Food 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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The village we live
It is what we call granny’s place
Because we think we are to classic for the village,
Talk of the village and see one’s...

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I barely knew the grandma on my father’s side,
but Grandma Owens I knew fairly well.
She was my mother’s mother; she took great pride
in cooking us...

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Another warm day has begun,
Soaking in the California sun.
Volleyball players having fun,
Joggers flying by on the run.

Children brave the tide unafraid,
Couples snuggle close in the...

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Can you smell the turkey cooking?
Can you smell the pumpkin pie?
Can you see the children lurking,
With a glimmer in their eye?

See the table filled with...

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The Tricky Chirp

The nester bird comes to live, 
in a nest, they did not make. 
Yet... the bird, 
feels right at home 
and not alone...

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Thought Police

Be careful what you say, 
be careful who you say it to. 
It might be heard... 
by someone that does not like it!

They will...

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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When being little was your super power
adored by grandparents who had gifts of love
always asking do you want more food more money
whatever could not be...

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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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Grandma came with Grandpa too
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray
They settled in and settled down
Two lovebirds on display

O happily we cherish them
O how we love them so
Because their...

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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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Grandma NiNi

We don’t know when 
But she’s at it again
By and by it rained 
A rumbling roar, 
Near deafening ,
Awakened grandma from her silence

A flicker...

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Locked In

The walls all around, 
are not what is doing me under. 
It is not the lack of air, 
food or needed sustenance…
It is not...

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Scales to Measure

We are not all equal. 
Some can dance on a wire...
above the crowd, 
Some can swim...
all the way to China. 
While others,
make food...

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