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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 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 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 Jeffrey Lee |
Categories: christian, grandfather, inspirational, kid, love, surreal, uplifting,

THE OLD MAN WITH ONE SHOE

It was a homeless old man near a shoe store who fell asleep 
He was so tired that nap turned to a sleep that was deep
A little boy walked passed with his mother and noticed that the old man had one shoe
He felt sad, “mother it’s something I just got to do!”
That little boy face was full of tears
His little heart grew big because he cared
He grabbed both of his mother’s hand and tightly grasped them leading her into prayer
After the short and quick prayer, “Mom I was just told to share.”
He had ten dollars from his allowances that he saved for weeks
His mother didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t even speak
Immediately he rushed in the shoe store and asked the clerk how much was that one black wing tip shoe
The clerk had a big smile and said it was thirty-two
Every customer and fellow employee gave money to make the little boy prayer come true
Instead of thirty-two dollars he now had sixty four
He quickly grabbed the shoe box and ran out the door
The little boy shook the old man out of his sleep and gave him the box
When the old man woke up his eyes was full of tears and he was shocked
Big crocodile tears rolled down his face
He grabbed the little boy and gave him the tightest embrace
The old man yelled, “This is the best gift yet!”
Some say the old man got up and danced until the sun set

Mark 12:30-31 (NIV) Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] There is no commandment greater than these.”


Poem Details | by Glen Schwartz |
Categories: america, grandfather, hero, hope, love, war,

War is Hell

        War Is Hell
              Our nations war to settle a score and or fight to noble fight..
           It's the countrymen who pay the price, no matter who was right..

                Now I love my nation under God , My country tis of thee..
                   My one regret is that my son , was my eternal fee..

            Like his dad before he went to war and served this nation well..
                I taught my son a lot of things, but not how War Is Hell..

    His camp came under fire one night while the boys were all writing home.
         That was the first of many nights, our families would dine alone..

                  The days were long , the nights were longer..
                        But with time all wounds they fade.
                   I could see my boy in my grandsons eyes..
                      What a treasure my God has made. 

               I spent most of my time doating upon the lad..
                 Telling him hero stories of his fearless dad..

               Now he's joined the core, to fight a new war,
                       and or make his father proud.
                  And every night as I pray for his life,
                       My cries can be herd aloud..


Poem Details | by JENNIFER PROXENOS |
Categories: grandfather, love,

MY DEAREST JENNIFER

MY DEAREST JENNIFER

My dearest Jennifer,
In your letter,
You said my poem was really terrific,
I say, your verses are beyond critic,
Our thoughts must meet somewhere,
Perhaps high in the air,
Or down in the deepest seas,
Or just in the spirit that gave us the keys,
To inherit poetry as a means of expression,
Of our every wise thought, passions, impressions.
With love and fond wishes
Your loving grandfather,
Panos.
Athens
June 25th 1971
I am looking forward to your prompt reply.


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 Perry Campanella |
Categories: community, culture, dad, daughter, devotion, education, family, father daughter, feelings, children, kids, friendship, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, husband, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, international, joy, marriage, men, mentor, mother daughter, niece, parents, poems, relationship, spiritual, teacher, teen, teenage, thank you, today, truth, voice, wisdom, world, youth,

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


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 cherl dunn |
Categories: dedication, devotion, father, grandfather, love, memory, tribute,

