Granddaughter Love Poems | Examples
These Granddaughter Love poems are examples of Love poems about Granddaughter. These are the best examples of Love Granddaughter poems written by international poets.
She came
Filled our hearts and souls
She left ….leaving us feeling empty
In desperate need of one of her “Cuggles” to fill that empty hole!
My family, not grand but warm and bright,
Bathed in faith, trust, love and long lasting light
With my spouse the linchpin, the centre stage,
A shining grand-daughter, eight years of age,
The apple of eye of the family,
A daughter-in-law, teaching happily,
Elder son dipped in programming passion,
A young one, with management attraction,
With all under my soft supervision,
Making four walls a home free from tension.
Could’ve answered your message immediately
But it came after our goodnights
Sure I lack intuition profoundly
Within seconds I should’ve replied
The next day morning I did
It was the long letter, as usual
I had no idea you couldn’t read
Being on life support in the hospital
Then your granddaughter messaged me
Couldn’t believe the news I read
But I had to face the catastrophe
And since then it’s another thread
The living has been reduced to
The inertial track of biology
But in memories I live with you
Maybe this corresponds with astrology
Now I question myself and reply
Reading messages fast, as if
You see it, love, with your eyes
That is how we secretly live.
The smell of possibility,
the taste of tomorrow,
the feel of your small hand in mine,
these are what I treasure as your Paddhu.
Part of me will go on in this world,
but part of me will always be that guardian
watching in the garden of your becoming,
offering my voice like gentle guidance,
knowing that the promise will never end.
Sweet child of my child,
my love for you grows like wildflowers,
untamed, persistent, returning season after season.
This is my promise, planted in the soil of your becoming!
I am here, I believe in you, always.
Dear Asia.
Under the canopy on an Autumn day,
Our hearts beaming with so much to say,
We would have walked along the countryside.
To take in the beauty of wide open spaces,
With smiling faces, we would have taken a slow drive.
On dark nights when clouds have hidden stars from sight,
We would have listened to the whispers of the wind.
But now, my heart is very broken over what could have been.
Your grandma and I were preparing to love on you very tenderly.
Oh, papa girl, I pleaded with our Lord to not allow you to be
Taken away from me, but I'll be okay. Good bye for now.
Love. Grandpa.
I went out picking apples...with my granddaughter and grandson
My grandson had his basket all filled up, but my granddaughter...
she had "ONLY"- one
There were plenty apples on the trees,
and just as many of them on the ground
But none of them had looked so good...
then the one that she had found
It looked so red and so delicious.
I would have loved a bite or two
But when I said to my granddaughter...
"you're gonna love that apple"
She said- "No papa...that one's for you"
She danced into my life three years ago
as if she'd been born with Angel wings.
My granddaughter, Eloise; a star aglow,
twirling in a ballerina skirt as she sings...
words of Taylor's song, "I'll write your name."
Summer was filled with playing house for us,
and a visit two blocks away to a Snowball stand.
For Elle, it was never a decision to make a fuss
of a flavor to choose as we walked, hand in hand.
She only cared about which color. It was a game.
The painting I posted was from a photo of her
sitting on the shelf as her blue ice treat was made.
Days spent with Eloise are like a sweet liqueur,
and the bond of affection we share will never fade.
She has a baby sister, Grace. I love just the same.
Our Granddaughter rang us to say,
She had a baby on the way,
We received an Ultra Sound
Of the foetus, it looks grand
The baby's features seen,
With its heart pulsating, what a scene.
To see this miracle of miracles so clear
From the tip of it's toes
And its shell-like ears
Filled with awe as we gazed at the view
Of this precious life so perfect and new.
Born with all a mortal needs,
From just one egg and one seed,
A gift of life from the master craftsman above,
Conceived and received with everlasting love.
My heart echoed sweet whispers of love-
meeting my third great-granddaughter.
Holding first grandchild,
I can see us in her face.
Great-grandmother's joy.
Grandpa took me to the ice cream store.
On my tricycle, yes, I was well_loved!
What girl in braids, could ask for more?
There were comic books there, too.
Pedaling along, in my white sandaled shoes.
And yes, paste and new pencils, too.
Friendly butterflies and lovely, tall trees
Birds of all sizes, that chirped so merrily.
What lovely days~that gave birth to poetry.
3/5/2023
Sixteen: a perfect square and fourth!
Good Lord, your age is headed north!
So slow it down, just linger, tarry;
Always be my Mary Berry.
Though both of us seem not so young,
It’s clear we scarcely have begun;
Sixteen’s not old, that’s plain to see,
Not when you’ve got eternity!
So raise your voice today and sing,
One day, you’ll dance before the King.
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(a birthday card inscription on the occasion of Marion’s 16th birthday)
Soft and gentle, light and airy,
Gossamer and wing of fairy,
(Except those times she’s mean and scary!),
That’s my precious Mary Berry.
Impish, spritely, that’s my Ree;
What you get is what you see.
Wit (and tongue) that's razor sharp;
She’ll play a tune, then smash the harp!
Treasured more than gems and pearls,
God has graced me with these girls.
I love them when they pirouette;
I love them in their grime and sweat!
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for Marion and Ree, a few years back, evidently
i see her in my mirror now
the years have not erased how in my youth
i loved every inch of her kind face
and would not have changed a single iota
her heart made her the most beautiful woman
to ever have walked this earth
and in my youth nothing and no one
could have convinced me otherwise
i see her in my mirror now
yet still i need remind myself
to make the leap and to forgive
my wrinkles and other ravages of time
difficult to make the leap that i’m now older
and gone the days of youthful grand-daughter
in the mirror i see that i’m now her
and must forgive the ravages of time
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
She fell up on the gravel road
and bloodied her small knee.
A trickle there and from the eyes:
a sight which wounded me.
Sometimes you need to make a fuss
about the little things
A bandaid, ointment, and a hug,
and now we’re right as rain.