Great Grandfather Poems - Poems about Great Grandfather

They were already awake, The sky dark as the work ahead, Hands stiff from la tierra, Feet bruised from the miles, Yet they never stopped. The nights were too short, The days stretched on, Sleep was a luxury they couldn’t afford. Still, they pressed forward, One step, then another. La tierra gave little, But took all they had. Baskets filled with fruit, Hands worn from the toil, Every mark,...

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Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see, How touched I was on finding this letter to me, Found by mistake, after so many years, I collapsed into buckets of tears, A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant to be. POST-SCRIPT: As the writing is faint in the scan above I have typed it out for ease of legibility. Abu...

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A fatherless boy with a motherless son, wrote stories of nature to please everyone. Stories from the meadow, stories from the sea, native son of Sandwich, we come to honor thee. Five generations, of his family tree, native son of Sandwich, we come to honor thee....

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Great grandfather tree was wizen and wise. He kept to himself, southeast of where the crow flies. We ventured toward him whenever we needed advice. He was usually entertaining the ducks, locust and mice. Everyone in the woods gravitated to Great grandfather tree. His advice was sage, succinct, and as easy to follow as could be. You almost never got to...

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Today I was totally awestruck, Found many family photos When we had moved That had been packed, but not numbered in this mystery box, Laying quietly, naively, It’s contents Blew off my socks. I stared with unbelief At this picture, As my ancestry was revealed, It was hiding under some Documents, concealed, From view, I shook the Document, out fell this gem From the 19th century, unbelievable, Inconceivable, The child...

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I love you but I don’t know you, I miss you, though you’ve never been here I long for what the years have stolen… a vacant memory so dear I feel you across the hallowed spectrum, of death and then beyond Where our spirits write the words together… different verses—the same song (Bryn...

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I knew an old wise Angel Who was generous with his’ time He could make anyone feel special Until the stairway to heaven he did climb He took me to my first confession And had my rosary beads blessed He introduced me to religion And finding my faith became my quest He told me the most wondrous stories And had the wildest imagination His stories...

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