FOR MY FATHER IN LAW

He was a man of few words, except for what had to be heard or said,
Loving, caring and gentle this simplest of souls, proud in respect,
And reverence always bowing his head to a higher powers resolution,
This man I’ve called father, friend and mentor!
In our sacred country’s name, did this honorable soldier fight four
God, Valor, and kindship, and beneath freedoms flag, he saluted in graceful
Step, with the marching of our national anthem’s rheum!
Nay in the kindred hills of Ireland did his ancestors dwell, but it was
Here in America that his roots took hood, amongst the immigrants whom
Wished to live free, in this land of promise called the U.S.A.
Growing up I never knew hunger, or the feeling of cold upon the streets
Of poverty, thanks to his sacrifices of toiling, beneath the harsh yoke
Of hard work, and the struggles of the every day’s monotonous
 Daily routines.
Oh father in the grand adventure beyond do you so travel onward's now,
Onto a higher roads path within the clouds of paradise amongst the meadows
Of heather, here you’ll know the peace of forgiveness, the pleasure without
The pain of your physical existence, and the glory of God’s eternal grace!
In faith’s devotion did you walk in a spiritual light of loving, here you’ve
Left a legacy of generation fulfillment, you this gentlemen whom blessed
Our lives with your tenderness, thoughtfulness, and simple wisdom of life!
In moments of the fallen, you picked up your children and put our feet
Upon the righteous path of the living, it was you whom feed us the 
Strength to go onwards, in this we will always remember you, father,
Grandfather, and secrets cherished friend!
Within memories treasure box of remembrance, I’ll hold your memory
Nearest my inward heart, to endure always as a value more precious
Than any costly tender, or golden token given, for yours is the gift
Of love without regret, or remorse!
I’ll raise a glass in your honor’s memory, and greedily drink its 
Contents of laughter, and joy for you’ve raised me in the Irish
Tradition to celebrate life, to live it to the fullest extent of my 
Being!
On the distant roads beyond you’ll be waiting there for me,
My beloved father, I shall join thee at the feasting table of our
Ancestral fire, some day so be at peace gentle friend, until we are reunited
Again on the shores of the heavenly divide of the eternal!
He was a man of few words, except for what had to be heard or said,
Loving, caring and gentle this simplest of souls, proud in respect,
And reverence always bowing his head to a higher powers resolution,
This man I’ve called father, friend and mentor!

09-13-2015
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Done for my father in law whom was like a father to me,
And in the loving memory of his family members I've written
This in there behalf, we'll miss you always, Thomas Patrick Dunn
Whom died on September 7, 2015 of natural causes, at the age of 88!


Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: baby, beautiful, best friend, birth, bridal shower, care, career, caregiving, character, child, childhood, children, dad, daughter, desire, grandfather, grandmother, happiness, happy, heart, heaven, i love you, innocence, moon, mother, mother daughter, mothers day, sweet, thanksgiving, together,

Mom - You are my harmonious World

                       The poem is dedicated to my Mom..My bestest buddy ever..
                                         wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Mom - You are my harmonious World!!!! 


      MOM you are a beautiful angel who always had an great heart of making my problems simpler..just cant compare you with anyone in this world..You have been moonlighting in my life since many years..you are my shadow,you are my strength,you are great friend of my mine..thanks for being the bestest mom ever in my life..you struggled so hard for curving my career,u painted ma life with colourful rainbows,thanks for ur patience when I get panicked,you knw how to handle me..My life will be incomplete without you..I can't spend a single day without having thought abt you..you always shower with an unconditional love..you are the  mesmerised persona..who lime lighted my life..my world..Wish you a very happy birthday and happy mother's day too..Love you mummy..



wrote by:
Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare


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 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 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 Jeannie Minor |
Categories: grandfather, love, meaningful, integrity,

Grandpa's Love

Grandpa's Love

Of all the different kinds of love with which we could be blessed,
perhaps it is our Grandpas love that ranks among the best
What truly matters most in life, he's lived enough to know
and nothing's more important than to help his family grow.

All the little twists and turns that life has thrown so far,
times have changed alot since then but he's been where we are.
Grandpa knows how difficult adversity will be.
He's had his share of ups and downs and seen what our eyes see.

Grandpa has a gift to give that makes his life complete.
It's wisdom for the life we'll live, a gift that's bitter-sweet.
The years it takes to know such things consumed most of his days.
So little time we've left to learn from Grandpas wiser ways.

To see his family better off because of what he shared,
just knowing even one of us had listened so and cared,
A right of passage draws complete, accomplished and fulfilled
with all the things that matter most, successfully instilled.

The day will come when Grandpa won't be there to see us through
but all the things he taught us still remain forever true.
Just look inside your searching hearts, for there will Grandpa be,
saying "Do your best, stay the course and protect your integrity!"

