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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beautiful, care, death, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, growing up, i love you, peace, sad, voice,

GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi, grandpa, it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass above the nightstand
Remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, 
She waits for you.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed stroking my hair with her hands
I miss the way she rocked me to sleep every night 

Hello, grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina soar
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma loved
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandma's favorite scarf

Hello, Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Remember the way she looked in the yellow pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
Like the walking cane, she handcrafted before she left

Hello, grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see her again
She will no longer be alone
Say hi to her, give her a kiss
Tell her I miss her so much
Bye, grandpa

~*~


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: 2nd grade, books, boy, grandchild, grandmother, longing, love,

Brody

Brody

I bought two new books for you today my sweet boy.
The Wizard of Oz and the Jungle book should bring joy.

I'm very proud of how wonderfully you read.
As an English scholar, I know you will succeed.

I see your picture in the morning when I rise
As I observe your dark hair and sparkling brown eyes

The thought and sight of you really makes me smile,
Although, when I saw you last, it's been quite a while.

I miss watching you laugh and play riding your bike.
I love photos sent of you and Dad on that hike.

You love to have fun in the sun I know, I know...
You race and ride that ATV just like a pro.

Your mommy sends me sweet pictures which makes my day
I would love to find a letter from you today.

You look so dashing in your boy scout livery
With badges bravely sought and won with chivalry.

Your Kung fu lessons have trained mind and body well
I'm proud of you my dear grandson and I can tell

The kind of compassionate soul you will one day be.
I pray to God you will be blessed eternally.

Sometimes tears fall because you live so far away
I long for your kisses and hugs most everyday.

Please don't ever forget how much your Gram loves you.
You have my heart, and with your smile I can't feel blue.

4-9-18
© Connie Marcum Wong

-Poem of the day April 11, 2018~

5th place in Emile Pinet's Non-Romantic Love Contest


Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: adventure, crazy, cute love, fun, garden, grandchild, grandmother,

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree

You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and again -
to breathe deep that fragrance
rich with pheromone nostalgia
just like Grammy Georgina used too do

the apple doesn't fall far from the tree

I can still see her now, in her glory days,
with lovely lemon locks soaking up the summer sun,
rooted in that old-fashioned train of mind:
You don't stop your work until it's done!

(but a walking contradiction, just like her grandson,
..rose to her nose like ruby rebellion)

the tree doesn't grow solely from the ground

Water's an important player too,
especially from grandma's showering can

(laughing tears the shade of crystalline blue)

Course you can't forget those lifetime lessons either,
from dear ole Georgie, speaking with a sunny kind of seriousness,
about the importance of patience,
the fruitfulness of labor,
plucking up the surviving winters' courageous cucumbers,
blushing beets

the ground isn't just a place for our feet

Cause with her and I, we incinerate the stereotype:
young blood reflecting on infinity,
old knees dancing like she's got chipper chipmunks
for toes     giggles in the background like a photobomb
to the expected chapel silence

(it's not all peaches and cream though,
sometimes we get violent)

Orange slush, flying miles behind us,
at times getting grazed in the face
by nature's food fight

our feet between the squish squish of the crab apple

We were two peas, if you please, in a curious pod,
like a whimsical joke from a laughing God:
Me, the champion of her scallions,
the guardian of her garden,
leaving all sensibility befuddled
with an, "I beg your pardon?"

I wonder if she knew then the gravity of the situation,
watching mama scream bloody murder,
as I came into this world..

..was she scratching her head, lips curled, in questioning amazement,
just like Newton must have been, when developing his theory?
What d'you suppose they both were thinking?

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree..



Written March 27, 2016
For the Cliche Contest Hosted by Silent One


Poem Details | by OP Threat aka God |
Categories: age, dad, emotions, grandchild, grandfather,

I Love You, Old Man

I once had knew a man 
Who became older than a dead man 
A tired soul, he was.
Looked like he'd never seen a bed 

        And

His gray hair resembled a cloudy day, 
With fog, and his swollen eyes -
- looked like someone had just punched him in the face 

His skin was wrinkled like a dollar bill in a child's pocket 
Told to put it in his wallet, but Gosh darn it, he didn't think it 

Through, 

the skin on his face was sagging like the jeans of a teenage delinquent, 
Or like borrowing a pair from someone who weighs a hundred more than you 

His back was hunched like he was searching for answers that lie upon the ground 
He had always kept his walker close to him, it helped him get around.

