Granddaughter Quatrain Poems

Lovely young woman,
Full of charm and wonder,
Your life lies before you,
Plans and dreams to ponder.

No longer a child,
Today you're eighteen,
And what you'll become,
Remains to be...

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All quiet on the western front:
The rest, in bed, still sleeping.
Then, audibly, I hear a grunt;
The neck hairs start their creeping.

Then springing up from on...

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When Genevieve asks me to walk,
my answer: an emphatic “Yes!”
To stroll the woods and simply hear her talk?
The top of my list, I confess.

I love...

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What are you doing? I asked the little girl of three.
I am colorizing the flowers, she promptly told me.
And staying in the lines I said,...

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My granddaughter loves this restaurant and was looking forward to certain foods.


A simple slice of pie will do.
It’s on the menu - see me point.
A...

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Thirteen is a baker’s dozen,
Or a scary Friday night.
Missing in an elevator,
Or a 12-year-old’s delight.

Rite of passage from a tweener,
Cooler in so many ways.
Does it...

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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...

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Miss Vivian, our precious girl,
    On this, your special day,
Your Mimi and your Big Daddy
    Just have one thing...

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Inquisitive mind,
precious, sweet face.
World full of wonder,
brought here by grace.

Universe opens
just out the door.
Nature is calling;
much to explore.

Things I would show you:
to seek, to avoid.
Patience:...

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The world is suspended with her on my chest;
her breathing is steady and I am at peace.
So much in this moment, both slowed and compressed;
the...

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Miss Vivian, my heart is full
to stay with you a while,
to see your precious cherub face,
your impish little smile.

You have your father’s countenance,
your mom’s full...

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Mary Berry, very scary
When she drives that 'cat.
Anything but ordinary
In her smashing hat.

Giggles as she hits the gas;
It's fun to be alive!
She will skip your...

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My grandma and a rose are the same, each is
God's masterpiece but with a different name."
        ...

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Hair like fine spun gold,
Not a curl in sight.
Eyes of azure blue,
that sparkle with delight.

A cute, turned up nose,
And a Mona Lisa smile.
Creative imagination, 
But...

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She wakes at dawn, clock set for eight
she tried to rest- but work won't wait
cooking, cleaning, coffee to brew
“Oh without me, what would they do?”

Breakfast...

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