Grandma Missing Poems | Examples
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"The loss of a grandmother is a reminder that life is fleeting. But it is also a reminder that love is eternal." ~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Dear grandma, you were so wise,
We miss your smile, your kind eyes,
You're gone and we're left to grieve,
We loved you. Why did you leave?
Singing songs in a voice loud,
Clapping hands, of you we're proud,
Sharing the Gospel, so bold,
Wrinkles lined your soft face old;
Who'll give us pocket money?
Life without you isn't sunny,
Twenty years gone, miss you still,
Your empty place, none can fill.
Back fifty-three long years ago, she left;
my Mom- at the young age of fifty-five.
Yet, she is always with me every day;
my heart and memories keep her alive.
Three growing grandkids she embraced and loved;
her gentle heart they shared for just a while.
Then, years flew by- two generations grew-
to crown her Great-Great Grandma with a smile.
I feel her presence in the things I do,
as part of her still grows and lives in me;
and everything she taught me carries on,
as I, a Great-Grandmother now, can see.
In clouds, I often see her gentle face
and know that she's with God, and not her grave-
for she's my Saint in Heaven- there to be
the inspiration I will always crave.
Now I
"Now I lay me down to sleep."
We all know the prayer
that we should keep.
Grandma taught us
when we were small
so that we would remember,
when we were tall..
In the dark,
now that I am older,
and the world is much...
much.. colder,
I remember again.
More then before,
I need to open the door,
that the Lord is waiting for.
More than before,
I need to pray,
to stay safe...
in his arms
in the day,
and in the night...
as the darkness,
then takes flight.
"Now I lay me down to sleep."
Grandma's vanilla cake with brown sugar topping cannot be duplicated.
My sister and I used to help her bake it for the holidays
Not only was it moist and sweet and tasty,
but the smell is something I dream about.
I salivate in my sleep thinking of this heavenly cake;
it was Grandma’s specialty.
In November of 1964, Grandma died suddenly in her sleep.
She was only fifty-eight.
It was a shock to all of us;
Christmas was not the same.
Life was not the same.
Some of her daughters tried to bake Grandma's vanilla cake with brown sugar topping.
She must have left out an ingredient, they thought.
They used to fight over which ingredient that might be.
They never got it right.
For fifty years they have been trying to recreate Grandma’s vanilla cake.
With little success.
Because it is missing an ingredient.
It is missing Grandma.
One day you dropped down dead,
Your heart stopped,
Dad says " you were the apple of his eye",
I wish I had known you,
My grandad,
Grandma never remarried,
You where her one true love,
You couldn't be replaced,
I often think of you,
Wondering what we would have done
My grandad,
Your together again these many years,
My grandma and grandad,
I love you both.
Into my childhood, a little sweet memory
When summer vacations used to be fun
Impatient at last exam day
Thrilled, overjoyed to go
To meet grandma and grandpa at our native place
Train journey making it more exciting
A night's train travel would take us in the morning
To grandma's house - grandpa with smiling face
Would take us inside with gait slow
Holidays spent full play
With cousin brothers reaching, more mischief begun
After dinner, time for grandpa's story
Every morning after breakfast we would hurry
To go out and play under the hot sun
From garden, a short walk away
A few stone steps below
We had our own house pond at a vast lush green space
Where we enjoyed much swimming and playing
Dated: 12/31/2020
Submitted for: 'A Little Memory - My Invented Form' Poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Constance La France
Syllables:
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Can you see me or at least hear me he’s gotten so big I wish you got to meet him you would have loved him I know you would have mommy i miss you why did you have to die do it ever matter that I cry why did you kill yourself why did you have to hide why didn’t you tell me how you felt inside no it’s okay everyday you see me but I never get to see you and that’s not fair I wish I could clone you take a peace of your hair before you left and... say how is heaven is it pretty up there what am I saying of course it is because your there I wish I could be there to but I’m not you why mommy did you hurt yourself that way you should have told me so I could of saved you that day but I’m not mad at you mommy I’m mad a the drugs that took you away and I just wrote this to say hey do you see me or at least hear me I love you mommy and tell grandma I said hey.
Just Glass
I was six and new, she was old and not.
It was so sad.
A lesson I will never forget,
and, or repeat.