Too someone else, he may just seem to be an old man 
But too me, he is a gold man

'Cause That's my old man.


Poem Details | by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: baby, grandchild, love,

Nicholas, My Boy

The joy of birth, the growing up,
leads us to adore our lovely babies.
But not, alas, without the toils of life.
For we experience lack of sleep,
contend with baby vomit,
or idiotically putting on his boxer shorts
completely the wrong way around.
 
Yet all is part of being loving
to a newborn childIn fact sometimes
I get the weird, unworldly feeling
that I'm the worst grand pa of all.
 
Perhaps it's just that I'm getting old.
Try lift the chubby scamp a little while
and oh my poor back simply aches.
And if he cries I must find out
what ails the urchin, my dearest pet.
A dirty nappy?  Someone take care,
mother or granny, it's their job I'm afraid.
But if it's a bottle of milk he wants,
or nibbling a few small pieces of cereal,
then I am game Bring on the glorious food.
 
And when he sleeps, I'm just in heaven,
contemplating the profound miracle of life.
For though he's not directly mine,
he's the continuation of my genetic line.
And so I worry if he coughs or wheezes,
or falls whilst crawling, adding to his bruises.
Awake he's smiling, gurgling bundle of joy
that makes me proud, he's Nicholas my boy.
 


Poem Details | by MAUREEN LEFANUE |
Categories: death, mother, me, love, me, cancer, grandchild,

A Mothers Last Goodbye

“Good-bye my daughter dear,” she said As tears welled up in her eyes “It’s time for me to go to sleep This must be no surprise The good Lord knows my battles And my health is ailing still He’s given me so many blessings I’ve passed them to you in my will I’m sad to say good-bye For we have shared much joy Remember me to Sarah My grandchild I love and enjoy I love you my daughter These years together have been sweet I’m so glad you love the Lord And again we will meet I’m not afraid of dying ‘Cause I know that in a while Christ will call me from my grave I feel my life has been worthwhile For I taught you to seek your Father To help you through every trial He’ll always be there to guide you With never a denial I leave you in His hands”, she said As she gently kissed her daughter’s hand Her eyes closed very slowly Against cancer she’d lost her stand She’d been a wonderful mother Teacher and true friend Faithful to her Lord And gracious to the end. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012


Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: grandchild, love,

UNCONDITIONAL Charlieku

parents release
tiresome grip
let go

kisses fly forth
in giggles
from lips

wings of angels
strung around
my neck

pearlescent glow
twinkling eyes
of grands

synergetic
euphoric
sweet love

10/11/2018

Charlieku 4-3-2 Contest/Charles Messina
















Poem Details | by Wanda Daugherty |
Categories: absence, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, i love you, silly,

Missing Kristen

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


Poem Details | by Franklin Price |
Categories: blessing, grandchild, high school, love, star, youth,

The Story of Granddaughter Lily

The story of Granddaughter Lily
By Franklin Price
4/14/2015

The story of granddaughter Lily
Is one I feel compelled to tell
Of talent that revealed itself
Really from the starting bell

At her birth and I was there
Entered the stage oh what a sight
Star of the show she was that day
A prelude to this Friday night

Precocious as a growing child
Entertaining was her thing
If one or more were in her view
Never missed a chance to dance and sing

Then came the play in seventh grade
Pirates of Penzance the name
Tried out for the leading role
And so began her school play game

We were there and cheering proudly
She sang and acted as a pro
At the end applauding loudly
We hugged her neck said way to go

The years have flown since way back then
She has performed in song and dance
Lily a high school senior now
Curtains in the Pirates of Penzance

We will be there to watch the show
Grandparents cannot stay away
We'll clap and cheer embarrass her
Celebrate this final high school play

I know this will not be the last
For entertainment is her thing
On to college and on from there
Excited to see what life will bring


Poem Details | by Al Parry |
Categories: anniversary, baby, baptism, beauty, bereavement, best friend, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, caregiving, celebration, child, childhood, farewell, feelings, first love, children, for him, kids, freedom, friendship, funeral, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, graduation, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, happiness, happy, health, heartbroken, hope, identity, inspiration, jesus,

Hugs

Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.


