Daughter Grandson Poems

I am... my son, 
who shines my lights so brightly,
who defends my side knightly.

I am... my daughter, 
who shares my cares silently,
who keeps my secrets...

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New Shoes

"Grandpa, my shoes are too small, 
or maybe my feet or too big?"

"You are going to be ten foot tall, 
if you don't stop...

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I went to church with my daughter and her family
soon after my mom died. I sat between my two grandkids—
one in kindergarten and the other...

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My mousepad is a photo of my two-year-old red-haired grandson Jack
Sitting on a rocking horse smiling as the sun hits his face
It brings me pure...

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“Hey, Terrell,”  my granddad started out, “about your daughter,” I overheard my mother’s father saying --- on our porch...
“My youngest grandson, Gabriel - the...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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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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Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers I

I translated the first six Native American poems for my father when he chose to enter hospice and end his...

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Poems about Children


The Desk
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same desk
where you sit now, and...

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Gramps had a Sunday rite,
It was quiet, perhaps trite. 
In his chalice a Bloody Mary,
As solemn as a seminary.

Took the goblet and a crank,
To his...

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Family Poems

Mother's Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother's smile, no softer touch
than mother's touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you...

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Water and sand, two God-made items that intrigue a 4-year-old like nothing else can.
I am grand parenting a happy boy who is completely mesmerized by...

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I lost the remote in the living room.
On Saturday.
My husband and I ran around looking and looking.
At first it was just the couch pillows, we...

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I've just returned from a visit with my daughter and grandson, 
which prompted this sonnet...


Blind were my eyes overflowing with tears
How swiftly they flew, those...

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Saturday Afternoon Before Jack’s 2nd Birthday

A Caravelle wall clock behind me
  ticks away muffled minutes,
Its black pointed hands 
   reaching upward and...

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