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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: dedication, devotion, granddaughter, joy, love,

Carissa's Love

 I know what it feels like to be adored beyond compare.
To be loved unconditionally just for being myself.
To have that special one want to be just like me.
I am told how wonderful I am each day,
How beautiful and loving, as I am smothered with hugs 
And kisses and artwork from my little master artist.

She treasures every compliment I give her and dances
To entertain me by the songs from my music box.
A grande jeté here, a pirouette there, thrills me with delight.
I love you hearts hang on my walls along with pictures
Drawn especially for me in bright colors she knows I love.

I hear my words come from her sweet little mouth...
"Oh for Pete's sake" or "For crying in the bucket" and I laugh
More at myself than from her trying to emulate my silly self.
She remembers all I teach her as she too teaches me!
Her endless devotion touches my heart so deeply that I
Bless her and pray for her safety day and night, and give thanks
To the Lord for blessing me with the precious gift of her birth.

This little 37 pound, long chestnut haired beauty is mine to adore
As she adores me, and tells me she is so happy I am her Grammy.
I am rich beyond belief, and blessed by all that is holy to have her love.

2-26-18

*Dedicated to the love of my life, my granddaughter Carissa, who will
celebrate her 6th birthday March 2, 2018


Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: baby, granddaughter, joy, love,

Treasure of My Soul

I held an angel in my arms today,
A precious babe snuggled against my breast.
And my heart was overwhelmed with so much love,
As she lay contentedly at rest.

I watched her as she slept so soundly,
Gazed at her cherub face in sweet repose.
I marveled at her tiny features,
Like her dainty shell-like ears and button nose.

I brushed my lips against her downy head,
Her skin like velvet to my touch.
I gave thanks to God above for His priceless blessing
Of this little angel girl I love so much.

The birth of my first grandchild has awakened,
A joy that my soul cannot contain.
From day one my heart's been captured by her,
Firmly caught and held by love's strong chain.


8/9/13
Entered in Shadow Hamilton's "Your Favorite Old Poem" contest


Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: granddaughter, grandmother, love,

Would You Still Love Me- Grandma

The nursing home called me early in the morning to come
as snow clouds sailed across the sky
and my heart swelled with a sea of tears
to see you lay still like a statue
my beloved grandma turned to stone
and I, a puddle of weeping and lost in my grief
grandma, I am not being strong and wondering
would you still love me ?

or tell me to stand up straight
I loved you so much and your sweet serenity
all those beautiful scars of your life
your delight in a cup of tea
and a good cookie
your gift of storytelling that you passed to me
I want to share everything at your funeral, but wonder if I do
would you still love me ?

if I shared our private conversations 
that we whispered in hushed voices since my childhood
and how when I was hurting you were my shelter
you were my placid lake where I felt safe
my tranquility-  the reason my words flow like a rippling stream
well, I spoke in the church of you and me
my words stilled the crowd to tears, but I still wondered
would you still love me ?

 love me for sharing our relationship
our great respect, bond and deep love
I was quiet as they lowered your coffin into the ground
the cemetery was full of bird twitters
but seemed soundless and peaceful
I will not say goodbye grandma for one day
my time will cease and when that day comes, I wonder
would you still love me ?


___________________________
December 5, 2018


Poetry/Free Verse/Would You Still Love Me - Grandma
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1092-174-01
All Rights Reserved Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest, Would You Still Love Me ?
sponsor, Edward Ibeh

Second Place


Poem Details | by Frederic Parker |
Categories: granddaughter,

Unconditonal Love

The black water reflects the still morning
Monarchs flutter and dance in rising sun
Purple skies grow lighter without warning
Separate rain, as rainbow colors run
Could I have seen a more beautiful sky?
Silently approaching your silhouette
My eyes well slowly in their joyous sigh
You sit alone, playing your clarinet
There's no vision or reflecting water
That warms my heart as this picture of you
A quivering heart for you, my granddaughter
As you practice in tune with a sky so blue

I am a witness to your gentleness
I feel the music your soul can express


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: death, granddaughter, grandmother, love, poetry,

Grammy's Girl

I see her pretty little face
With a sweet smile as bright as gold.
I think about the days ahead.
It saddens me, I'm growing old.