Poem Details | by Jennifer Marie Oliver |
Categories: love, mother, son, day, child, dad, time, child, dad, day, time, grandchild,

The Best day of My Life

I always thought that I knew love
How intense that feeling could be
But, you were my gift from above
Just exactly what I'd need

I never thought I'd be a mother
I thought that time had past
It was a shock to believe another
For I was pregnant at last

I was 39 at the time 
I felt kind of tired and old 
My doctor said that I was fine
And a child is precious like gold

It wasnt always very easy 
Being pregnant, working each day
Some times I'd get kind of queasy
But, eventually it went away

Tests, ultrasounds, bloodwork , all were fine 
An amnio to see if you were okay
Monthly appointments, filled much of my time
Everything was progressing each day

I worked until the day before
Your grandparents flew out to see
I was very ready, couldn't take no more
Wanted my child for just for me

Finally the day had come,when I was to see my son
I got up early, got everything ready, even checked your room.
Slowly I drove to the hospital ,awaiting for the fun
For this was it what I had waited for, i'd see you before noon

At the hospital they readied me
A Doctor put a catheter in my back
My Mom and Dad rushed up to see
Their grandchild in a wrap

I told them of my nervousness 
How I forgot the words to say
So together we as a family
We were able to pray

I had to wait for a long time 
Emergency twins were on the way
They said I was next in line 
In the holding room was where I stay

So at 930 they brought me in to the room
They draped a sheet in front of my face
I hoped my head wouldn't  zoom 
I wanted to start this race
 
At 9:54 you came into my life
Your Dad ran to the end to see
The child that was bore by his wife
We became a family of three

My eyes filled with tears and I felt joy
It was all so new, I never had felt it before
Here's your child, perfect, handsome, and its a boy
For on that day my love for you grew even more

The bond between a mother and son
Is a story that can't be told
To look into your little eyes, I was overcome
My memories of that first time will never get old

So on this day when you had came 
Was the best day I could have ever thought
Never mind fortune and fame
To have a child is a lesson in life that can never ever be taught


Poem Details | by Joe Flach |
Categories: familyfamily, grandmother, baseball, family, grandfather, grandmother, life, love, sports, grandchild, grandchild,

Baseball in Heaven

My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore But, my family moved away from 
Baltimore when I was five and we lived most of my life in another state far away from my 
grandfather Whenever he called, however, I was the one grandchild he always wanted to 
talk to so we could discuss his beloved Baltimore Orioles I was the one grandchild who 
followed sports closely and always remained a true Baltimore sports fan.

Later in life, I learned that my grandfather was actually a gifted baseball player himself when 
he was young In those days, he would explain, professional baseball players did not make 
enough money to support a family so he had to make up his mind to either play baseball or 
get married and raise a family As it turned out, his love for baseball was only surpassed by 
his love for my grandmother and, although he hung on to the newspaper clippings that 
labeled him a “can’t miss professional baseball prospect”, he hung up his cleats and glove, 
married my grandmother and went out to find a “real” job.

But his love for the game survived and year in and year out, he and I discussed the 
intricacies of the game and enjoyed or lamented each baseball season based on the 
successes and/or failures of the Baltimore Orioles As crummy as the Baltimore bums are 
today, I was fortunate enough to experience and share many more successful seasons than 
poor ones during those limited years that I shared life with this amazing man.

I always felt sorry for my grandfather, considering him a victim of poor timing Had he 
been born about 50 years later in life, he would not have had to pick between being a 
baseball player or earning a living – in fact, with his talent, he could have earned a much 
better than average living while enjoying the one thing he loved most in life.

When my grandfather passed away, I was sure that he was joining a heavenly nine to once 
again strap on his spikes and don the leather Without a doubt, they must play baseball in 
heaven And I wait for the day that I sit in the heavenly bleachers and cheer on a young 
grandfather playing this wonderful game with other boys of summer.

