Grandchildren Grandparents Poems

A Senior Citizen any day
Blessed to wake up hooray
Through the aches and pain
Sometimes the need to complain
Memory sometimes in forget
Enjoyment of retirement blitz
Carefree sensation
Surrounded by...

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One day I pray to meet
My children's children, with my mother's blue eyed glee
Seeing me

My deepest wish
Blessed to see my progeny
Love rich

My child
Hope to see...

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I ran across some photos the other day
hanging off an old branch on our family tree…
and as photos often do they awoke a memory in...

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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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they swarm into our home like bees
seeking daisies, lilies, roses, and such
we throw sugary treats at them
allow them to commandeer the TVs
and the computers
Their parents...

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I visited my grandparents today.
Their home has never changed
in all the years I’ve visited
since my life began.

The white ceiling is stained
in shades of orange and...

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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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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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“We have a surprise for you!” They told their grandchildren who were staying with them for a few nights.  “We guarantee you’ll be amazed…it...

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I love my grandchildren so much it is nuts
I loved my children this much too, but it is a different love
This is a “I can...

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They think they can get past me.
And they can if they are running flat out.
If they are trying to out-play me
They have another think coming.
I...

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The other day as I headed out on the early walk I always take…in the silence of the morning I heard those familiar sounds a...

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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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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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Be That Rock
by Michael R. Burch
 
for George Edwin Hurt Sr.
 
When I was a child
I never considered man’s impermanence,
for you were a mountain of...

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