Hope Grandson Poems

Molly and Dolly were in their 
New getaway room on the top 
Floor listening to music.
While Damian spent time with 
The kids in the backyard....

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Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where nobody is perfect
And nothing is always correct.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people laugh and talk
Where people cry and walk
Where people hate and...

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head cradled on folded arms
as a young boy I’d sit rapt 
in the tales told by an old man
as he drew pictures at our dinner...

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Grandma is as proud as she can be!
Her Eddie~growing tall as his backyard tree.
He dons his classic St. Mary’s uniform.
Not wearing a freaky shirt with...

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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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My grandson asked my husband 
For a wish he could fulfill - 
“Grandpa, can you leave your house
To me inside your will?”

He’s visited our weekend...

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One Dollar

When I was a kid, 
I worked for every dime I got. 
I folded papers, 
I took out the trash, 
I did dishes, 
washed...

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What is the little chair doing on that tree?
What little chair? I have no idea what he means.
He points it out.
Oh, that’s for squirrels to...

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The inspiration for this partially true piece was my older brother, Joe, and his 2 grandkids (circa 1994) - 


I can clearly see the moon,...

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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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For when you may be old enough

		You'll never know me well.
		Circumstance is what it is
		And time won't change,
		Or stand still,
		Even for a second.
		In my heart...

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Poems about Children IV

Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch

Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

I remember how my grandfather used to pick...

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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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