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


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

sweet love


Charlieku 4-3-2 Contest/Charles Messina

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,


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 Edward Ebbs |
Categories: children, grandchild, heart, innocence, love,


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 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
St. Stephen’s college

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 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

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 Edwin Hofert |
Categories: child, cute love, grandchild, granddaughter, inspirational, poetry,



A little girl found a kitten.
As she walked down the street.
She took it home to her house.
To give it food to eat.

The kitten missed it's mother.
It would cry and then meow..
The little girl held it close.
To try to help somehow.

After just a little while.
Holding the kitten next to her.
She noticed that the kitten.
Would then begin to purr.

She began to realize.
The difference in the sound.
Of a kitten that is lost.
And the kitten that is found.

Edwin C Hofert

Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: family, grandchild, grandmother, love,

What My Grandma Taught me

What My Grandma Taught Me
By Curtis Johnson

No.  She never sat me down and said,                                                        “Listen to me Curtis, and always remember this”.

Yes. I learned and believe these 11 words                                                 because of the way she loved me.
Needs someone
Through whose eyes
You can do
No wrong

cj07182015What My Grandma Taught Me
By Curtis Johnson

Poem Details | by Sean Cannon |
Categories: absence, abuse, forgiveness, grandchild, grandfather, lost love,

A Toy Brings the Ugly Me Out

He sits on top a dusty shelf;
his care when he showed none.
I think you gave me your
unwanted gifts.
And yet this
the only thing
you gave my family,
better than a beating.
I forgive you because
you are a fellow human,
but I hate you.
I hate how you remind me
that my family is jealous.
I hate how I have to hold
onto you; I don't want you.
You old, dusty,
boxed race truck;
I don't want you.

Poem Details | by sadashivan nair |
Categories: grandchild, kid, love,

O lovely kids

O’ Lovely boys of Eden,
O’ Dearest lassies of paradise;
O’ sweet little charming kids;
You love your life;
You are Content with what you are;
You are Content with what you have;
You are chimera as sky,
Look nothing when we see,
But are strong enough,
To carry billions of twinkling stars;
You are Zero when added one is ten,
The more the zero more the count;
You are nothing but vacuum,
Your power of suction is unbound,
A tornado strong enough to engulf all…

© Sadashivan Nair,

Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: child, children, grandchild, grandmother, love,

Wisdom of a Child

Look grandma,
it look like hugar, but it ain't grandma
It's halt

Poem Details | by CJ Krieger |
Categories: age, caregiving, children, dedication, devotion, family, grandchild, grandmother, health, inspirational, life, lonely, love, sweet, sympathy, together,


She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
Afraid to go anywhere
Least she break

She sits outside
When the weather is clear
Reading the same book
She has read for many years
Painfully turning the pages
With crooked fingers

I see her smile
As the lines on her face
Seem to multiply ten fold
While she tries to remember
Why she is smiling

When the cooler weather
Dances around her
She wears a long soft scarf
Wrapped many times
Around her neck
To keep the cold away

She will ask me
"When will my friends
Be coming by?"
And I sit next to her
Hold her hand
And say to her
Soon Grandma… soon

Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: funny, grandchild, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, love hurts,

Lost the Remote in the Living Room

I lost the remote in the living room.
On Saturday.
My husband and I ran around looking and looking.
At first it was just the couch pillows, we were looking through.
An hour into it we had made what looks like a bon fire,
Tipping over couches, recliners, and such.
We broke a couple of tables.
Hey, wait, my husband reminded me.
Merlin was here today.
I called Merlin’s mommy, our daughter.
She said, "Oh, darn. We just found it. We thought it
was the one we lost a couple of weeks ago."

Merlin is our two year old grandson
Whom we apparently did not watch
As well as we should have the 
5 hours he was here.
He is going to have to
Leave his hoodie and
His diapers at home.

Poem Details | by Cordon Bittner |
Categories: assonance, daughter, devotion, grandchild, hope, love, senses,

7 Months of Touch Hunger

My grandson fingers his brain

He sings and listens to it but mainly clings
He prods and jabs it

His thoughts are drawn to where he is pointing
They desire his touch
And triumph with each poke and squeeze
But are ever needful of attention

His finger padded larvae crawl up
A new days branches
Until a butterfly of insight emerges
And alights upon an eager nidus of neurons

Hurry to wiggle the air, the hair
That cascades from his mother's head
The casing for another beautiful brain
that duly desires his grabbing and twisting

Insistent kneading for them both
To have their daily bread of love.