Grandma?
No, don’t call me that.
Ruby is my name.
At more than five, and far less than seven,
the world is large indeed.
May I have a cookie?
Who are you?
Oh! You are “her”. …yes… get a cookie.
A chair, a push, a shove once more.
Climb like a monkey, make it, and score.
The container,
the giant jar,
with a tremendous,
heavy lid.
Stuck very tight,
but I won the fight!
.
The flight was short and ended badly.
Crash. And, then, there was more.
Yelling and screaming, clear from the door.
I am sorry.
In silent gait you held firm my hand as we walked home from evening prayer.
Where found the organ's diapason full, your sweet voice, raised in hymn, fondly recalled.
Though no words were spoken, your eyes gleamed in the glowing twilight's glare,
Down past the park picnic where Grandpa and you once sprawled.
In Grandma's loving gaze I found a special place,
This woman who raised a family of five girls and one boy.
She possessed a keen wit and timeless grace,
And mended clothes and cooked dinners with joy.
Oh what wouldn't I give...to make this recollection real,
For you left so soon that it never was so.
So Grandma I must wait and hold this memory 'til,
And empty handed, alone I must go.
If ever there were a time or place where wishes could come true,
Again, hand in hand, truly graced, I would walk there beside you.
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 was the last time I heard your merry laugh?
I wonder… thinking of her,
The way she told about a Christmas long ago,
With her eyes twinkling, and her ringing laugh.
When she told us
Of the choirs of the old church of her time,
And how she used to sing…
Bits and pieces of old Latin carols:
A reminder of a long ago happiness.
Memories…though fading, can be remembered again…
How she told it…as she remembered those carols,
Joining us…as we sang for her.
But now, has it gone away… forever?
For now she won’t sing, and her laugh is scarce,
And the radio… it reminds of such Christmases.
And the silence… it echoes the feeling of my heart,
Of homesickness, for those Christmases:
Christmases… celebrated with my Grandma,
Which remain in my heart…forever.
12/9/2018
A Sad Christmas poerty contest sponsored by Dear Heart
There isn’t a day that goes past
when mum doesn’t mention your name
Mum is an elderly lady now
yet she still refers to you as ‘mummy’
It’s understandable ...
she was only eight when you passed away from breast cancer
I look at your photograph in its silver frame
Oh how I would have loved to have met my maternal grandma...
I was envious of my friends
Going to tea with granny
Or doing something exciting
I feel I missed out so much as a child
Mum tells me you had a fabulous sense of humour
and I’ve since discovered you wrote poetry
as did my aunt and uncle
I guess it is in my blood
and that one day I was destined to pick up my pen and write
I only wish I could have met you ...
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10/11/18
Picnics at the Park
I wished that I had stopped
The hands of Mother Clock
From ticking on its tac
As time flew by steadfast.
Bye, bye my toddler sweet
Hello there little princess
New adventures you'll seek
Words small and big you'll speak.
You're so confident at three
A daredevil I could see
Climbing, jumping, hopping
In every closet, hiding.
First time I saw you biked
With training wheels unlatched
Made your Grandma so proud
Love tears bedewed her eyes.
At four you got bolder
Your bike rides went farther
Your hollers were like fireflies
Which I chased them from afar.
Though dusk had already fallen
You're still roamin' in the gloamin'
A guard brought you back alone
Told him 3324 Park St., was your home.
You loved picnics at age five
On the grass, we laid our mat
Admiringly I watched you biked
With your cool sunglasses and hat.
One day when you're past five
Moved miles away I couldn't drive
How I wished that I had stopped
Before. The tic tacs of Mother Clock!
Looking at her
Lying peacefully
I thought "Yes,she's a princess now"
A real one
Not the "Princess" we always called her
Demanding
And bossy
Whining
Complaining
But a Princess who'll sleep forever
Not even Prince Charming kiss
Can wake her up
Looking at her
On a bed full of roses
White,yellow and dusty pink
She actually blooms
With thousand of candles
She looked radiantly beautiful
And that's when I know
She's in a better place now
Well rested
And loved.
grandma gave paper money, I didn't spend
fragrance of her touch I saved
up there in stars she lives...
April 6, 2017.
Form K - Kimo - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Syllables: 10 /7 /6