Lost 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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* For my grandson Makkie - my newest fishing buddy *

            ~

they …

are amazing...

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I look in the mirror and the reflection I see, 
Is a young, aspiring woman looking back at me.

She's a primary school teacher, her students...

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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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I've never met the man myself 
I've got a few pictures at hand
And a lost image in my mind
Cause he's barely in my memories 

But...

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Diamonds and pearls twinkle in the moonlight,

Lost in a labyrinth of their own design, 

The last of their kind.


I hurry through the maze,

In an futile...

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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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Caring and The Job

The caretaker got out of the car. 
She went to the back, 
opened the door, 
and pulled her ward out too. 
He...

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Sweet Grace

Forgiven is grace, 
on my face, 
smiling, 
that I am free. 
Jesus, 
he loves me. 

How do I know that He is real, 
because...

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We recently lost my Grandpa
It took a toll on my Grandma
	she took to the bottle
	an unstable waddle
tripped on him hiding – such chutzpah!...

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These... 

These are the days my friend, 
that we thought would never come. 
They are beautiful beyond belief, 
and they are moving fast. 
The seconds...

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Dear Father, mine. 

I ran away from bad. 
I took my children with me.
I found a place to run to. 
It was an empty castle...

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Digging through old ledgers seems a drudge
But searching for long-lost ancestors is fun,
The LDS Church can give you a helpful nudge
For they have records on...

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I hate what I see
I hate what we’ve become
Squeeze the poorest on poor street
So the rich have more fun.

Seeing homeless soldiers on the street
The cash...

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A pillowcase backpack, camping under the kitchen table. 
Lost in imagination, deaf to strife. 
In every way full of wonder of life. 

Holed up in...

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