Great Grandparents Poems | Examples
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The pavement in front of great-great grandmother's
house has become pitted, scarred and worn away
from the feet of young ones, sisters and brothers,
making their way for the next overnight stay;
they never were shy to race one another
to be first through the door for a hug most gay~
today the house has been sold, sidewalk repaired,
still that old pavement held memories well shared..
As we await our first great-granddaughter…
speaking now as a great-grandmother and great-granddad
we are grateful to see opening up
another section of our heart…
we never knew we had.
Sammy asked grandpa what he could do for fun
I take naps and dream, and it is marvelous!
Dreaming sounds boring, Sammy said.
I will tell you some stories about my childhood
That sounds great!
They ate a large lunch of roast beef,
Mashed potatoes, scalloped corn, carrots and peas
Pecan and cherry pie.
Soon they were both snoring away,
Having marvelous dreams
Maybe naps were not so boring.
Holding first grandchild,
I can see us in her face.
Great-grandmother's joy.
We are a married couple
Loving the married life.
We’ve had our share of kids,
And we share a wonderful life.
We are older than you think,
And younger than you feel.
Tabitha is such a great cook
I have never missed a meal.
Now that we’re both retired,
and we take care of family to.
We are really enjoying life,
with a few house chores to do.
I love my wonderful wife
for she is trouble enough,
she takes her time with me
because...
I don’t like it rough.
We live in a nice house
we have her own cars to.
Tabitha likes helps me
write poetry
When she has a mind too.
We write poetry
from our own point of view,
if you take your time
and add a bit of heart ,
you can write poetry to.
Like spider silk woven into human form.
gliding in the air as it moves and beckons.
grasping the metal of an old light pole.
Head turning and seeming to look at me.
I ask, if you ever came back to us again,
how annoyed would you be at the traffic?
Would you enjoy our precious cellphones,
or perhaps you'd find them an abomination?
Smiles will shine like noon if you returned;
excitement would make the heart flutter;
but you're a crispy voice of soft whispers
indifferent to feeling, or even breathing.
Whether lost kindred fallen in a great war
ghost of the battlement, forever on guard
kept alive by the memories and pictures
in the album on my Grammy's bookshelf.
3/13/2021
I Remember Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
The Candle
The tradition in our house,
is a wax candle in the window.
It is set there to keep the light on…
all night.
Grandma told me a story,
When I was little, very little,
about a lost soul on the road.
The darkness was so great…
it was all consuming.
Fear had over taken the sad empty man,
and he could not find home.
God’s light came into the world,
One to another we spread His name.
A light in every window, to save the lame.
The Christmas birth… a miracle.
People light their houses,
It is a joyous recognition to His royal birth.
Decorations and celebrations,
to bring the missing home.
That is the story grandma gave me.
That is the tradition of Our house.
That is the life of Our home.
God is the Light of the world.
Amen.
My Best Friend
Carries a great load around.
I can see it in her eyes, her stance…
Sometimes I hear it just beyond the words,
she speaks to me…
Between the “all is fine” and “things are great”,
There is something, a taste of exactness,
in a recipe with too many spices.
You dart and dodge and I gain pieces,
Sliced off from the darkness at the edges.
You are prayed for every night.
In the morning…
I speak your name among the angels,
that gather in the garden outside.
Ever we feed the birds that come by.
Ever we feed the fish that swim in the circle,
free as they know it.
I am here, I am here, not anywhere else.
Speak as you can, it does not matter,
I am listening…
and so is HE!
I have relatives all over the USA, in one state or another.
Thanks to my randy great-grandparents who could not keep their hands off each other.
They had eighteen children, sometimes in two’s, and most of their children had ten.
Eight was considered a failure to the family, it truly had to be at least ten, back then.
Their tiny Iowa farmhouse was so ridiculously small, it was crazy.
But they raised nine fine sons, and nine ambitious daughters, and none of them was lazy.
We had our family reunions on an extensively long flatbed truck.
We went on hayrides, and we played with twenty-something cousins in the muck.
I have relatives all over the USA, in one state or another.
Thanks to my randy great-grandparents who could not keep their hands off each other.
Great Grand Pa and Ella
Ella shows pictures to Great Grand Pa
She is cute little daughter of Laura.
The picture book has its title ‘Flora’.
Pictures show Papaya, Guava, Banana,
Magnolia,Petunia,Zinnia,Gardenia.
03/21/16
Photo # 3 Personal Memories Contest
Sponsor Laura Loo
Son Of A Gun
My Great Great Grandpa was a musket
only one son he would want.
My Great Great Grandma named him shotgun
he used to love to hunt.
He too would only want one son
and that's just what he got.
My Great Grandma named him rifle
he was a single shot.
Married with one son himself
Grandpa wouldn't take no static.
His son was highly favored
and they named him automatic.
Along then came my daddy
who I never gave no lip.
He lived inside a holster
that men wore on their hip.
He had a great big family
but I'm his favorite one.
My daddy was a pistol
I'm a son of a son of a son of a gun.
Edwin C Hofert