We Are A Grandmother Poems - Poems about We Are A Grandmother

Nanna traces finger-rhymes around my hand: tickling poems. Pictures in my sister’s book speak poetry, and I want her book to be mine. Miss Fernside points to words beside her drawings on the easel; I love Miss Fernside. First...Read the rest...

As a child, with my Nanna, making the bed - waves of sheet crash, underneath is cool - dark, need to breathe, roll on the carpet-beach, watch the white-surge flapping, snapping, falling up and down up and down calming, resting smelling sunshine. ...Read the rest...

In my kitchen's grasp, where spices hop free, Whispers of our memories, in each recipe. Khichdi's humble grace, a bow to our roots, In grains and lentils, tradition assent. Herbal notes linger, a fragrant ballet, a scenic design. As...Read the rest...

Mother of us all Powerhouse of all life Goddess of the gods She is the Bird of birds The Beast of beasts The Fish of fish The Amphibian of amphibians The Reptile of reptiles The Bug...Read the rest...

As Freshly Laundered Linens Secured By Pins On a Back Yard Clothes Line Airing Out In Daisy Aromatic Breeze Set to Dry Under The Friendly Not too Hot Sun! I Sigh, For this is All In My Mind Sitting on...Read the rest...

A happy day for you I’m sure, A most lucky day to enjoy, You are a double grandma now. You have a new bundle of joy! Apples, peaches, pears, or plums, Or any other kind of fruit Are not...Read the rest...

I love women who gracefully dance And sweetly sing; and women who Avidly read and who brilliantly think; I love women who love to love— And who despise to hate—and who Receive and give of themselves, as well....Read the rest...

First look at Grand Canyon eternity’s birth Your eyes changed forever in awe of its girth All words into whispers each view but a gift Alive in its legend — unchanged in its myth (Dreamsleep: April, 2024) ...Read the rest...

Where have all the moments gone, As fresh as a summer breeze! That kissed newborn, fresh, emerald leavees on Chicago’s trees. Whatever became of my expansive, Blond desk, that smelled of fresh wood? Or, my white and black saddle...Read the rest...

Grandma's kisses soothe makes all boo boos go away as if never there...Read the rest...

Letter of the past, Now a treasured piece, Letter of gone years, Now a keepsake. She wrote it to show her love, She wrote it to tell me how proud she was of me, It had words from the depth of...Read the rest...

Grandma can do it! Henry insisted. No one else knew it, but he persisted. Grandma laced up her skates and took to the road. She was terrific, her moves were all gold. She’d won the skating Olympic gold medal...Read the rest...

Every lively landscape and tree were stripped by fierce winter of their verdant, elegant dress: and while they are naked and grieving amid rainfall and fog: they still wish for sunny days! Everything loses its beauty, it's the harshest...Read the rest...

Candid Awesome Rare Radical Impactful Earthquake ...Read the rest...

Grandma's Stories “Can I tell a tale? Well sit.I'm going to. Pull up a chair, or on the floor that will do. I'm elderly now as things are reckoned, and i may forget the story in...Read the rest...