Summer 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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old empty porch swing
neglected flowers dying
someone is missing...

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine...

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we stopped the car on the corner, about a minute or two and through the wet window we watched the movement of that ordinary afternoon,...

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From the age of three, I do remember,
The kitchen window, in mid December.
My grandma and grandad, would let me stand,
By the window to view, a...

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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers II



All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

Grandfather,
now in your gray...

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Ageless Summery

a porch screen riddled
by fragmenting noon beacons
     ~~grandmas curtain hangs

chairs rock as handheld
fan waves midst squeaking floorboards
   ...

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Unfair Calories 

Chocolate cake, 
can be eaten fast or slow. 
Depends on who, 
is at the end of the fork. 
But I tell you true,...

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Rain

As I set here quiet, 
I gather my thoughts. 
I pray without the pomp...
of a beginning or an end. 
As He is always with me....

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Spring Flower

Long fine hair, 
that lay softly across her shoulders, 
and trailed down her back, 
all the way to her waist. 
The colors of brown...

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The Winter Hours

Cold is not my friend. 
It loves me, 
but it is not…
a mutual affair. 
Slowly, artfully, cruelly, 
my joints begin to freeze up....

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The Forgotten holidays

Written or in this case typed…
correctly; “The” as it was at the beginning correct. 
“Forgotten” as it was naming not the action but...

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If Money Grew 

I would plant a garden. 
I would make every row, 
straight. 
They would be perfect, 
as hard work, 
produces the best crops....

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NO

I am not dark. 
I write happy things, 
most of the time. 
I can not help it, 
if I spilled my coffee, 
the phone rang,...

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Satin Flowers

The desert is a harsh place. 
Sometimes life can not keep up the pace. 
Others… taunt the heat, wild things between the rocks.
They bring...

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