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Poem Details | by Colleen Bono |
Categories: dedication, inspirational, love, Grandson,

Poet Destroyer-It will be ok

I know first hand the
pain in your heart,it
will be okay,soon you
can make a fresh start.

Your grandson Beal will
be watching over you,and
he knows everyday how
much you love him to.

Sometimes GOD does things
that we don't understand,
but he created your friends
to lend a helping hand.

Reach out to the people
that are here on the soup,
they help through hard times
and are a wonderful group.

There are to many to name
as this you know,
they will take you by the
hand and won't let go.

It will be okay and
soon you will see,
the new joy's in life
and how happy you'll be.

           You will get through this it just takes a little time.

                                                Love your poet friend,
                                                Colleen Marie Bono
                                                  April 11, 2013


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: appreciation, devotion, grandson, love,

Apology

Your apology
Changed me
Opened me up
Helped me to feel
Understand the gift of you
By illuminating my understanding
Of who you are
The we-ness of us

You broke down
The walls I had erected
To protect myself
There was no need to fortify 
Or keep you at my fringes
For your love
Is my completeness

Yesterday's sorrows
Invaded my heart
Caused me to restrict my voice
Holding back
I made the wrong choice
Denied what was important to me
Kept my heart at bay
Yet you opened me in a different way
As I listened to what you had to say

Your mind explored
Deep within me
beyond my words
It was my soul cry you heard
Bringing on a wave of tears
You listened
With more than just ears
Unpacking a treasure 
Dissolving shadowed fears
Revelatory images
From my broken mirror
I was comforted
By you being near

In the end
An apology
Was your greatest gift for me
It showed me a different way to be
I rose up from the muck
To a place where I could see
Where I touched and was thankful
For the you in we
Who helped me finally be
Emptied of those things I held back
The long lost 
restricted 
parts of me











Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: daughter, grandson, love,

Sweet Child Of Mine

     As I watched my daughter playing with her son, I couldn't help but see myself in herI still think of her as a child, but I guess parents always see their grown children as babiesMy daughter is a reflection of me in many waysShe calls me her hero, but I'm the one who is proud of herA tear rolls from my eye as I remember all the struggles we facedGrowing up as the child of a single parent, her life was a harsh reality 

      I didn't know how to care for you, or how to handle your cries.
      I wasn't sure what to do until I looked into your innocent eyes 
      The first time you woke in the night, you scared me half to death.
      My heart was filled with such fright, I could hardly catch my breath
      I fixed you a bottle of warm milk and rocked you until sleeping.
      I touched your hair, soft as silkI held you close in safe-keeping.

     My daughter left for a meeting in the middle of an atrocious stormHeavy rain had been falling all day with outbreaks of thunder and lightning"Love you both," she said, as she hugged me and her son, then rushed outI was left with my adorable grandsonCuddling him close and watching him play reminded me of times when my daughter was his ageLife had been a struggle: she had been a lively infant but I'd almost lost her from a series of convulsionsWhen she was nine, she decided to run away, but only got as far as the front yardThen there were the terrible teens with the silly boyfriends I had to threatenShe had matured into a beautiful young woman, a wife and mother, and an influential and inspirational adultWatching her grow up had been filled with trials, but also with much love and delight - I would not have changed a thing.

      You were nearly lost to me, and I would've never known
      the angel you would be, through the years you've grown.
      Your younger years we spent together flew by much too fast.
      A boyfriend dressed in leather?  Thank God that's in the past
      Who would you become, when into a woman you were grown?
      One day to be a mum? Would you have a child of your own? 
 
     My grandson fell asleep in my armsI didn't want to put him down, so I held him close like I used to hold my baby girlHe looked so peaceful and innocentI was shaken from my reverie by the wind as it rattled the windows and drove sheets of rain against the panes With each flash of lightning and crash of thunder,  my worry grew I gazed at the clock and realized my daughter had been gone for more than five hoursShe wasn't answering her phoneThe intensity of the storm filled me with a sudden fear, just like the fear I had when she was young.