Poem Details | by Wilfredo Derequito |
Categories: lost love, love, sad, grandchild,

Young Old Bull

My, he really is something, my egotistical friend -
Enigmatic and choleric he will be till the very end;
Youth, the loss of it, causes him no alarm, he's just so cool,   
Outwardly, creaky bones and all, he still acts like a young bull.
Keep going, old boy, I pray, till the next grandchild comes your way.

Poem Details | by Karen Price |
Categories: life, love, people, time, grandchild,


The first grandchild is...
Well, a shock.
Yes, a blessing!
A gift, but a reality check!

Can it be?
Yes, for sure.
Breathe him in, stroking each golden hair.
Smell closely, the newness of life.

Feel the pulse and energy.
Celebrate and cry.
The time is passing, 
The answers are "blowing in the wind".

Some spaces filled,
while others 
are exposed.

Poem Details | by Tony Brady |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, blessing, grandchild, grandmother, grandparents, love,


Being beautiful beyond that of the physical form,
by the only way she knows to exist.

Her heart and her soul and her sacrifice,
even when in shadow are devils amidst.

Still she chooses to struggle to give,
because of love from a heart truly pure.

Even through times, unfair with their lies,
this woman continues to give more.

So I love her equally with all of my heart,
and shall forever remember her deeds.

I’ll pray for you and the rest of the world,
that you may meet such a woman,
and one day be as lucky as me

Poem Details | by Patsy Carter |
Categories: grandchild, grandparents, love,


Life is much sweeter and better than ever. 
For our grandchildren are the ones who keep us together.
.The love that they give us is better than gold.
We are so happy to have them as we grow old.

Just when you think that your life is not good
That's when a grandchild teaches you 
about unconditional love.
They are more  precious than rubies or diamonds
and anything in this world  they have  come to show us 
 that everything will be as it should

To have them here with us is a Blessing so grand.
I thank God every day for the touch of his hand.
Each day that we live is better and better
Because our grandchildren will always keep us together.

Poem Details | by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: grandchild, grandmother, love, winter, , cute,


Judiciously I pick
just the right colours.
Judging by the size of
Jeanie my cute grandchild.
Joy to knit for her in
January chills a
jumper warm as this one.

Poem Details | by arthur weil |
Categories: age, appreciation, family, grandchild, growth, life, love,

On the Go

You can’t bury him yet
The wise old owl well fed
Eyes keen, a healthy spleen
A wrinkled face shows a has-been

But not so fast
Old hickory not passed
But vigilant and wise
Wisdom his greatest prize

He saunters slowly like a snail
His stories, jokes are all old mail
His humor, full of jest
Tall tales believed are just the best

He loves his kids
And grandkids in the midst
Penuriously slaved
Years of elements braved

He’s yearned it, earned it
While life has taught him quite a bit
So when you pass him say “hello”
Not finished yet, his life is on the go

Poem Details | by Patsy Carter |
Categories: family, grandchild, joy, love,


Our grandchildren are precious and so and dear.
We are so blessed to have them here.
We wouldn't trade for a million dollars.

Even though they scream and cry and throw their fits.
We will always love them so much all our life.
We are just so happy to see them and hug them 
And watch them grow that is what makes up fro the of this.

When they are grown our hearts will miss them 
for when they were small but,
Our memories of them will outlast it all.

Poem Details | by bawa talwar |
Categories: break up, bridal shower, child abuse, childhood, grandchild, kiss, love hurts,

Come closer 2

Come closer and remain so
You are shunned I know
 You don't  mean bad luck ,believe  me
I will prove them wrong just feel free
your colour n texture I just love
For me you're  sent from above
I will  never desert you
Give me love, thats due
Lets go and hide somewhere 
Where our secrets  we can share
Here someone  may start pelting stones
For all you know, they may break  our bones.

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: angst, art, grandchild, guitar, inspirational love, soldier, travel,

Warrior Poet

Musical, analytical, religious, artistic.
Son of soldiers.
Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars.
Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets.
Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity.
Who would like to see Scandinavia, wealth, and grandchildren.
Resident of the Monterey Peninsula.

Poem Details | by bawa talwar |
Categories: creation, culture, cute love, daffodils, dance, grandchild, happiness,

Shady shelterr

Each day I'm spreading
whither am I heading
in rains there are off shoots
I bear down, all enjoy my fruits
come under my shade ,relax beneath me
here set hive you bee
Ill soon blossom forth with flowers
ye birds make nests, ill shelter in showers
why is there so much smoke?
in these circumstances Ill choke.