Long Granddaughter Poems
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Old Mr. Johnson, with broom in one hand,
Told his sweet granddaughter, “Sleep, not grandstand!”
Her room was empty, the air grew cold—
Only the Ouija sat silent and bold.
He muttered and shivered, “No time to wait,”
Grabbed his truck keys and zipped past the gate.
The cemetery whispered secrets in dark,
As shadows danced under trees in the park.
The moon played tricks with every headstone,
A voice cried “Grandpa?” in a ghostly tone.
He spun ‘round fast, tripped on a grave,
Landscaped his pants—wasn't feeling brave.
Tombstones echoed with spectral delight,
A squirrel popped out, gave him a fright.
“Mabel!” he yelled, “Get out of this place!”
But no one answered, just wind in his face.
With tires screeching, he fled like the breeze,
His truck was airborne near two maple trees.
He got home, jumped in bed with a moan,
“Should’ve bought her that Barbie phone…”
Later that night, beneath moonlight's beam,
Granddaughter giggled from inside a dream.
“I told the spirits to make him run,
Now he’ll never call bedtime fun!”
So Mr. Johnson stays tucked in tight,
A flashlight gripped till the morning light.
And if you hear wheels spin at twilight’s ring—
It’s Grandpa practicing ghost-evading drifting.
When Aarohi smiles
the whole world brightens.
Her face lights up
like the first morning sun
breaking through clouds.
Her cooing sounds
softer than whispers,
gentler than rain
on summer leaves,
weave stories only hearts can hear.
I watch her laugh
and time stands still.
The universe pauses,
breathless,
to listen.
In those eyes
I see everything that matters:
innocence,
wonder,
the pure joy of being.
Her smile heals
what words cannot.
Her coos remind us
of the simple miracle
of existence.
Aarohi,
your smile is home.
Your voice is magic.
In your laughter,
we all become children again.
Healthcare
It's where I've belonged for my
career
Although, some days, I want to
give in and wonder,
What passion brought me
here?
A nurse comments, under her
breath,
"What a Thankless job..."
I can't help but disagree and
in, thinking, I stop
Then I find a patient's
shoelaces
Tied, like a gift, inside my
pocket
Little things & 'Thank you'
notes
Will always keep me walking
The lady who checked, 'one
last time',
On your Grandpa or Aunt Molly
Even though I am sometimes
surrounded by disease & death
Some were born to aid others
And will continue to help
Until our last living breath
HOUSE OF GRANDMA
Huge house of Grandma once in grandeur and pomp
ran full of kin, cousin, relatives.
The staircase leading to roof had a beautiful banister
The residence was my birthplace.
So far, I remember on my visit, when I was four
Grandma put a flyer under the porch of the house.
Flyer was a dazzling golden satin designed by herself
with sparkling spangles and red rosette at corners
showing ‘Welcome Little Princess’.
Onward whenever I visited, I saw that hanging in same gorgeous glow.
She died when I was seventeen.
I reminisce her deep affection
After fifty years I revisited the decaying house
now left under caretaker.
Door window in broken condition: Rusted latch in gate.
Garden Once bloomed mostly in white flowers
spreading pellucid placid calmness
now full of feral ferns, wild weeds, thorny bushes.
Most expected scenario. I was not shocked yet sighed.
Whelmed to see the flyer still hanging
and shows ‘Welcome Little Princess’.
Gentle zephyr whispers.
.
Sun rays making network of shadows through cracked lattice.
Flyer though pale, dusty, bland,
spangles still in shimmering sheen.
The decaying house welcomed me
though Grandma had left.
I wept.
07/18/20
Second Place
'Decaying House' Contest by Constance La France
The the funny thing about dreams is…
When you stop and look at the person you came to be….
you wonder…have I chosen this dream…or has this dream chosen me?
I had big dreams when I was young…of who I might grow up to be…
A doctor, an astronaut, a famous singer or athlete…with fans running after me.
Any of these professions, I’m sure, would have taken me very far…
I’d be rich, I’d live in a big house, wear expensive clothes and drive a fancy car.
But standing with my wife, next to our daughter
watching our granddaughter playing soccer…hoping for her success….
as I looked from one to the other to the other…I took a moment to reassess.
I never became any of those people who I dreamed I wanted to be…
Instead I became a teacher with a wife and a family.
I don’t know the exact moment…I can’t pinpoint where or when…
the dreams I had for me blended into the dreams I had for them.
Dreams that they be kind and gentle people…
that they be loving and forgiving…
Dreams that they be happy, healthy…
and content with the live they’re living.
