Long Granddaughter Poems
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Sweet my granddaughter Dear, My Dear!
You are my charismatic cheer.
Since a kid, you had won my heart.
Now you are six, nice, polite, smart.
Little angel Arianna,
staying at Pennsylvania.
Me in India, yet we meet
while circumstances may permit.
to enjoy your charming closeness
welcoming divine happiness.
Compassion, generosity
Your inherent quality.
As child, my most favorite type.
On Sunday I catch you on Skype.
Sometimes to reach two hours
Period exclusively ours.
We cheerfully talk, no disturbance.
I watch you to play, draw or dance.
You perform on top excellence.
I must admire your competence.
You have lost two milk teeth recent.
Your smile to shine more innocent.
Thee, the princess of my empire
to illuminate my life entire.
In you I see my reflection,
You : My desired satisfaction.
How blessed we were back then and how-
not knowing then what we know now;
our hearts stayed warm with love's first glow-
many, many long years ago.
Our love did multiply by three-
One son, two daughters came to be-
grew from our love- theirs too would sow-
many, many long years ago.
For from their loves, were added five
sweet grandchildren who did arrive.
Of those, one now- ne'er dreamed would grow-
many, many long years ago-
a brand new branch upon our tree-
child of our son's child- soon we'll see-
great-granddaughter! Such joy- who'd know-
many, many long years ago.
July 12, 2019
Contest: Favourite Poem in Rhyme from July 2019
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Our beautiful great-granddaughter
was born August 28, 2019
The grandkids paid a visit
On the day of Christmas Eve.
The city’s fairly empty then,
On holiday reprieve.
We double-parked at daddy’s work;
They saw his office space
And then we drove to where we live,
Our New York City place.
We got a spot – a miracle!
In front of our front door
Then spent some time inside
Which they were dying to explore.
Some games, some lunch and then a walk,
The river quite a hit
And then the playground, which for them
Was just a perfect fit.
Hot cocoa back at Nana’s
And a bit more time to play
Before we headed suburb-bound
To end this lovely day.
We brought them home to mom and dad
Like cupcakes freshly frosted,
Then turned back to Manhattan
Feeling happy but exhausted!
I want you to know my dear daughter
I thought of you every day
The thought you say your daughter hates me
The question asked is how can a baby hate
The answer is, a baby learns what it is taught
I never raised you to hate in any way
To disrespect or live such a troubled way
You've hurt me like no other has
In such a way it no longer bothers me
Although I think of you more then you'll know
I no longer care if I see you again
You were my dearest, my one and only
And the day I gave birth to you
Gave me bragging rights in all that you do
I showed I was proud, you didn't understand
Much time has gone by
I hardly think of you any more
The day will come, you will need me again
That day will be, when it's much too late
I won't be the one who will be so hurt
You will find that you waited much to late
My time will have ended on this dear earth
I will be gone, spending my time in Heaven
I will watch over my dear granddaughter
I will guide, guard and protect her
From the evil that you teach her
That my dear daughter is a promise
I will take care of her, from above
I will teach her how to love, honor and respect
Things I did teach you, you weren't paying attention
I want you to know my dearest daughter
I loved you before you were born
And I loved you 'till my dying day
I now love you from above
But now you're on your own without my love
Just remember this my dear daughter
You took the love I had to give my granddaughter
From her life, she'll never know
You cheated her, from a part of life
She will find out, and pay you back
When that happens, remember this
It's the same, you did to me
Missing Kristen
Bright blue eyes that sparkle;
And gentle chestnut curls.
She dances through my heart strings;
My skinny baby girl.
So proud to be her Grandma;
Even though I'm kind of fat.
I chased her round my garden;
While she shouted, "I want that."
I miss her so this morning,
My skinny baby girl.
Though she's gone to Mississippi;
She's right here in my world.
She's in my broken what-nots;
In the pictures on my wall.
In the stains there on my sofa.
She's my baby after all.
My first beloved Grandchild;
Little keeper of my heart.
I am missing little Kristen,
Though I know we'll never part.
There's a bit of me inside her;
She's my Grandchild after all.
And a bit of my dear husband;
And our families one and all.
She is so much like her Mother,
Yet also like her Dad.
Though she fractures my best china,
I will never call her bad.
We are always linked together;
By duty and by love
By the design of our great maker
Our Lord and God above.
Yet I'm missing my Granddaughter
Though she leaves me in a whirl.