                                            baby in my arms
                               I will keep you safe from harms
                                         the rage of all storms


                                          now I fret and stew
                                daughter, what's become of you
                                         what more can I do


     I felt so helpless, trapped in the house with the babyMy palms were starting to sweat so I put him down in his cribEven if he wasn't here I wouldn't know where to look for herI started pacing, emotions switching between fear and agitationI started to panicWhat if something had happened to her? What would I do without her? All those fears I had when she was a child came back to meI had to get hold of emotionsI couldn't panicThen the door opened"Sorry, MumThe weather was too bad to drive home so I met a friend for coffee, and my phone lost its charge."  A sense of relief flooded through meI held her close, just like I did when she was a child.

                                     You were my angel as a little girl
                                     Ribbons to tame your unruly curls
                                     Then you grew up much too fast
                                     into a lovely woman, a bonny lass.

                                    Now you have a child of your own.
                                    Before you know it, he'll be grown.
                                    A grandson to hold upon my knee,
                                    Thank you, daughter, for loving me.


Freestyle Haibun: Prose, Couplets, Senryu and Rhyme.
Collaboration between Lin Lane and Silent One
December 10th 2015


                              












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 Sara Kendrick |
Categories: grandson,

Love

When you're away son My thoughts are for you're safety And then you come home~messy There's stinky laundry Dirty dishes everywhere But my love grows every day Then back on the road I listen to the news cast You don't call and I worry And soon you come home Stinky laundry, smelly socks Tobacco spilled but love gives
Cody came home for the weekend. He will leave out again today. He will pick up a trainee so I won't hear from him very often.. He won't be back until Christmas..


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 Tina Glover |
Categories: angel

Love of my grandson Johnson

Well oh did i know one day down 
the road there would be a wanting 
and calling for grandma..it took 
14teen long years though to get 
here oh boy's was i happy to hear 
I've got a grandson named 
Johnson..he makes grandma's day 
and night better because little does 
Johnson know grandma is fighting to 
hang on because grandma disease 
can kill me but i this all the 
way..well Johnson your grandma's 
angle here to hold my hand through 
the pain sickness and hurt through 
it all little buddy...your grandma's 
knight in armor to help if i fall 
grandma will the same for you 
because my love for you goes that 
deep just remember i love you 
Johnson...

by:Tina Glover 















Poem Details | by Fariq Yusoff |
Categories: absence, death,

Love Always, Your Grandson

His limbs misplaced.
His presence weak.
His actions laced.
His sweat reeks.

Inevitably trapped.
Careless existence.
Leaking, dabbed.
Inherent resistance.

Awaiting….
Cessation…
Inviting….
Expiration….

Delayed Exit.
Troubling loves.
Features placid.
Destination above.

His inside crumble.
Just within reach.
His outside humbled.
Welcoming immortal sleep.

Dear Grandpa,
I bid you farewell.
You’ve been strong, I saw!
Its been intolerable, I can tell.
You have been missed in our hearts.
Still learning the lessons you teach.
Our love will hold and never part.
Your spirit always near, always within reach.

17th April 2015


Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: grandson, love,

Bubbling With Love

The new guy in my life chases me around
while we laugh and play in the local park.
He's the best man I could've ever found.
He gets me drunk without popping a cork.

We share bubbles; not the champagne kind.
The kind we blow way up into the blue sky
and when they go 'pop' we don't even mind
for it's such fun to watch them flying so high.

Looking at life through the eyes of this child
gives me a feeling that's quite hard to explain.
He brings out such an urge in me to run wild,
the riotous kind that makes me happily insane.

My grandson is a free spirit with angelic eyes
and a vocabulary that amazes me each day.
This child will grow into some woman's prize,
but his Nana wishes at the age of two he'd stay.


Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: adventure, anniversary, baptism, beauty, bible, birthday, celebration, christian, community, faith, family, feelings, children, forgiveness, god, grandparents, grandson, history, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, joy, life, love, passion, peace, people, poems, poets, prayer, religious, senses, simple, society, spiritual, strength, teacher, time, together, tribute, truth, wisdom, words, world,

US in JesUS

Before we were thought of or time had started, 
God put US in His Son’s name.
 
And each time we pray, you'll see its true, 
You can't spell Jesus without including US 
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, 
For US, He was born; 
 
And His great love for US is the reason He died
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand 
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? 
 
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US 
 
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, 
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention
 
"Go into the world and tell them it's true 
that I love them all - Just like I love you." 
 
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, 
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? 
 
It all depends on what we do, 
He'd like them all to know, 
But it all starts with US

RevSamuel Mack, OMS
Copyright   2011

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Poem Details | by Cecilia Macfarlane |
Categories: life, sad, mother, son, words, me, love, me, mother, son, Grandson,

Beyond Belief

Looking for love landed me in trouble
Life as I knew would soon burst like a bubble.

I was already 5 months along before my mother found out.
"It's too late for an abortion", she said with a shout.

Being just seventeen, I understood she was upset.
I didn't plan on this happening but I had no regret.

I thought she'll change her mind once the baby was born.
I see now I should have took her first reaction as a forewarn.

After a very long, hard labor my precious son entered the world.
The strongest love of all, a blessing.....my mind whirled.

My mother came to see us and uttered words from hell.
The worst being: "Look at the misery you have there now!"....my heart fell.

I was shocked, hurt and angry....my emotions were running wild.
I would protect my son and therefore would not let her touch my child.

I would spend the days and some nights at my boyfriends house, just to stay away.
After weeks of going back and forth my mother-in-law took pity and decided to let me 
stay.

I was gone for three days when my mother called me with another verbal slaughter
She stated: "I no longer have a grandson and you are no longer my daughter.

Those words were unexpected, I was so numbed, that all I could whisper was "OK".
A mother is supposed to love unconditionally, how unthinkable that it could turn out 
this way.

For Carol Brown's 'Let Down' contest.


Poem Details | by Joan Donnelly Ellis |
Categories: grandson, love,

My Grandson Tanton

 You made a grand appearance 19 years ago,
 A grandson of whom I immediately cherished so.
 Your Daddy was so proud placing you on a table top to view,
 I didn't realise then but now believe Ireland had sent you.
 Your Mom was from England & your Dad from Ontario,
 You'd charming ways reminding me of Irish relatives I know.
 It was as though you'd inherited their amusing personality,
 And you were at birth a blessed treasure to me.
 Throughout the years your love was constant and sincere.
 I christened you, "Squirt" long before you'd aged a year.
 Mysterious your similarities with my side of the family,
 An Irish Heart beats within you, I'm sure and a bit of royalty.
 From a wee  toddler you were kind, sharing everything,
 Your candy, your toys, your love, and favourite ice-cream.
 One day, after I've gone away , God will help unfold your dream,
 Hope you'll wind up In Ireland with her 40 shades of green.
 You are one in 10 thousand, a loyal grandson, and friend, true blue,
 Whatever path you take in life ,I will always love you-Nanny


Poem Details | by Chelsey LaPage |
Categories: baby, birth, cute love, grandson, love,

A growing love

Our family is a big one but it seems to grow more each day, 
But there is plenty of room for your son and lots of love I'd say

Now i know it can be scary to be a first time mom, 
But we are all here to help you when you feel you can't be strong.  

We will be there for his firsts and seconds too you see, 
Because little baby Braxtyn will be spoiled as can be


Poem Details | by Michael Hawk Moore |
Categories: grandson, love,

In honor of my grandson Adrian Michael

        To honor my grandson Adrian Michael
Apollo resides secretly even before he breaths life,
Determining what this special seed could blossom to be.
Receiver on a champion football team, youngest to ascend to the presidency,
Individuality immediately seen but his strength adds to an already strong family,
Anticipation of his possibilities fly high as he announces life with a loud cry.
Naming came as a delight such honor bestowed ignites tear-filled joyous eyes,
Mother sees visions of success in his eyes so doesn’t mind any sacrifice,
In-love she is completely with he, this new addition to their Hann Dynasty.
Champion for stunning sister who loves new baby brother to the highest degree,
He swears to stands by her side until day and night subsides in his eyes.
Atlas, of firm shoulders for his family, mentally, an employee of what’s holy,
Emperor over earth and skies in his defense I gladly die,
Led into a fight with enemies seen or out of sight I suffice this new prodigy.