I love that precious little girl
With all that dwells inside of me.
One day I know we'll have to part.
I beg of Time, so fleetingly,

To warp somehow and backward go,
So I could share more of her life.
She says "Grammy, never leave me".
That I must die fills her with strife.

She says"I want to go with you".
I tell her of the joys instead,
How one day she'll meet a man,
He'll love her so, and they will wed.

But Grammy's love is all she knows,
So I will leave her parts of me,
In photographs and work I do,
In love notes from my poetry.

April,13, 2016
Happiness of Life Contest
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place


Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: granddaughter, grandfather, love,

Santa's Special Delivery: a collab

Brutal was the biting wind,
sweeping brown locks of a tiny urchin 
side to side, often hiding her eyes.
 
Oversized slippers she had donned
were lost in deep snow drifts.
She plodded forth barefoot, risking frostbite.
 
Little daylight remained to guide her;
a dangerous holiday trek she undertook.
Villagers in passing carriages didn't notice her.
 
With snow falling fast and accumulations growing deep,
she didn't realize she'd left the main road.
If only she could find her grandfather's cottage!
 
For Christmas Eve it was,
but in her heart there was no joy.
Her cruel stepmother’s house she left in search of love.
 
As darkness fell, the biting cold increased.
Her weary legs she dragged; with teary eyes she searched
in vain, for only shadows could she see.
 
A green-clad elf with lantern lit was homeward bound
deep in the woods, when all at once he spied this forlorn girl,
sprawled on the snow deprived of strength and shivering.
 
He shone the light on her white face; eyelids moved and flickered.
He read her thoughts and understood; he knew just how to help her
No time was lost; his crystal flute he blew to call his trusted friends
 
An entire family of elves pulled the shivering child,
placing her gently on a sled,
fully decked out in Christmas flare.
 
The elves had been on their way to Santa;
Yuletide deliveries had to be made, 
but the wee girl's plight took priority.
 
Once she was aboard the sled,  
reindeer arrived on cue,
ushering the crew to the North Pole.
 
The little girl came to quickly,
nestled in Santa's arms 
With pleasure he brought her to her grandfather's cottage.
 
Grandfather sat alone by his roaring fire
when a knock came to the door.
He went to see who it could be so late into the night.
 
There on the doorstep his young granddaughter stood with shining eyes,
a dream come true for those who never give up hope.
He picked her up in welcome arms, a warm embrace of love.
 
The clock struck twelveThey heard the sound of jingling bells
as Santa waved goodbye and off he sped across the sky.
Christmas had arrived, and his first gift had been delivered! 

 
[Inspired by the first paragraph of The Little Match Girl by H.CAndersen]

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Co-written by: Paul Callus~Carolyn Devonshire~Valentina Stagno-Navarra
Contest: A Christmas Tale
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Placed: 1st


Poem Details | by Jan Pearce |
Categories: beauty, childhood, farewell, granddaughter, grandmother, love, youth,

A Missive to My Granddaughters

“A Missive To My Granddaughters”


My dearest girls,

How can I begin to tell you 
how much your smile warms my heart,
or the enrichment that penetrates my soul
when I feel your arms embrace me?

With you, I am a girl again reliving my own youth
When you share each new life experience with me.
Once again, my own fervor for life springs forth, 
As I listen to the enthusiasm that emanates from your cheerful chatter.

Your joy rejuvenates me.
Your smile pierces my heart and finds its way
To a special place reserved only for you.
Your zest for life gives me hope again for a better world,
And I thrive on your courage that abounds with each day that passes.

Please know…
That I have saved countless wishes for you alone -
A heart that is forgiving and true,
A mind that is forever open and exploring,
And the courage to face and overcome any obstacle.

I wish you a taste for beauty in whatever presents itself,
A flair of your own like no one else has ever experienced,
An infinite appreciation for all of Nature’s bounty,
And a magnanimous spirit for others less fortunate.

Please know that when I am gone, 
I will be with you always in spirit.
Whether it is the sweetness of a Spring rain,
In the coo of a morning dove,
Or the scent of a summer rose,
You will be reminded,
And you will know
That I am there
With you
Watching
Waiting
Until we are together..…again.


