Lyric Grandparents Poems

I remember, do you,
age appropriate for two
grandparents like you,
when sixty-nine
was a thing that you do
when you're hot twenty-and-a-few
too many.

I remember, do you,
grandmother's party at the...

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We are apples growing on our parent's tree, planted by our grandparents from the apples of our great-grandparents ~ author

October skies still reflect in your...

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Wrath of nature
reaching out
a pestilence
hunting for 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 last...

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Sad Elf

Empty bells, empty bells, 
they never ring, 
they can not sing, 
empty bells, empty bells...

I am small and took a fall, 
but after all,...

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Singing in the Dark

You are everything to me, 
why can’t you see, that you are…
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I wake up,
and breath you in, 
sometimes.
I want to cry
and then,...

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Going Back
By: Tom Wright
1999-2008

My Grandparents old house
Stood amid tall Buffalo grass.
Grandma did all that she could,
trying to give it some class.   
 ...

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My teeth are dull and dim shady yellow;
My bones squeak and pop;
When I walk I moan;
What is it, what is this all about?
Am I elderly?

My...

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Twenty one guns fired in unison on the days
We laid them in the ground
And to have them each call me their grandson
I was lucky and...

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jago christos uma rose
ethan cuevas corone
kelly elizabeth christos
alexia daniel wade jonathan james
emily-rose pau and willow too 

we didn't start the family
it was always growing
since the...

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THE HANDS ARE GONE, 

THAT CRADLED ME, 

TURNED THE COVERS ON MY BED, 

HANDS THAT HELPED ME BOW MY HEAD, 

KNEADED A SUPPER OF MILK...

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As I look through these photographs
And watch old movies 
A feeling of sadness
Soon overtakes me

Cause when you went home to heaven
My heart felt a bruise
And...

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there was blue and green flying on the screen
in my grandparents' basement
i was there for a week, i was sleepwalking
but i always woke up in...

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I remember I was a little girl
sent off on an errand by my dad
surrounded by a small group of men
marveling at the questions I answered...

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Oh mother mine, you're a friend to the end.
Seen you be a borrower a lender and a fixer of broken men.
You see your sons ...

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Outside the city where the pomegranates grew,
Still the broken down farm of my grandfather dwells.
I recall the bright red against a sky of blue,
And...

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