                          -Jeannie Minor


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 Yours Truly |
Categories: beautiful, death, death of a friend, depression, emotions, farewell, feelings, for him, funeral, goodbye, grandfather, happiness, heartbroken, how i feel, i love you, miss you, missing you, moving on, paradise, peace, poetry, sad, sorrow, tribute,

Goodbye Granddad

Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control

Just keep it together, it's what he would want
They all say the same, but I stand in front

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.A lifetime's a season

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more

-Yours Truly


Poem Details | by Terrell Martin |
Categories: childhood, family, grandfather, grandmother, growing up, house, me, night, old, home, home, house, love, me, night, old, sky,

Memories Made to Ponder

It was a tin-roof wooden house standing 
Across the red brick cobblestone street 
Adjacent to a wide open field full
Of shady live oak and sweet smelling tangerine trees where 
My father’s boyhood home was nestled  
Quietly in his home town

Often times we’d travel to visit 
The grandparents still living there 
In that Americana corner of our lives.
We didn’t know much of anything at all except 
The sky was blue, love was true and we 
Youngsters were the apples of the old folk’s eyes.

We’d sit for hours in white wicker rocking chairs
I helped paint one time with newspaper on the floor 
And a horsehair brush grandma gave me 
To teach me that painting needn’t be a lesson 
In staying between the lines “Sometimes,” she’d say,
“It’s better to let the paint flow 
And speak for itself in time.” 

And granddad liked to watch the sky – especially at night 
When stars were burning bright and would point towards Polaris and say:
“Heaven’s over that a-way.”  And during daylight hours 
When storm clouds appeared and we could hear 
Thunder and lightning all around, he’d laugh and dance 
As if the circus were coming to town 

We watched mocking birds and blue jays flying in and out 
Of all the tree top branches and leaves singing 
Their love making lullabies to us and one another and then
As quickly as they arrived, 
Disappeared into the wind 
It seems we’re not much different 
Rather family, foe or friend 
  
Accordingly, the old house still stands today 
But the dear old folks have slipped away 
Perhaps to the place once pointed to
High above that night sky view 
Where comets roam and grandpa liked to call “Up yonder,”  
Leaving me with thoughts of gold 
And memories made to ponder        


Poem Details | by Sarah Cassleman |
Categories: anniversary, death, dedication, devotion, family, farewell, funeral, goodbye, grandfather, grief, heaven, inspirational, life, love, memory, prayer, religious, spiritual, tribute, uplifting, war,

Grandfather

Here lies the best Grandfather,
One who was very considerate.
Remembering him as a child,
I would sit on his lap.
He was a rare person indeed.
He was a colonel in the Army.
Also superlative of a gentelman.
Here lies the best grandfather,
May he rest in peace.


Poem Details | by PoetPrentice Dupins |
Categories: birthday, blessing, grandfather, love, nature, tree,

The Old Oak Tree

The Old Oak Tree

Standing tall with your roots 6 feet under 
You have survived and thrived for 8 decades
Your branches still growing all the while knowing 
The good Lord blessed you with every birthday

Throughout time you withstood the winds and the rain
Suffered through droughts, yet you still remain
Seeing the forest for the trees from the owl to the bee
These days, trees like you are an endangered species

All of your rings, clothed by bark you’ve reaped over the years
Tell stories of a history filled with sunny days, fallen leaves, & sap-filled tears
You’ve stood tall through days of war, unrest, and protest
You’ve seen man fly past your highest peak on to fortunate and fateful quest
You’ve heard of the gentrification of your kind for wealth’s sake
You’ve dealt with wise owls, lazy dogs, and all types of snakes

Yes, down through the years you were and are the guiding landmark 
Husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather you are a true patriarch
A tree of knowledge and wisdom but with fruit that is a blessing
A tree of life with love ever manifesting 

So, on this special day with our hearts all aflutter
we will all become a tree hugger.


Poem Details | by Ace X |
Categories: death, forgiveness, grandfather, life, love,

Grandpa

Pictures and moments stick
Past life sticks
The boy knows but cant see the light of 
the unknown picture of you grandpa.