My big-footed, darling Kristen;
My skinny baby girl
When your boss calls you aside and asks
why you are smiling all the time
on the salary he gives you,
you know
he suspects you of raiding the till.
When for three or more times
your girlfriend cannot keep a date
because she’s so busy,
you know
you’re about to be dumped.
When your six-year-old granddaughter
greets you with the question:
‘Where’s your credit card?’
you know
your place in the family hierarchy.
When your family doctor
allows you to smoke and drink
to your heart’s content,
you know
it’s time to make your will.
When you are reading the obituary column
and you happen to notice
that you are included in it,
you know
that you failed to attend your own funeral.
I can hear her choking back tears, soft silent sobs echo through the phone as she tells me
“If he were still alive, we’d have been married 50 years today”
I sat there in silence on the other end of the phone, not knowing what to say back
How do you come up with words to say, a response that sounds appropriate?
50 years, so close, but just out of reach, not quite there yet
49 years of memories replaying in her head as she remembers.
She tells me of her regret from all of the years they shared
If she just would have spent more time not worrying about the little things
Not complaining about the things that really didn’t matter in the end
Then maybe she would not have this burden weighing her down.
Now she has had time to think about all of these things since he’s gone
And she sits alone, crying to me on the phone, angry at herself.
She never cried at the funeral, but she cried in her room
Next to the dimly lit lamp, late at night, under the TV light
As she thinks about what life could have been like if only
They made it to that milestone, 50 years…Almost, so close.
SARAH: LITTLE PRINCESS
Dear Sarah, my little princess,
You know very well how to impress
your Grand mom innocent
with smile fluorescent.
I also know to cuddle and caress.
Lovely pearly princess Sarah Dear
Where are you crawling away? Come here.
Sit quiet, not to flee.
Read the book with me.
My princess soon to complete one year.
Sarah, my princess! Sit on my lap.
Join your hands and joyfully clap.
Granddaughter of my heart.
Not to let you apart.
Sarah! Princess! Between us no gap.
05/11/20
'Sarah' Contest by Julia Ward
Though I can't give a full account
of all the Lord has given me,
I can say that my list begins
with life, His love, and family.
I have a daughter, son-in-law,
two grandkids, and fulfilling days.
While parents work, I'm with the kids,
a girl and boy I love to praise.
I claim this opportunity
to show them honor with an ode.
I'm gratetul to be "Mimi" now.
No sweeter name could be bestowed.
A pleasing parallel exists
in this relationship we share.
Their need for guidance every day
fulfills my need to love and care.
I'm proud to be their referee,
their teacher, cook, mentor, and friend,
a monitor of TV shows,
the one who says when play must end.
Though sometimes they get on my nerves,
they keep me sane and active too.
I thank the Lord for them each day.
Without those kids, what would I do?
March 20, 2017
placed 9th
in Jamie Pann's Feelings Contest, judged April 8, 2017
I remember Grandpa Bobby always had to have his Pepsi.
Twelve pack upon twelve pack.
He somehow manages to drink them all.
He needed to cut back,
But I'm the same with Coca-cola.
Then again I don't drink as much.
Here he goes hitting his head again.
Grandpa Bobby loved to smoke cigarettes.
Forgetting both his daughter and granddaughters can't stand smoke.
Pack after pack he smokes away.
But the way he'd smile with a cigarette in his mouth,
I guess we just couldn't tell him to stop.
Now his heart is acting up.
Grandpa Bobby is a stubborn man.
He'll disconnect himself from his family and his daughter has to go find him.
She'll scold him until he agrees to not do it again.
It's funny seeing a parent get scolded by their child.
Just go and drink your Pepsi and smoke your cigarettes,
Grandpa Bobby has been sick since early in his life.
Look at that, his daughter found his biological family.
He finally gets to be reunited with them.
It's time for a celebratory Pepsi and cigarette.
You just want a drink and a smoke Grandpa!
That same silly smile.
Fine, go ahead.
A grateful smile.
One day a police officer came by.
It has been confirmed that you had died.
Grandpa Bobby you just found your mom and siblings.
Your daughter's heart can barely take it.
We all knew you wouldn't have a long life,
But that doesn't mean anyone was ready.
Now that you're gone guess who has to clean up your stuff.
Your poor daughter doesn't even like Pepsi,
Nor does she smoke cigarettes.
But what has been left behind needs to be cleaned up.
You really do know how to break a woman's, heart.
That's why you were so loved.
But, honestly, what are we going to do with all this
Pepsi and cigarettes?