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 Dean Masciarelli |
Categories: family, inspirational, love

My precious little flower (a poem for my granddaughter)

My precious little flower

Written By DA M

June 13, 2010 (4:24pm)


My precious little flower 

Your so young right now

But you will grow
as we all do 

More then you know

And then some day

When I am old and gray

You will blossom
into 
a full grown woman

And you will be 

More beautiful 

Then you have ever 
imagined you could be

And then a young man 
will come along

And he will ask 
you for your hand

And he will get down
on one bended knee

And he will want 
to marry you	

Because he will be 
so in love with you	

And once you say I do

He will become your husband
and you will become his wife

And It wont be very long

Before you two start having 
children of your own

And if I am no longer around
by then I pray to God that 
he will always watch over you
because all I will ever want
for you is what is best for you 	


Because you are my grand daughter
 



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 Cona Adams |
Categories: appreciation, god, granddaughter, grandson, love,

Grandchildren

A granddaughter is a joy
a real genuine treasure,
to make the heart sing
with unequaled pleasure.

Her smile can brighten
the gloomiest afternoon.
In her sweet presence
my heart becomes immune

to trouble or sorrow,
defeat or decline.
In her, so clearly,
we see God's design   

A grandson fills the gap
and completes God's plan.
In his face, I catch 
a  glimpse of the man.

His smile brings sunshine,
love defines his embrace.
My load becomes lighter,
worry's gone without a trace.

He will always hold
a large chunk of my heart.
No force can alter our
bond, it's off the chart.


Poem Details | by linda williams |
Categories: baby, girl, granddaughter, love, , cute,

Granddaughter

Gorgeous baby girl, all dressed in pink,
Rosy little cheeks and the cutest of blinks.
All of your wishes we will make come true,
No one will ever hurt you or make you feel blue.
Dainty little princess with the cute little nose,
Darling little ears fingers and toes.
Angelic little lady, believe this is true,
Undying love, we will always give you.
Gently rocking you when you make a peep,
Holding you close, until you fall asleep,
Taking away any tears that you might weep.
Even when your being a little bit loud,
Remember sweet little granddaughter, we will be proud.


Written as a gift for my sister to welcome her first granddaughter :)


Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: granddaughter, grandmother, love,

A Grandmother's Love - Anacreontic 1

Eyes wide and innocent, blue with sparkles of mischief shining through. I see you, angel girl. You see me and run, straight into my arms. You shout my name, "Grandma! Grandma!", as I scoop you up. If I could, I would give you the world. A sloppy kiss on my cheek and a hug. "Love you, Grandma!" "Love you, too, baby!" Off you run to explore your world with curiosity and wonder. I am putty in your hands.
11/9/15 For Edward Ebbs Anacreontic Verse 1 contest


Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: family, granddaughter, grandmother, love, spiritual, wisdom,

Grandma's Gift


I wake to the sounds of laughter and lively music (jazz, I think) flowing free from the empty tenement down the hallThe smooth harmonies and upbeat tempos expand to fill every corner within meIt’s an early Saturday morning in spring and warm enough to leave my sweater hanging in the closetDaddy reads the newspaper headlines, a ring of cigar smoke encircling his bald spotMy younger siblings are spread out in front of a black and white TV screen watching Felix the Cat, and I stand at the kitchen sink rinsing the breakfast dishes, still listeningI am almost twelveAs the oldest, I’m expected to help Mama in the kitchenMy blue eyes usually ride the sunbeams while I washI also greet the cloud sculptures, carved from my imagination, as they blow byToday, the kitchen curtains are drawn, and only soft, morning light filters throughI tap my feet and continue to wash, losing track of time while staring at the panels of tiny yellow flowers

When Grandma floats into the kitchen, vibrant and carefree like a butterfly, I feel her thereShe asks me where my head’s been, knowing the answer but choosing to snap me back into the reality of dirty dishesBefore I can speak, she picks up a sponge and starts washingShe’s never far away when I need herI am, what she calls, the keeper of her gift - the only one to receive her sixth senseMy mama calls me foolish for believingShe says there’s no place on this earth for a girl with a head full of impractical dreams and hopeless plansShe wants me to grow up proper and civilized, but Grandma knows meShe understands that my mind and feet are always on the move – twirling, skipping, and dancing to my heart’s latest songGrandma encourages me with her love and acceptanceWe feel the same spirits on the wind, we listen to the guiding whispers of our ancestors, and we know the colors and music of our souls 

As I finish washing the last dish, Grandma starts to dryI look down to see her toes tapping to the same rhythm as mineI ask her if she hears the music, too, already knowingShe doesn’t answer; she just smiles lovingly with her wise eyesShe never complicates life’s truths with unnecessary explanationsShe speaks to my soul without a word from her lipsIf I live to be ninety-nine, I’ll never stop believing.


