Dad Grandparents Poems

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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Ohh dear Grandma! 
I love your 'papadum'
I miss the time when you offered me to come
With you at the porch
When the sun had scorched
To help...

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When my family went camping on the farm,
we were blown away by its rural charm.
Beautiful views of rolling hills and pastures green,
It was a sight...

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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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Like the early morning mists 
That rise from the waters’ depths
Memories emerge in swirls and twists
Foggy shadows of lives past 
Of them all, childhood scenes...

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SWEET SUNDAY MAYHEM

Curtains remain closed; for some, family kitchens are busy
But, if Dad is making the lunch be prepared for it to be iffy

The gravy...

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around the clock 
busy loading up the dock 
the usual 9-5
except in your life
it's more like all day and night

fast forward to jersey city
commuting through...

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One day you dropped down dead,
Your heart stopped,
Dad says " you were the apple of his eye",
I wish I had known you,
My grandad,

Grandma never remarried,
You...

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Digging through an old wood chest on my parent’s farm one day,
I came across a tiny book…its cover torn away.

Not at first concerned about what...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Poems about Children II



On Looking into Curious George’s Mirrors
by Michael R. Burch

for Maya McManmon, granddaughter of the poet Jim McManmon

Maya was made in the image...

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Gramps had a Sunday rite,
It was quiet, perhaps trite. 
In his chalice a Bloody Mary,
As solemn as a seminary.

Took the goblet and a crank,
To his...

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Its off to grandma's old fashion cottage we go;
past snow covered pine trees all in a row.
To her humble abode adorned in holiday charm, 
And...

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Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns

The neighbors moved away. 
They said nothing to anyone, 
they just left. 
New people took the home. 
There was a big...

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