Mother 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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The joy of birth, the growing up,
leads us to adore our lovely babies.
But not, alas, without the toils of life.
Because we experience a lack of...

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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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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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The ambulance ride only lasted
For 10 minutes.
Delilah was in Labor now
Experiencing strange labor
Sensations. They were orgasms
Dolly didn't want to admit that.
Most of both families swept...

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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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There is a young man who loved the sea
He could read the stars and winds by age three
He loved to venture along the Alaska shores
Leaning...

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Someday

When I grow up, 
I want to be... like my father. 
He serves in the military, 
and helps other people 
around the world. 
He fights...

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Anticipation
By Franklin Price
04/06/2022

I am in anticipation
Of a visit I have planned
To see the first Great grandchild
Those who've been there understand

He was born in February
One day...

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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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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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To My Grandson Rowan, Nine Years Old

            by Edmund Siejka

We walk side by side...

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This is very close to a true story...


My wife and I were sitting in a real old high school gym, halfway up the bleachers, at...

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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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