I brush my granddaughter’s hair
and look into her blue eyes
like mine - full of deep secrets,
she’s ready to share.



*Prose ending with a dodoitsu 
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/21/15
for Scott's Haibun Free-Style Contest



  


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 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 sakshi sitoot |
Categories: granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, i love you, love,

My Grand Parents

When we are with you, we always have fun, You make us feel we're your special ones! If we really need a hug or two, we know that we can always depend on you. Giving hugs is what grandparents do best, And you do it better than all the rest! Everything that my grandma does is something special made with love. She take time to add the extra touch that says, "I love you very much." She fixes hurts with a kiss and smile and tell good stories grandma-style. It's warm and cozy on her lap for secret telling or a nap. At 1 in the afternoon,It is always grandpa's call he asks"this app...how to install??" My Grandpa is a wonderful man, Always believed in me, he knew that I can Wisdom of life, openly shared, Comforted me, when I was scared Here is a secret, and it is true- Grandma & Grandpa, my hearts belongs to you!


Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: granddaughter, grandfather, love, relationship,

Ella s Lullabies 3

Ella’s Lullabies twilight wanes with a child’s fascination lullabies that deeply moves papa’s admiration dreams of generation inheritance inspiration powerful bond drawn with love tears creation values taught us with their loving hands determination 3/27/2016


Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: granddaughter, grandfather, love, softball,

Jesyca

Jesyca A little girl full of life with so much love for her papaIt was love at first sight when papa laid eyes on her at her birth. He was her nanny; papa never laid her down but cradled her in his arms until it was time to leave. He was mama until she was two. When he would correct her, he'd say, "No, "Papa." She was unbending and would repeat by saying, "No," Mama." He taught her to ride her first tricycle, taught her to throw her first ball, he helped her with homework when she started school. Once in a while she'd call and asked, "Papa would you come to school today and have lunch with me." and of course Papa couldn't never say no to his little girl. Her first baseball game she played on, was a t-ball team of all boys and one girl. Of course, she outshined them all and took home the winning game ball. She has been playing in the All–Star Softball Team. Now eight years old, coaches are watching her to get her on their team. By Eve Roper 9-10-2014


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: daughter, family, love, daughter, daughter, mother, granddaughter,

Happy Mother's Day Daughter

I was blessed to give birth 
To my sweet little girl
I kissed your fingers and 
Toes and cute little nose


I rocked you and sang 
And wiped your tears, 
I held you and loved you 
All your young years


Now You're a Mother 
And a fine Mother too
I'm again blessed to help 
raise your daughter with you! 


© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong 


Note: 
I wrote this for my daughter, Michelle, who gifted 
me with my 2 and half month old granddaughter 
Carissa who I care for while my daughter works


Poem Details | by Gen Cambridge |
Categories: abuse, granddaughter, i love you, my child, suicide,

Life is so precious, so hard to keep

Life is so precious, so hard to keep.
Daddy died, a baby were discovered.
Secretly growing in my young daughters body.

A mixture of all cultures, all races but my first chance at a legacy.
The clashes in the mixture were brutal 
The blows were deep 
The killing words, the verbal harassments, the evil projected onto white faces 

A beautiful child, chubby cheeks, vibrant smile, loving nature searching to be accepted by those she loved Asking little with so much to offer 

Oh how I love that child 
I want to protect her 
I want her to be safe 
I want her to know that someone loves her unconditionally 

But it is not about me..
She is now an adult...
I have no right to her business...
I can not save her life

 Whether this love can be transmitted over thousands of miles is the question 
Whether she feels this love...and the love of God that can pull her through 

My beautiful child
 Please find that strength
 Please recognize the beautiful person you are 
Please live.