I don’t know when or how this happened…the exact moment it came to be….
when the dreams I had for them became the dreams I had for me.
Which is why when I looked at my wife, daughter and granddaughter…
when I saw all that beauty in front of me…
I could not think of a better place…I would have ever dreamed I’d be.
Here we go again,
I’ll have to count to ten,
It’s Christmas time once more,
Christmas songs ‘n every store.
It’s bound to cost a mint
It’s gunna make me skint
And all for just one day
Please make it go away!
The wife’s all in a tizz
I’ve forgotten the Buck’s Fizz
And the Christmas tree’s not right
Not straight when it’s upright.
And the Garland I’ve just bought
She tells me is too short
And the lights are on the blink
Got to find that dodgy link.
The supermarket’s crammed,
The car parks are all jammed,
And the sprouts have gone amiss
Cannot cross them off my list!
But I do this every year
Trying to find the Christmas cheer
It seems a waste of time
But by New Year I’ll be fine.
Then my granddaughter comes knocking
Wants to see her Christmas stocking
Then she reads her Santa’s list
Saying she wants ‘this and this and this!!’
So the humbug inside of me
Melts beside the Christmas tree
As she asks ‘grandad will it snow?’
I say ‘sweetheart let’s hope so!’
We are two women, foot-loose and fanci-less-free,
My fourteen-year-old granddaughter and me.
Her mother started saying “don’t get too crazy,”
So I waved my credit cards at her and said,
“You know me! These puppies are empty too!”
“You have to pay for the stuff eventually, Mom,” She chastised me.
I looked at my granddaughter and said “Eventually is not today.”
My granddaughter laughed, and did a little happy dance.
“Momentous,” my daughter said sternly to her,
“I expect you to be the adult here. If grandma gets too crazy…..”
We both laughed and ran into the mall.
I turned and waved at the entrance,
So she would know I am not stealing her child.
She was grinning when she waved back.
No one hates to shop as much as my daughter.
She despises shopping as much as I love words.
She despises shopping as much as I despise math.
Maybe, which is why Momentous chose me to shop with this week.
We travel from store to store, in an indoor mall.
On the prettiest day in the world, outside, yet retail-ugly in here.
We pass concrete walls, and outrageously strange clothes posters.
Rap music is piped in around us, under us, and into my nose.
It is the most glorious birthday week buying trip ever! I am so glad!
Misplaced
Not forgotten.
Not lost.
Not gone.
Just misplaced
Blurred between the lines of his memory
A little girl he no longer sees in me
But I will always be with him
And him with me
I am misplaced in his past
A mistake no person could fix
A detail added by God to cherish time
Memories are no longer shared; they're just mine
As he rises to heaven, he will find the pieces falling into place
He’ll feel the sun on his face
He will remember the moments he'd seen but let slip away
And his feeling of misplacement will fade
I do not believe that I, nor anyone who knows him, is forgotten or lost or gone
We were simply misplaced.
And now that he can see clearly from above
He is waiting for each and every one of us
To pull us into a big papa bear hug
His heart full of love.
Eleven years ago tonight,
Our son and his new bride
Exchanged their vows to start their life
Together, side by side.
Today, they’re off to celebrate,
A mini-trip away
So with our grandkids (8 & 6)
We have the chance to stay.
It isn’t like the days gone by
When nanas merely cooked.
In modern days we Uber them
To every place they’re booked.
Today was soccer, tennis and
A trip to pick up glasses.
Tomorrow will be Hebrew school
And thus, the weekend passes.
This time is like a yummy cake -
The grands, of course, the frosting.
It’s totally delicious but
It’s totally exhausting.
KICKED OFF ON MY BUCKET LIST
Almost nothing to do in my last phase
spending useless idle indolent days.
Completed so-called family duty,
Running only through little activity.
Parents showering blessings from heavenly abode.
Grown up children well- settled abroad.
We siblings meet off and on,
on several occasions.
Now main attraction lies in travel
Where treasures of Nature do marvels.
Three tours were scheduled in my bucket list.
First to go to Norway, next Egypt to visit.
Then to spend time with little princess Arianna
my sweet granddaughter staying in Pennsylvania.
Sphinx Pyramid and cruise on River Nile
calling me: I am old but not senile.
The year Two Thousand Twenty was fixed specific,
But had to leave idea for Covid Pandemic.
Aurora Borealis was my dormant dream in fervor.
Had emotive urge to stay with Arianna in rapture.
All abandoned, as free life went on restriction
of Covid-crisis: Kicked off tours on compulsion.
12/04/20
' What Have you Kicked off on your Bucket List'
Third Place
Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke