Grandpa Poems - Poems about Grandpa

The Shed ...was Granddad's before he died. And now its loneliness reached out to the boy from the shaded, shuffling shadows that shushed the sheltered garden. They pulled, they tugged at his guilt-filled absence until he slink-slunked through the greenery, standing to attention outside its wooded frame. It had been Grandad’s domain, his citadel, built from leftover bits of wood and insulation collected,...

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He is a crackshot I told his great-grandpa Grandpa misheard; he thought I called him a crackpot It took awhile for us to sort it out In the meantime, grandpa was angry, showing a pout. Not sure he ever fully understood The beginning of dementia is never good....

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What do you like about him? Her father asked. He’s got a great smile, she said, sheepishly. There was a giggle too, a tiny one. He seems like a knucklehead to me, a dunce. You have to get to know him, she told him. I will try, he lied. He had already seen enough of this guy. a know-nothing, do-nothing. he was not...

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Today my grandson, the four year old one, Gave me a gift more valuable than any other. The fact he didn’t even know he gave it Doesn’t make it any less precious, In fact that lack of consciousness Was the giving and the gift itself. What he gave was insight, A glimpse into his world The natural non-dual experience of Life, An effortless...

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Three years ago was only yesterday: at dawn I opened my eyes and the blinds. Bouquets you'd left before you passed away; those on my window daily I would find. From your consideration my sun rose, my very own, through those petals it shone. It's hard to grasp in poetry or prose how all you'd picked has taken root and grown. Yours is...

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The wedding ceremony was over…the reception was well on it’s way… when the grandfather took the newlyweds aside whispering, “There’s something I’d like to say.” “You will always remember this moment over which your love has cast its spell… but my advice is to make sure you enjoy all the little moments of love as well. Huge moments like today...

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Grandpa's Here, Grandpa's Here. ...

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My mom remembers visiting his grave for a half an hour Bringing some fresh dahlias from Trader Joe's (his favorite flower) ...

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In Grandma's house it was always fun and gay, It always was a sunny day, Going through that old front door, Grandma calling do you want some more, Come and have a cup of tea, Have a biscuit, no take three. Grandpa is out by his pond. Watching his goldfish of who he is very fond, Auntie is there shelling peas, And Grandma's made...

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I'm just a sweet, old grandpa cat, and now I love to stay inside. When I was young, I never sat; out in the fields, I'd hunt and hide. My family that cares for me has shown me how to simply live an indoor life that keeps me free to share with them in all they give. I love my small and...

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“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.” Rumi Oils from my lantern of longing still burn, as mamma constantly calls for you. It's raining in mournful melodies, serenading sorrowfully under moonlight melancholy, as my tears reflect in a plethora of...

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Grandpa Elephant had a new lady friend on line. He invited her to meet him at Scarsdales to dine. Dressed up in his Sunday best along with his Derby hat. Don’t you look spiffy! His grandchildren said, so phat! Grandpa was given six or eight pieces of advice. From youngsters he was older than six times twice. I am ninety-six he...

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Strophe O Grandpa Davis who gave me my skill My art talents ,organic, came from you Sorry I haven’t praised you ,now .I will Your art and talents I admire you so Your art is an inspiration to me, Once I lost my home; most of your art gone, It should have been enjoyed for all...

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Papa gnome had one rule when he read a book. No one could eat another animal in their nook. Owl came by to hear this one when he saw the mice. Planning his gulping down strategy, not so nice. Remember the rule Papa gnome reminded him. Mice did not worry, they were Tim, Brim, Slim and Jim. Bunny was getting scared...

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But where did grandpa go? Swan wife looked at her husband. Wondered if he truly did not know. Possibly not. His parents were not spiritual. She replied, “He went to pink lavender land.” “Can we go there?” Swan wife adored her man, but she wants to strangle his mother now....

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