Memory Grandparents Poems

Sticky Glue Stick

An SLR camera shutter clicks
shut, sticks then opens: at a
designated shutter speed.
The subject is caught and the 
camera’s quick: like a frog
unfurling its...

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Ohh dear Grandma! 
I love your 'papadum'
I miss the time when you offered me to come
With you at the porch
When the sun had scorched
To help...

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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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One windy afternoon as I was walking, 
a gentle wind suddenly caressed my face,
like telling me that everything would be alright. 
And as I closed...

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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."

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You came and faded in the rising sun like snow
But left my heart a glow
Your smile was ever golden and pure 
Like the heart of...

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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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Life

Life is full of pain, 
and I don't know why? 

I do in fact...
know the Lord, 
I know Him... 
by name. 
He is with me....

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old photographs~
faded and creased
my grandma's treasure
inside an embroidered album
where memories are etched
upon each page

printed in grayscale
those filmed-captured
by a vintage camera
vivid were  memories 
despite decades...

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The old, columned front porch is sagging
Sad shutters hang on the bias abandoned,
Broken panes neglected as weather crept in 
Still their silent voices call out...

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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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One group of activists decided to fight. 
To see family lose their sense of might. 
Three people involved in each battle. 
For the patients each...

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Like the early morning mists 
That rise from the waters’ depths
Memories emerge in swirls and twists
Foggy shadows of lives past 
Of them all, childhood scenes...

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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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I remember Grandpa…when our family gathered at his house…as our joy and laughter filled the air…we would always find him smiling…sitting in his favorite chair.

I...

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