Anniversary Grandparents Poems | Examples
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We are apples growing on our parent's tree, planted by our grandparents from the apples of our great-grandparents ~ author
October skies still reflect in your eyes
the way they once did on that day we were wed.
Autumn's bright leaves recall fond memories
of sweet days together even through stormy weather.
Once we were young, with our songs still unsung
As we wondered, "How's it feel to grow old?"
Nights fell, the months turned, new calendars came,
Now leaves in chill weather, in love, fall together
in orange, red, yellow, and gold
The sunrise has faded, our sunset is near
The springtime has passed and the winter
we once thought we'd fear
is now here,
this love we still share brings a tear.
The season's deep magic hides changes within,
A rose's young bloom that won't open again,
like children that change right in front of our eyes -
the soft painted ceiling of October skies.
// My grandparents had an October wedding. This song was a gift to them on their 60th anniversary. //
written October 1979
Daily Lives
Quietly I walk into the room.
You have been asleep for hours.
You got home late,
not for the first time,
not the last.
Days without a break,
yet still you go.
You take care of us.
You are the head...
of our house.
You are the man,
that we look up to,
and the burden is heavy.
I know you stumble,
I see everything.
But I do not call it out.
I try as I can to soften the road,
and change the parameters,
of the barriers we must...
both challenge.
Getting old together,
is hard, on the body.
The grace of our lives,
generously, lavishly sprinkled...
across our later years.
Whoa, that we could have,
a little more time...
young again,
before our children.
It was then...
that we danced,
in places that are gone,
except in the loving world,
of our hearts.
I would spend my last smile,
on you my love,
to have you ask me yet again,
to be with you,
from this day to the next,
until forever,
Amen.
The Snow Falls
Softly my love,
I watch every flake,
come slowly from no where,
outside my vision,
beyond the window boundaries,
magical…even whimsical…
the white soft “above”,
to the hard ground here below.
soon a giant blanket of pure…beauty.
You fell asleep in my arms.
I look down at your hair.
It is not really…your hair.
It is the hair from the box.
It smells sweet,
but not as lovely as you.
I don’t care about the strands
of lost gold…
I only want the chance
to hold you when we are old.
You had a bad time.
Not for the first time.
Not for the last.
But I am here.
I will be here,
until you do not need me.
I will be here even…
after that.
My eyes are full of water.
warm tears, held back…
a force of will,
that can not be lost,
to selfishness,
but born heaviest against,
piercing loss.
Sleep now.
Tomorrow…
I can braid your heart,
back together,
so we can go out…
on the town!
The Punchbowl
Twelve cups, prominently placed around the lovely, antique bowl.
A graceful and elegant occasion set.
A celebration of birth, life, wedding, anniversary, death and heaven.
Floating inside, orange ice-cream, clear seven up?, maybe…
Pieces of strawberries, whole raspberries and slices, rings of hot candy.
Life is full of traditions, and some are so overlooked.
Gathering together, talking, sharing and loving one another.
Twelve cups, prominently placed around a lovely, antique bowl.
12 disciples surround Our Lord, with prayer.
The giver of all things important, lifted up with every glass.
Cheerful holiday greetings, occasions that make us remember,
“we” are family.
We are relics
And very realistic.
To be asked to be in the birthing room
Is fantastic.
We know having a baby is climatic.
We are all waiting on baby to make a
Public
Appearance which will be dogmatic.
To see your grand baby right out of the
Womb is a historic
Moment. One that is filled with beautiful
Swirling magic.
All babies look angelic
That is just automatic.
I know your authentic.
Yet, at this moment you are majestic.
Baby, you have become the topic
Of the day for these two fanatics
To anyone who will listen. This doesn't
Defy logic
It is customary and automatic
For grandparents to brag about
Something genetic.
Time has a strange way of sliding by silently,when you are not watching,
Next thing you know it is a new year,that you have to survive and get your family through.
Mirrors are no longer a looking glass from which you gaze upon your reflection,
You just glance as you rush to and fro.
losing even more time,and it feels like even your mind,as you notice a gray hair growing in plain sight.
Your children are grown up and on their own,and fear of the unknown comes to live in your home.
My husband and I sit and rock in our chairs veiwing the awesome sunset,
When he smiles and says We have loved each other through good and bad ,raised our children well, as we grow old together, we have more love to show,and share,
Until we move on, and no longer care.
GRANDMA
I can complain,
And all day talk of,
People in distress.
I can also walk away,
Away with my ego and pride,
And all day boast of,
People I have helped abstain,
From suicide and from pain,
But,
Unfortunate I am that I lost,
A friend, a darling, my best,
My teddy, my only one, my right hand,
Unfortunate I am that my tears dried,
After the many years for you I cried.
But,
As of today grandma,
I want to smile and pray for you grandma,
Sing for you songs you sang me grandma,
I want people to know,
That you're still alive grandma,
And drinking from the rivers of paradise,
And smiling back at my happy face,
Saying that that's my baby, my grace.