Grandfather Happy Poems

Baby GG is in the house
Born in beautiful month of March
Between winter and spring
No snow was on the dry grass
Gorgeous buds were emerging
And a new...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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The Chicken

One hen can lay
over 500 eggs in her lifetime.
If each egg was brought to adulthood,
and then allowed to do the same,
the whole world could...

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My Granddad's Father Christmas

My granddad’s Father Christmas.
I’ve known since, as a waif,
I heard his Father Christmas voice
That deep and rumbling friendly noise.
It kept me warm...

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Maybe the moon, high up in the sky,
Isn’t quite, what it may seem.
For I have wondered, through starry nights,
As it shines a soft yellow beam.

Maybe,...

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Who would believe an old hat could change the lives of so many people. 

Outside the coffee shop I frequent sits a homeless man with...

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Confetti filled eggs a traditional  part of Easter 



An early rise before the sunrise, brief 
prayer relief to fill a slow cooker with corn...

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Green Apples

Lovely…
not yet ripe, 
sweet fruit from grandma’s…
most favorite tree. 
She planted it… 
just for me. 

When I was born, 
my mama died. 
It was...

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The miracle is restoring
joy.

Sometimes this means bringing back the dead,
Opening the eyes of the blind,
Restoring limbs,
and so on,
but these are just means to a Greater...

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Yonder thy houses in the south
Santa heading from north
Grandfather stoking the flames 
Songs of joy and praise
Whiffs of peppermint and mocha
Presents under a wreath
Flakes melting...

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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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Shadow Lights

Have you ever noticed? 
When you sit your hands upon the keys. 
If you close your eyes, 
just right...
not too tight, no peeking, but...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you...

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The Perfect Christmas Gift

In a small bag, 
made of paper, 
the color of gold, 
old not new...
The handwritten letters, 
of a handful of kids, 
left...

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