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 John lawless |
Categories: children, dog, granddaughter, grandfather, love,

Old Dogs and Children

Old Dogs and Children**

Woke up
always a plus.
Took care of business.
Found my teeth -
a must.
Brushed them…..off.
Made coffee
meditated on its scent
and promise.
Met the dog at the door
(no explanation necessary)
Made breakfast for two.
Exchanged greetings
grumps, grunts and
hugs with wife,
confidante and lover
(all at the same time)
Thought about-
-cutting the grass
-washing the truck
-bathing the dog
-planting some flowers
-colonizing the moon
Woke up - refreshed
Didn’t do any of the above.
Visited five month old granddaughter
-changed diapers
-pushed carriage
-sang songs
-Grandma fed her
-changed diapers
-played on floor(with baby)
-stayed on floor(to recover)
Returned home
Made coffee
meditated on its scent
and promise.
Met the dog – again.
Shared a quiet(?) supper.
Exchanged good nights
grumps, grunts and
hugs with wife,
confidante and lover.


John GLawless
5/15/2015

**with apologies to Tom THall
Song title “Old Dogs, Children and Watermelon Wine


submitted to – Today I Accomplished – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Sara Kendrick


Poem Details | by Monica Barrows |
Categories: family, for her, granddaughter, i love you,

Grandma

                                    On the outside things have changed so muchNo more makeup, no more dancing, no more curling her hair and such.
                                    
                                     She laughs that jolly laugh, and smiles that beautiful smileThere's an emptiness in her eyes that's been there awhile.

                                     It's hard to see my grandma so different than she was, but one thing that has remained is that wonderful grandma love.

                                      Her hands are wrinkled now, her hair has turned gray, but that sparkle in her eyes is truly there to stay.

                                       I hope each day she wakes she knows that I have prayed, that god holds her close, and makes her worries fade.

                                       So if you have the chance call her and say, grandma I wanted to tell you I'm thinking of you today.

                                        I LOVE YOU GRANDMA!! 


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: change, child, cute love, granddaughter, grandfather,

MY PRECIOUS MATILDA

MY PRECIOUS MATILDA

She has always been special to meEven before she was bornMy precious granddaughter.
Would she ever feel the same closeness for me as I do for her? Only time will tell.

I was slouched on a sofa resting my tired self, whereas all the others went outside to relax in the backyard and enjoy the summer sunshineI was dozing off, when through my slumber I heard a soft voice;
“Papa, Matilda, poopoo”
I opened my eyes to see my two-year old granddaughter standing by the sofa with a nappy in her hand.
“Papa, Matilda, poopoo”, she repeated as she extended the nappy toward me.

There was no question as to what she wanted, but why did she come to meShe had been playing outside with the others.
She would not let her mother change her nappy.
She would not let her grandmother, my wife, change her nappy.
She came to me because she wanted me to do it.
I felt so honoredMore honored than I had ever felt.
She came to meMy precious Matilda.

A LIMERICK
A lovely child came to his pappy,
exclaiming: poopoo in my nappy
He did what he had to do
a clean nappy without poo
It made both of them feel so happy.

4th August, 2016
T.J Grén


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 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 Patricia Lewis |
Categories: life, child, child, senses, i love you, granddaughter,

Priceless To Me or You

Hearing your first born cry..
Seeing your first born child take his or her first steps..
Hearing your first born say I love you mommy...
Seeing your first born child graduate from kindergarten..
Hearing your first born child say mommy your going to be a grandmother...
Seeing your granddaughter being born...
Hearing your granddaughter cry for the first time..
Seeing your granddaughter reaching out to you because she smells your scent..
Just think if we didn't have these two senses we would miss out on a lot !
Or would we?
If we just would take out a moment and realize the simpler things in life and not take our senses for granted we would appreciate way more


Poem Details | by Jessica Thompson |
Categories: beautiful, giving, granddaughter, grandparents, love,

Grandma

Grandma,

You are the wise one of the familyYou are the
giver and doer, and true believerYou shape us,
as we growYou are there for the good and bad, and 
all the in betweensYou play parts, that you already
played with your children, before usIf it wasn't for
you, the world would not be as sweetIf it wasn't for
you, we wouldn't know what family values meanAfter
all, you did instill that within your children, who 
in turn, instilled it into usAll the meals would be
microwavable or served cold, because there would have
been no recipes to pass along to the next generation.
Besides, you know Grandmas cooking, is always the 
bestYou are the prayer when things need a little help.
All in all Grandma, the world would be a cold, unfeeling
place without youSo thank you for all the things you
do, which are too numerous to listI love you Grandma.

Your Grandaughter