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: dedication, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, love, marriage, voice,

To My Wife Grandpa Murray's voice

I wandered and travelled
Nor knew where I'd gone
Life became a problem;
T'was one long cruel song.

My problems seem to multiply;
They came from every side.
I vowed to find the answer;
by this I would abide.

I looked into nature
And tore apart my mind.
Then put them on the table
To see what I could find.

I found that I'de been greedy
and avaricious, too.
Whenever projects of mine failed
I put the blame on you.

I found that I was lonely;
I thought you didn't care.
But what I really didn't know
Was you were always there.

You tried to fill the void
That always was in my Life.
you tried to ease the sorrow
You've been a real good Wife.
 
                           Yvette & Grandpa Murray  
          From James Murray to , Janet Murray.his beautiful wife.
" In great respect of Grandfather Murray's poem he wrote for my  Grandmother Murray "


Poem Details | by Layla Elkoulily |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angst, beautiful, boyfriend, brother, child, dad, daughter, death, depression, devotion, faith, father, fear, forgiveness, freedom, funeral, girl, grandfather, grandmother, growing up, happiness, hope, introspection, life, loss, love, miracle, mom, mother, mystery, places, sister, soldier, sorry, sympathy, uplifting, war, wife, woman, women,

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
PeopleFor
life is life

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Poem Details | by william martin |
Categories: care, grandfather, grandmother, hate, life, love, mom,

the story of my life

When i was about 5 i was put in to a SRSI was there tell i was 7 and when i got out i move to my grandma and grandpaWhen i was 9 my older brother started to beet me up every day and all day long and then when the beating he was giving me stop working he started doing other thing to meWhen i was 12 i losted my grandma and then my grandpa didn't want nothing to do with use and still don'ti took my brother *****tell i was 15 then started to beat on himMy brother put me in jail for a few year because if the *****he made me do now i am 21 and have losted and got back the girl that i love and care about her name is Holli SczenskiHer family don't want use together so they are making her choose between them or me she dues not want to have to choose between use she loves use both and i know it and her family know it but there still doing itOn top of all that my own family is going throw somethings as while my mom is not doing vary good and we may or may not lost her in the next few years.


Poem Details | by Caroline Mawer |
Categories: childhood, family, grandfather, grandparents, grief, love,

My Grandad

My grandad was there when I was little;
My grandad would always make me giggle;
Telling jokes, stories and tales, my grandads love has never failed.

In Alder Street or at the flat, my grandads love, it was just that.

The market stall, to buy and sellI'd always love the tales he'd tell.
From cheeky children, to hagglers galore, you mess with him, he'd show you the door.

On Christmas Day, when I was small, he loved the games, he'd play them all.
Pass the parcel he loved the best, even when he wore a dress.

He loved my brother, yes that's you.
When he came to visit, he'd visit you too.
From birthdays and Christmas, even just passingI loved the sound of him just gassing.

He loved his whiskey, I would say cheers.
But I'm pretty sure he owes dad a few beers.

He loved his beard, perhaps too much.
He'd always stop mum from getting his cut.

He loved his children, his grandchildren too.
As for nanna, how could I forget you.
Well well nanna, what can I say.
You are the one with whom he lay.
After years of marriage, I know it's true, that grandad was, the one for you.

I've finished grandad, I've nothing more to say.
Except that I hope, you're proud of us today.


Poem Details | by Charlene McCutcheon |
Categories: beach, childhood, family, grandfather, joy, love, ocean,

Bucket Full of Love

In his damp, snail smelly, back yard, water boiled in a vat.
"Hurry honey", said Grandpa, "the tide has just gone out".
In my six year old mind, we were in for a "great big treat".
Willingly, I'd fill my bucket full with sand crabs we'd all eat.

Overcast dark sky and dank fishy cold wind didn't dampen
spirits while scanning wet sand for holes that were sunken.
Intently digging, then oh so thrilled, I yelled,"I found one!" 
Clunk! Into my little tin sand bucket it fell; one prize won

Sadly looking, seagulls mocking, I'd managed only eight.
Grandpa smiled, dumped them in the vat with, "GREAT"!