(Inspired by, “is there baseball in heaven”, by Constance, A Rambling Poet)


Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: adventure, bereavement, dad, daughter, death, devotion, emotions, eulogy, faith, family, father, freedom, funeral, goodbye, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, history, how i feel, i love you, life, men, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, mother, obituary, old, patriotic, peace, people, sea, son, sorrow, spiritual, travel, veterans day, war,

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, candy, care, childhood, chocolate, clothes, emotions, feelings, friendship, giving, grandchild, grandmother, grandparents, happiness, happy, heart, hope, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, love, niece, peace, uplifting,

Love Never Fades

There's a little history to this particular poemI know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years oldI wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years oldI also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowersHowever, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it

---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all


Poem Details | by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: children, grandchild, heart, innocence, love,

Grandchildren

Love our grandchildren
Their love has no conditions
They love us for us

Edward J Ebbs - March 23, 2015


Poem Details | by Robert Wilson |
Categories: family, children, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandson, love,

A Granddads Love

A Granddads love will never end, it does not yield it does not bend.
Through time of good and times of bad they can rely on Granddad.
He is always there to mend their toys to make them laugh and bring them joy.
He reads them stories and plays their games and never ever mixes up their names.
A Granddads love will never end he is not just Granddad he is their best friend.


Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: fun, grandchild, grandmother, love, , cute,

Super Grandma Girl

Super grandma girl, in her long green cape,
took a quick ride on a golden grape;
she slipped, greased lightning like, over the floor,
gunned her girl motor and flew out the door.
A piercing scream out on the front lawn
a grandchild in trouble???? No time for a yawn.
Like all super heroes she was there in a flash,
with a dash and a clash and a ladylike smash.
Her darling was bloodied,
pink ruffled dress muddied,
(the one she had just worn to church).
She had taken a lurch and fell from her perch
way up high in the old apple tree,
a place she was not meant to be.
Only grannie superheroes can give healing kisses
to cute little, sweet little, bad little misses,
but that is exactly what grandma's will do--
grab you up quick with loud hullabaloos,
and before you know it, you're better! It's true!
Just because super grandma really loves you.
But--one thing all grand kids need to remember:
grandma will love you the year through--to December!
You don't have to be bad and fall from a tree
to get super kisses from super old me.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, August 3, 2014


Poem Details | by Suyash Saxena |
Categories: absence, adventure, best friend, bible, boyfriend, brother, child, childhood, community, conflict, dedication, depression, dream, eulogy, faith, farewell, fear, feelings, first love, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grief, heartbroken, image, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, life, light, loneliness, lost, missing, missing you, mother, sad, sad love,

Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
StStephen’s college


Poem Details | by Reynolda Garay |
Categories: familybaby, baby, girl, joy, love, may, me, grandchild,

A Mother's Joy

A Mother’s Joy

A mother’s joy is to see her self living on in her daughter
Strong, beautiful and alive
Taking life, ahead on with no regrets
Knowing that the world is her without limitations
That’s been implanted in her for many years
Yes my baby girl life is hard
But we get what we want no matter how many times we may fall
We always have to learn the hard way, but we do learn

A mother’s joy is seeing her baby girl raising her own babies
I’ve must of done something right to have you by my side!
That smile you get upon your face
Lets me know that you are happy and doing alright
I may not always be the most importation person in your life
But you are to mine!

A mother’s love is being able to let go
You told me that it’s a mother’s job is to always be there when their children are in trouble 
No my baby girl
It’s not our job, it’s ours love that keeps us there

A mother’s joy is to see another day, another year, and another grandchild grow and 
become another branch from our tree
These are the things a mother keeps locked up in her hearts
In a little box called a mother’s joy!


