Grandparents Poems | Examples of Grandparents Poetry

Fool's Errand

From his bottle, Grandpa took a sip. 
I gazed sleepily at his bottle ship. 
Grandpa said that life could be so cruel. 
Grandma said, your grandpa is a fool. 
Grandpa ran his mouth from his chair and
Grandma said he always runs a fool's errand.
Grandpa said he sought the Holy Grail, 
but he came up empty

MY ROCHDALE MEMOIR

I moved into Rochdale in 1964
My Grandparents and I moved in together
We will not be discussing our ages
Just Rochdale and its amazes
History with a continued stride
As a start off, I who can forget the ROCHDALE MOVIE THEATER
On any given Saturday, it would be a sit down and watch movie flicks
James Bond 007 and Ten Little

The Dragonflies in the Rice Field

There was a field behind our grandparents' house in the province.
A wide one, green and glimmering, where the rice stalks swayed and the dragonflies danced.
Back then, we were just kids—barefoot, loud, and always in trouble for staying out too long.
My cousins and I would chase dragonflies until our legs were scratched from the grass.
We’d run

DAILY GRATITUDE GREAT-GRANDDAUGHTER

As we await our first great-granddaughter…
speaking now as a great-grandmother and great-granddad
we are grateful to see opening up
another section of our heart…
we never knew we had.

Never say that she is dead

We will not say that she is dead.
We have never said that she is dead. 
We will never say that she is dead. 

We’ll say she’s in heaven
We will say she passed away
We tell the children she went to God’s house
And became an angel on the way. 

We say she’s gone
We say she died
But none

Memories vs Merits

The good times, and fitness
In albums borne witness
Disappoint on the test
That determines one’s ‘rest’.

The stakes can be raised
By giving G-d praise,
Respecting a spouse
Within one’s own house,
Being noted Above
For doling out love,
And enriching ascent
On the charities spent.

Descendants who’ll place
On the mantle, Grand’s face
Will frolic near the shelf
Making memories of self.

Neatness and Godliness

Every picture I’ve seen of you as a child,
You wear your hair in plaits.
A stern middle parting and two dark brown braids
Falling down on each shoulder. 
A maypole’s dream.

You would do your best to wash them when you could,
When shampoo was available,
Or even in the single, small bathroom.
You would vigorously scrub your face too 
With

An Irish Love Song

Red flowing hair, she waited long
in her arms,  he did belong
why go to fight, she did not know
a bloody battle, the Somme, in flow

she waited long, with babe in arms
in her heart,  it tears apart
they were so young and very poor
why war to fight, she wasn't sure.

would he come back, to her devote
so

The Fair in My Heart-Ode to My Grandparents

I was just a girl of six or seven,
Stubborn, wild, yet touched by heaven.
Mornings woke with fairs in bloom,
Joy would dance in every room.

Only from Nani’s hands I’d eat,
Her love was warm, her touch was sweet.
We'd stroll through lanes with hearts so light,
The world felt safe, the sky so bright.

But if she left for work

I Am From pt2

I am from sitting in the front row church pew I never wanted to be in twice.
The genuine smiles in the photos on the memory board were oh-so-different from
The ones we plastered on at the American Legion and the Irish pub
There we gulped bottomless Shirley Temples and spent twenty dollars on darts.
All to distract ourselves

Visiting

He planned on moving out
This place that held the living dead
These halls that magnified the screams
His wristband said otherwise
Trapped here for life
Though it would be a temporary stay
In a way
You could tell from the state of his mind
And the stare of his eyes
That he didn't have to wait too much longer
To leave these haunted halls
He

CHOICES

We make our own choices
In life and no one's perfect
But when you decide to have kids
It's your responsibility not
The grandparents, the children now
Have excessive energy, don't listen
Throws tantrums, and have no
Discipline at all, because they're
Not taught, if you the parent
Can't control them what expect
From the grandparents, then you
want them to babysit Monday through
Friday, plus weekends

SENIOR CITIZEN PERSPECTIVE

A Senior Citizen any day
Blessed to wake up hooray
Through the aches and pain
Sometimes the need to complain
Memory sometimes in forget
Enjoyment of retirement blitz
Carefree sensation
Surrounded by family and Grandchildren
Forget the Nursing Home
Always a need to walk and talk
Enriched spirit
Wanting to enjoy and live
 Breath of Life
Embracing refreshing flowers
Sometimes for hours
Oasis of their own
Rocking Chair moments
Reflecting on

Beautiful lady

Beautiful lady

She had her
 daddy's eyes 
She had her
Mom's smile.
 She had her 
grandpa's strength 
She had her 
Grandma's style.
What a beautiful lady
 she would have
 turned out to be. 
Oh wait a minute,
 she did,
 that beautiful lady 
 was me.

Treats grandbaby differently than son

draconian dad
stubbornly immovable
until grandbaby

grandbaby request
cant be denied by papa
amazed baby dad

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