Poem Details | by Joan Donnelly Ellis |
Categories: grandson, love,

Adventures With James My Grandson

Adventures With James My Grandson 

by Joan Donnelly 1995

 He doesn't walk but runs to his subject on interest,
 and upon arrival, leaps into the air.
 With bended knees and flattened feet he lands like an athlete,
 and his welcoming, "Hi," cuddles my heart as I wipe away a tear
 Then he wraps a wee hand around my finger leading me into his realm of 
 Adventure and joy...with enthusiastic anticipation,
 though he hasn't turned two yet, my youngest son's eldest boy.
 He guides me to a rest area and seats me by patting his hand on an outdoor substitute for a chair.
 At his, "Sit, Sit,"I oblige him as he runs through rain puddles...then..
 gifts me with a bouquet of dandelions and a honey-filled , "Here."
 Once I presented him with a learning toy, his repsonse delighted my soul,
 "Awh, Awh,"he uttered appreciatively while tilting his head ia sideways to and fro.
 One day he noticed a kitten curled up 'neath a sheltering tree
 Swiftly he raced toward her with an over-the-shoulder, "Come," to me.
 I couldn't help but chuckle when he repeated, "Come," once more.
 He never caught the enlightened feline but brightened my day for sure.
 Then he ran down the street where he sighted a wooden plank on the ground.
 "Bat, Bat,"rang his happy chant at the treasure he'd found.
 With effort he maneuvered the narrow plank over his shoulder gleefully
 "Ball, Ball,"he urged and I followed his searching eyes co-operatively.
 To my amazement, as if waiting to be found ,lay a beach ball on a grassy mound...
 Though I've not known baseball to be played with such.
 It was of balloon size and as I looked into James' sparkling eyes..
 I wondered if he'd become the baseball player his Dad hoped for so much.
 I could see James straining to keep the awkward bat raised so with a..
 "Ready, Set,"I pitched ball and  prayer as James let out a sigh.
 The bat he forward inched as he licked his upper lip and by gosh got a hit,
 Then said, "Cool,"as we watched the ball fly.
 "Get it, Nanny,"James gave me the order and I retrieved the ball intending to extend our fun........when.....Was it my imagination or did I hear....a crowd in a filled stadium cheer at the announcer's , "Well I'll Be, Folks! Young MacMaster makes another home run !"


Poem Details | by diane christian |
Categories: baby, birthday, child, christmas, faith, god, son, uplifting, baby, baby, day, love, Grandson,

Little Bundle of joy

12  12 12 
into the world came a little bundle of Joy
 when David and Cody had a perfect baby boy,
 little tiny fingers and tiny little toes
 and a cute little nose

 a day full of happiness that you will never forget
 and may this be your best Christmas yet.
 
lots of love to you all love mum xxxx

welcome to the world, baby Jayden a beautiful perfect Grandson,  
 
  how amazing is God,  I started sopnsonring a child lead by God and felt it right to sponsor a Girl, she was 5 years old on the 12 decemeber 2012
the miracle being my Grandson was born 12/12/12/   and 12  days before christmas, wow  first day of christmas,  and he will share the same  birthday as my sponsored child, now that is the Grace of God, Amen      wow  THATS SO RARE  

let the children come and do not hinder them  for the kingdom of ehaven belongs to these Amem


Poem Details | by Miriam McCue |
Categories: family, funny, people, sea, seasons, son, song-lyricchristmas, prayer, christmas, drink, love, cousin, Grandson,

Country Christmas

“Country Christmas Carol”      ---  dedicated to my family

 by  Miriam  McCue (creator of flamingo art, & poetry.so far.)