Poem Details | by Denise Hopkins |
Categories: absence, angel, baby, bereavement, care, creation, death, dedication, desire, dream, emotions, faith, family, farewell, feelings, future, god, goodbye, grandchild, grandmother, grief, heartbroken, hope, i love you, innocence, journey, life, loss, memory, miracle, pain, passion, sorrow, strength,

BABY

You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us, although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever... the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild.... "Angel" 2012


Poem Details | by Gordon wickstrom |
Categories: child, grandchild, love,

Granddaughter

For our Granddaughter-Fayth-

You came to us from the island and you brought
 
to us a youthful innocence-filled with adventure-

a life that measures the earth with your heart-
 
You brought also the sweetness of your smile-

the honey that bursts into light-

I have seen no eyes so bright as yours-

no heart so sweet-nor such gentle kindness-

I have seen nothing so alive
 
as your begining journey through life-
   
Now you know-granddaughter-how much we love you-

and that for us-you are the brightness that
 
bursts and bears the flower of spring-

you are the fragrance of a garden in
 
the pathway of our lives-
  
I place my heart to earth and hear you-

I hear your laughter and your excitement

of life and adventure-You are a-Little

butterfly-sweet and sure-Grandpa Gord-


Poem Details | by Edwin Hofert |
Categories: feelings, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, growing up, love,

My Little Ballerina

My Little Ballerina

Jacklyn
I love you more than you can possibly know.
Gpa

Somehow I missed the moment
I didn't get to see her twirl.
My little ballerina
my little dancing girl.

Loving her forever
even long before she's born.
I loved every step she took
and every dancing shoe she's worn.

Born against the odds they said
she's born of holy water.
My little dancing angel
my only daughters daughter.

With time and distance in between
no way for me to travel.
All the dreams of her and I
I slowly watched unravel.

Still miles can't stop a grandpas love
it speeds across the ocean.
The breeze that's sometimes in your hair
is a grandpas love in motion.

Not seeking fame or fortune
nor love and not romance.
It's on it's way to watch her sway
and see grand daughters dance.

If only in my mind I see
like I've watched from the start.
Every move my little angel makes
I see it with my heart.

Edwin C Hofert


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: baby, birth, caregiving, grandchild, i love you, parents, uplifting,

Love Given

cradled in your hug
your warmth enfolds me
just a babe in arms


Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: family, grandchild, grandmother, love,

First Love

Outside the sterile nursery I stood,
looking in.
So many snuggly swaddled newborns asleep in little plastic cribs;
my eyes hungered for only one

A nurse was bathing you,
removing the remnants of your forming nest.
Her face filled with wonder and adoration.
"Is this one yours?"
Soundless question behind glass
"So beautiful!"

I had watched your head crown between your mother's legs;
rapt awaiting the first glimpse of your face.
A mass of wet black curls and then your eyes;
you were born and I was smitten!
Unexpected, the rush of brand new love I did not know existed.

First grandchild!
You opened the door to a different world,
love wild and fierce,
protective and totally absorbed.

Four more times that door has opened,
love's arrow piercing my heart
when you hurt,  the pain twists  within me.

You are the soul sunshine I crave,
my grandchildren.

Copyright, September 18, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson


Poem Details | by Brian Baumgarn |
Categories: children, grandchild, love,

No Jewel Shines

No jewel shines brighter now, for me,
than when my grandchild's eyes I see.
For there all facets gleam and shine
more precious than gems deemed divine.

From those eyes sunlight warms the day,
night's sleepy eyes hide stars away.
On each new morn they sparkle bright,
and shimmer singing, "I am Light."

They twinkle mischief while at play,
are quiet gold when time to pray.
Aglow they stream as diamond tears, 
one hug they beam out, joy, not fears.

We need no monarch's treasure chest,
our grandchild's starlit eyes are best.
Through them we see past heaven's door,
to where jeweled eyes gleam, evermore!

                                    No Jewel Shines
*For Naomi, JuliEtta, and Remington


Poem Details | by Ashly Raju |
Categories: care, grandchild, grandmother,

ETERNAL LOVE

Dazzled by the sizzling beauty
Of  butterflies
I plodded through
Th saloon of the flowers and flies.
I reached a
Narrow dusty path.
Now the garden 
Is an unclear dot behind me.
Its trying to attract me
To its inclosure of magic
But I cannot enjoy
These flickering happiness
Which lasts half a second.
I have to reach the love
Which is lullubies for me
I have to reach my grandmom
Who waits for me
With her affectional eyes.
I have to be in her caring hand
Where I find relief.
Alas!
Its dark around me.
The sky turned fearful black.
My vicinity grown 
Into a dreadful ebony.
The terror in me
Set its music.
 The tears in myeyes
That aimed at the ground
Began to outflow.
I shrank to the edge
Of  the track.
Suddenly the lilt
Of  sorrow and pain
Was removed by the new music.
That’ s the flying sound of butterflies.
Those seem to be 
The footsteps of my love granny.
That sound is nearing me
The soft hands of  grandmommy 
Clutched me to her
And her guarding hand 
Wiped my tears
Yeah,
I am in my destination
I am in the ardour
For which I waited   


