Day Grandparents Poems

It was day one in August- I turned eight years old
and visiting my grandparents awhile.
I called them Nonna and Nonno;
with them, I loved to stay.
My...

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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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There
Are not
A day in
All the warm years
Having Thanksgiving at our grandparents.
Grandpa would answer the door and brother
And I would run
Up to him
With our
Hugs.

11/15/2020

Example for Tetractys...

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Have I ever told you that Anteros	
whispered love notes to me the day we met?
His sensuous breath carried love’s arrows
and my heart became yours without...

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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...

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Time for bed

as you sleep, sleep, and sleep

good dreams, no bad dreams

nor a scary sound, nor weep

head on the pillow

all tucked in

bedtime once again

may you...

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I often think  back to that care free age and those wondrous six weeks of school holidays, 
The Prison was out , 
nothing more to...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers II



All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

Grandfather,
now in your gray...

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Dark -thirty

I don't know what time it is. 
I know work ended, 
at least the place I get paid, 
to do the things they need...

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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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Raking back the leaves to dig
Roots that would soon become
Brilliant displays of vibrant hues
Creating music in the wind song
With flamboyant heads swaying
Dancing softly like generous...

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Spring’s fading flowers
Worn down rocks on riverbeds
Trees losing their leaves

Is this growing old?
Is this what it is to age?
Not if you get there…

Spring’s perennials
The rivers...

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The Red Letters

They stand out in the bible, 
because they are the very word of God.
Pay attention. 
Don’t miss anything more.
You may need to know...

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Wrath of nature
reaching out
a pestilence
hunting for the souls
gold in their hearts
silver in their hair
grandparents 
invaded
struggling to breathe
a lonely room
no family allowed
where is the love
taking a...

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