Grandmother Grandson Poems

This lady’s hair is so, so white,
creates an aura for that face.
Her age puts forth its beauty in the street.

She could be my charming mother,
my...

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they swarm into our home like bees
seeking daisies, lilies, roses, and such
we throw sugary treats at them
allow them to commandeer the TVs
and the computers
Their parents...

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turquoise hair and pink stripes!
his mother must be proud!
giggling and poking fun commences.
annoyingly mean and loud.

I am proud of him,
his grandmother says with pride.
I love...

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Leroy jumped on his cycle when he heard the phone
Grandma was calling; she wanted her grandbaby home.
His mother tried to keep up as he ran...

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What could I bring you Gran?
This did her heart good.
But she did not need anything.
Just come back safe, she told her grandson.

He did.
Over and over...

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We pass the fire sticks near the police cars,
lit.
Bright round moon shine, that’s it.
The fit,
from the tall and small,
still they’d rather walk then sit
with grandpa...

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pleasantries of sleep
grandson covered head to toe…
meanwhile toss’n turns grandma
open door with light too bright
‘is the temperature just right.’...

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I use my Thesaurus to prop a door open.
As a desk when I write poetry outside.
To lift a two-year-old high enough to reach the table.
You...

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moon’s tears do not pour
They trail out on top of the water
why do they not go in? asks grandchild
Gram loves it that he thinks she...

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I love this sweater, I will never stop wearing it!
His great grandmother was thrilled, but smiled, knowing better.
When he was in college he became a...

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Ti was impatient to get started
His grandfather ate his breakfast too slowly
You have all day, his grandmother said. Relax.
Ti was not the relaxed type, he...

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If you ask me what's Christmas for me,
I'd say it's happy faces gathered round
Spending quality time with me
With stories of how the year was 

It...

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The hands that brewed my cup of tea
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Ribbons

Thoughts are flowing
like water passing under the bridge. 
There are rivulets that form ribbons... 
of greater meaning found in the lower reaches. 
There is where...

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