Grandsons Poems - Poems about Grandsons

...When we think of adoption, We seldom see it through the eyes of a child, Too often blinded by our own egos, Too often carried away on cloud nine, Expectations galore, Plans already in place, O......Read the rest...

...Here is your squidger The object is to pop a wink Try to get it inside a cup Or smash your opponent, go for their pink. My grandsons looked at me as if I had sprung a head. Come on! I urged th......Read the rest...

... Brain cells that were once bright shiny colourful marbles Now starting to dull and lose the vibrancy they once had Some days they still shine but in a different light, in a different way I hav......Read the rest...

...Sipping Highlander Grogg to the dregs of the press. Life has slowed in China cup, the Christmas recess is satisfying as gifts are unwrapped, surprises revealed. Headphones antique tapest......Read the rest...

...Date: May 2050 Damian returned home early morning Back from another visit with Dolly. Still Early misty May morning another Dawning. 2050! The newborns triplets were Sleeping. Damian was p......Read the rest...

...A strenge sign was seen in Uvila when Prince Kambulishi Lutambwe went to rest. The grandsons of King Mussabwa Kamango were hunted by some traitors and swindlers silently, One day Prince Kambulis......Read the rest...

...For Zoila on Her 80th Birthday What a Special Day for Birthdays They are like mile stones in flight, Marchers along the highways of life. Baby, child, teenager, young adult Never statio......Read the rest...

...Oscar is intelligent And very sensible too In a difficult situation He knows what to do Even though he worries When things get out of hand It's only when things seem wrong to him That he doe......Read the rest...

...After cleaning, carpet still stinks I feel I'm going round a rink I have no idea where this tale will end I got wrapped up in packing books Ones my grandsons read, some gave lo......Read the rest...

...I like to think all my memories are floating…some separate…some combined… in an every-deepening ocean…somewhere in the recesses of my mind. Sometimes as I walk along the shore when sparked by a f......Read the rest...

..."He made a difference." Gramps, my mother's father, Dave Luke -- my grandfather, a tall unlettered white (decidedly white) Louisiana man -- was born August 1888. He lived 87 years. He gr......Read the rest...

...Here is your squidger The object is to pop a wink Try to get it inside a cup Or smash your opponent, go for their pink. My grandsons looked at me as if I had sprung a head. Come on! I urged th......Read the rest...

...I expected it with you, because you were suffering I didn’t want it but it seemed a mercy Of sorts But now, when she wants to join you, to stop The suffering, the confusion,the helplessness Th......Read the rest...

...Our family is a blended family…two families blended into one… I brought a son and a daughter into ours…Deborah brought a son. When we blended our families together… I gained a son and Deborah ga......Read the rest...

...The toy boxes empty, and yesterday's thrills Are buried together in mountainous hills I still so remember the virgin land sweet ......Read the rest...