Pain 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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Just soul of 3 quarters of an ounce:
Exist in earthly body, 
Accomplish planned tasks,
Generate energy and leave;
Endure pain and joy,
During all my life;
Negative and positive...

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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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And 

Goat heads, cockleburs, and cow pies. 
These are the things
we live with, in the country. 
Some you step on, 
some travel in your clothes,...

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Promises made when time was running away
Happiness fades with memories being made
The old man smiles starting to look away
Death took his entrance right away
With open...

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The miracle is restoring
joy.

Sometimes this means bringing back the dead,
Opening the eyes of the blind,
Restoring limbs,
and so on,
but these are just means to a Greater...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers IV



Neglect
by Michael R. Burch

What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a...

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You were the rock
Of the family 
You held us together
And kept us strong
You were like a lion
When you roared
Everybody listened
An stood at attention
That’s how powerful
You...

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My Cinderella died back in the sixties
When I realized that there is no glass slipper
And no fairy godmother

Faerie Tales are make believe
And not powerful or...

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Raking back the leaves to dig
Roots that would soon become
Brilliant displays of vibrant hues
Creating music in the wind song
With flamboyant heads swaying
Dancing softly like generous...

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Spring’s fading flowers
Worn down rocks on riverbeds
Trees losing their leaves

Is this growing old?
Is this what it is to age?
Not if you get there…

Spring’s perennials
The rivers...

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The desk lamp lights up the cramped quarters
Illuminating the wrinkled hands that hold the pen
Suggesting wisdom within its graceful radiance
As rays embrace my grandmother’s wise...

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Lessons
The compos compels our force and direction.
But still we stop where we start.
Eternal rotating, repeating mistakes and never learning to part
Ignoring the grief in their...

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Angels in Blue
Saints in Green

The hospital is a cold and sterile place. 
It is not meant to be…
warm or nice. 
It is meant to be...

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I Know

I am not afraid.
The list is very long, 
of positives and good things. 
There is no reason to fear.
That is the number one reason,...

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