Dried,
And Tucked In,
Rocking,
My Senses,
To Sleep,
Fresh Air,
Cuddled,
With Me,
Memories,
Like These,
Pinned,
In My,
Sleepy,
Little Head.
Where do memories that are forgotten go?
It’s as if the events never even took place.
She searches for clues about a life long passed,
with confusion painted on her face.
She is visited each day by a parade of strangers;
never remembering any one of us.
If you don’t recognize the people you lived with,
how can you know who to love and trust?
Once she was a loving mother,
doting grandmother and faithful wife;
now each day is a struggle for her
and everyone else once part of her life.
The memories were supposed to be her comfort;
those she cherished enough to save.
It is sad to realize they are now long gone
and won’t accompany her to the grave.