Child Grandparents Poems

I love hearing stories,
stories from my grandparents.
They love to tell stories,
stories from many years ago.
Grandma tells about bread,
when black showed up they would cut if off.
Then...

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“Rambling is not how the crow flies; 
it is how a rose covers the wall in perfume.” –  by poet

At the Rambling Club, they...

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Grand is the wisdom of the experienced;
Raging with tears in the rearview mirror.
Anxiety dealt with, sweet dears.
Now listen, grandchildren, revere
Dad and Mom, but fear God...

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* For my grandson Makkie - my newest fishing buddy *

            ~

they …

are amazing...

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I was a youngster once
A little lad was I 
I loved to play at cowboy stuff
As we all did -in days gone by

Kids today are...

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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...

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As we visited our youngest grandson in his first year of college…a college close to the ocean…I must admit…the two of us…were filled with mixed...

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Precocious child
    curious, wild

  Whence come adults
    milquetoast mild...

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Safety in Hand

The raven calls my name, 
and I am afraid to answer. 
He will know all about me, 
even if I do not know...

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The Cape

Superheroes, 
moms, dads, and those that we love, 
and we can not see... are flawed. 
They try hard to hide, their inequities... 
in order...

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Recycled

I have gone through many storms. 
Some I thought would capsize the boat, 
and drown both me, 
and my beloved children.
At the first sign of...

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Strong

You are my rock, 
the stone I stand upon. 
I married you, 
because you knew the Lord, 
and felt that we, 
were made to be
together....

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When I am old I will have a flower shop her grandmother confided.
It was as if it was the plan, something readily decided.
How old is...

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A Guest

Little tiny mouse, 
why are you in my house? 
Out the back door, 
there are fields aplenty. 
Down by the creek,
there is water, afresh....

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From the age of three, I do remember,
The kitchen window, in mid December.
My grandma and grandad, would let me stand,
By the window to view, a...

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