Grandparent Poems

Baby GG Is In The House

Baby GG is in the house
Born in beautiful month of March
Between winter and spring
No snow was on the dry grass
Gorgeous buds were emerging
And a new rainbow is on the arch.

Baby GG is indeed in the house
She is welcome by the whole family
She has an absolutely gorgeous smile
And she already got good sense and style
Oh! That

And So

And so my brain prepared itself for a memory.
It knows how to now.
Instead of waiting for damage to remember along the lines, it just warned.
It warned of what was soon to come.
Death.
Of a grandparent.
Of a piece of gold embroidered into my veins.
A piece of gold that illuminates when the sight of its forebears struck their

Being a Grandparent

Explaining grandkids to your friends
Who have none is, I find,
Like trying to describe chartreuse
To someone who is blind.

For your grandkids bring out feelings
That nobody else can match,
Laying bare an itch you never knew
You had, but now can scratch.

As a parent, you experience
The fiercest love and pride
Intertwined with the anxiety
That childhood does provide.

Though when one becomes

My Cell Soul Connection

Sunshine smiles of my inner soul
warming me in gentle, loving ways
I relish your vitamin D, Girlfriend.
Gracing my skin in a motherly way

Making me aware of my internal sisterhood connection
With my great-grandparents and my great-grandchildren

Connecting us as nothing else could.
Encouraging my cell soul connections
Feeling the Son in her warmth.
The Sun reminding me of THE Son

Watch Children Laugh

With an open heart and a loving mind
Affection flowing from my grateful pores,
The sight that so beautifully spends my time,
Children laughing and playing out of doors.
Here I sit soaking in adoring sun,

Children playing silly games in my drive,
Having a world of good, clean fun
Innocent hopefulness is so alive,
Loving my catbird seat, watching them play.
Dashing and

Newborns Versus Babies

The babies are so much fun,
So cuddly and warm,
So snuggly, and wonderful,
So ugly when first born.

The babies are so loved,
So cherished, so alive!
But the newborns, with their cat-cries,
Are so annoying when they cry.

Yes, I will babysit your baby.
And we can play and sing and laugh.
I will give her and him both bottles,
But if it is

Twinkle Twinkle Little

twinkle twinkle little....
The four-year-old is silent suddenly. He gives me his most mischievous sideways smile and grin.  He watches me carefully, studying my face for nuances I hope are not there.
As he looks at me, I realize once again that he is looking at me exactly the way my father used to look at

Grandparent Love

We were visiting our granddaughter…it was nearing her 12th birthday
when we asked her what she wanted…but she was hesitant to say.

After a little coaxing on our part we finally got her to say… 
what she wanted was a birthday visit from…who else…Beyonce.

As her grandparents we immediately decided that we had to do
everything within our power

Poem From a 3-Year-Old

This poem is actual words
From my 3-year-old grandson, Max.
You have to say them with pure
Excitement and energy for them
To make sense.
“Bubbles are super powerful
Like people, fans, and everything!”

His Smell

It was a smell I was familiar with,
His smell.
But he had been gone for almost eight years,
And I had come to terms with it.
Or so I thought 

Until I smelled his smell.
Then it was a whole new ballgame.
Do not expect people to get over a death right away,
Don’t expect them to ever get over it.

When

I Laugh When I'M Nervous

It was with a heavy heart I left the house, choosing no make-up in anticipation of the tears I might cry.
Being faithfully spiritual, I know the only death is to the body, not to the soul, but this is a child’s funeral.
Even if he is reincarnated, it will not be exactly the same child. 

Can I Speak To Wilford Please

Oh, no, crumb.
It’s the adult again.
Dare I ask for a grandchild?
I don’t really want to speak to anyone else.
Would it be rude?
Who cares?
Can I please speak to Wilford?
Mom, Wilford is only 7 months old.
I know, but I want to hear that baby gurgle today.
I need it.
Oh, good grief. 
We’ll Face time you in 20.
The next

Grandparent Hood

G-rand someone whose old but yet young, leading the youth with wisdom;
R-ossting royal comings to be completely bald, yet teaching the truth never fail;
A-ppraisals and appearances up keep while rallying children get off the streets;
N-ews today and days to sweep, remembering history and history feats;
D-oing most things for others not selfish relentless gathering family reunions;

Being a Grandparent Makes Me Happy

Though I can't give a full account
		of all the Lord has given me,
		I can say that my list begins
		with life, His love, and family.

		I have a daughter, son-in-law,
		two grandkids, and fulfilling days.
		While parents work, I'm with the kids,
		a girl and boy I love to praise.

		I claim this opportunity
		to show them honor with an ode.
		I'm gratetul

Reflections From a Grandparent

Today I did something I had never done before...
I took a good look at the face of my grandchild and yearned for more.

Fearfully and wonderfully made was that child on my arm...,
But I am fearful because I know that his enemy wants to bring him harm.

So I bless this child and pray for him every

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