Poem Details | by Sharon Gulley |
Categories: beautiful, child, grandchild, heart, love,

A Tiny Freckle

I noticed a tiny little freckle upon your 
face today and it is so perfectly neat.

It reminds me that the angels above
kissed you and left a spot so sweet.

Little child each time in my arms, Oh
how my heart does peek.
With your persuasive eyes and dimpled
cheeks

Such happiness every little hug brings
like a gift of fresh flowers in spring

Such mystery in your curious smile
what a future I see for the both of us
mile after growing mile.


Poem Details | by Susan Ellis |
Categories: baby, grandchild, granddaughter, growing up, love,

FIRST YEAR WITH KAYLEE

From sleeping through the whole night,
To cutting your first tooth to bite,

From watching you roll over,
To hearing your first word 'MUMMA',

From watching you crawl commando,
To seeing your first steps solo,

Your Nan has spent time with you nearly everyday,
And to be honest would have it no other way,

I've rocked you to sleep time after time,
Had you when you're sick giving your Mum piece of mind,

Cuddled you when you've been sad,
And told you 'No' when you've been bad,

Laughed with you when we've been playing,
Praised you when you're not misbehaving,

Just in one year you've developed at such speed,
First year milestones you've passed indeed,

Your presence is infectious you can't ignore,
Obviously an old soul you've been here before,

I think you've been sent to teach all of us,
Cause you're the perfect example of unconditional love.

07/01/2016


Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: child, children, family, grandchild, grandmother, grandparents, love, sister,

A SISTER HIGLY ADORED

Joanna was the prettiest child with a fair freckled face,
reddish curly hair and a pair of big emerald eyes 
that sparkled with the purest sweetness and innocence...
and today still blessed with beauty, she shines! 


We resemble a lot in looks by letting modesty be our main virtue, 
and hadn't mother constantly taught us those godly, honest 
ways and equal love for everybody, we wouldn't ever exist
in such a false, uncaring world that has no rewards to accrue


Mother of two bright kids, and grandmother of four boys...
Joanna is their inspiration, and quite often she spoils them with toys,
but don't all grandmothers love those adorable toddlers...
when they quickly run to them, falling down and getting up at once?  


I am very thankful and lucky to have this kindhearted sibling
who shares my same qualities and desire for a happy living;
we both value life and show warmth instead of being cold...
haven't I walked side by side with a sister highly adored? 
  






Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: familymother, daughter, sweet, thanksgiving, daughter, love, me, mother, sweet, grandchild,

The Generations

The time has come to step aside.
It’s been a very lovely ride.
I trained my darling daughter well.
It’s she who rings the dinner bell
on holidays and lets me rest.
She aces each and every test 

Proving herself every bit as able
as I to set Thanksgiving table,
she feeds her twenty-two hungry guests
without a sign of being stressed.
So I feel needed, I surmise,
she allowed me to make the pies.

She never loses her sweet smile.
For each grandchild she stops awhile
to hug, to listen and to praise
as I did in the olden days.
Daughter, mother and grandmother,
she’s as good at one role as the other.

The day will come I know it’s true
when she will give soup ladle to
her own sweet daughter next in line.
She’ll step aside this child of mine,
to sit and rest and watch her daughter
do as  her loving mother taught her.

I watch her now with love and pride
this woman whom I helped to guide
to the super mother she became.
Her daughters now are in the game
They’re teaching the new generation
to be the next great mom sensation.

And so it has been through the years,
moms giving love and shedding tears,
each passing on her mothering lore
learned from mothers who came before