We love to sing Christmas songs,
My Grandson Bubba and I.
And when we sing Country Christmas.
We almost make the angels cry.

A Merry Country Christmas
To all those great Country Folk,
And even to the City Slickers,
Who also love to drink and smoke.

We’ll take a drink for Bubba, Aunt Mike and Cousin Jim, 
And hope that this Christmas,
They’ll say a prayer and sing a hymn.

Gather round the still, 
Country People all.
 And hold up Uncle Bill
So the old coot doesn’t fall

A Merry Country Christmas, 
One full of country joy.
Little Willie wanted a 12 gauge,
But all he got was a toy.


Poem Details | by David McSorley |
Categories: children, grandson, heartbreak, love,

Oh Lord, why make me choose

Oh Lord!  why make me choose
My daughter, my grandson, my heart aches to lose
Fun and laughter that’s how it starts
But so often it happens the light turns to dark
In a flash or a moment the sunshine has gone
Darkness and sadness devour the fun
Once I could soothe things or so I thought
Those moments of pain that saddened my heart
But now it just seems I’m a meddling old man 
Who’s spoiling the kid, well maybe I am
And now I stand by and watch things unfurl
My stomach churning, my head in a whirl
My head says no more, keep away but I don’t know
Because of my  love watching him grow
It’s the essence of life my reason to live
Seeing my kids and my grandkids living Gods one time gig.
And perhaps I am wrong I really don’t know
But what can I do, I'll love them both for evermore


Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: friendship, christmas, christmas, day, friend, me, cancer, grandchild, Grandson,

Framed by Love

You asked me to make sure your husband didn’t drink that December day as I pushed your chair through glass-encased gardens. A friend in need you had always been, I could deny you nothing, but Paul lost it and left town when you died. Living just long enough to see your first grandchild born, it was a three-year battle before cancer put you in that wheelchair. Look at how lovingly Paul holds your hand here, standing by Chris whose smile lit our lives. Chris and I gave the eulogy together as you asked, but you knew that since Chris is with you now. Only weeks after your death did we learn of Chris’s cancer. Tell him I miss our travels as I embrace this photo with my heart’s frame of eternal love.
*For Sidney Lee Ann’s “Picture Frame” contest Dedicated to Jeanett, who saw her grandson born on Christmas before dying in January 2003 Our friend Chris died Christmas Day 2005 The photo makes me think how different life was when we spent all our free time together.


Poem Details | by janetta harrington |
Categories: life, love, heart, heart, Grandson,

Composure

When we touch
I feel something happen
When we breathe
All the world is humbled
Stay with me
As my heart surrenders
Comfort me
As I fall apart

When we flee
Darkness brings us release
All you need
You can find it in me
Stay with me
As my heart surrenders
Comfort me
As I fall apart

Written by Janetta's Grandson Mac.


Poem Details | by jeffry cohan |
Categories: angst, me, autumn, faith, fishing, love, me, together, Grandson,

free cee IN THE PAST 17 MONTHS I LOST BOTH MY PARENTS this is humbly dedicated to them

  IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THE PRIME OF MY PARENY’S LIFE WAS ALMOST 
                                        MY ENTIRE LIFE
Did you ever notice that the letters in the word “love” are sequestered inside the word “evolve”?
Because to me that is what love appropriately does
It evolves
It revolves
It solves
And after sixty-plus years together love does, 
in many ways, 
change its ways of wonderment
and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment
for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment
an abiding faith that the others faith rests upon the others shoulder
as they grow ever so much older
remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together
that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather
while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last
and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past
a past reflected in each partner’s eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication
a coupling worthy of adulation
he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation
a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born
a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn………………………
so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories
he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze
as each agrees
sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater
and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better
well……not so much better as just plain more comfortable
no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed
just a mutual and spiritual type of need
the need to talk away a partners tears
while knowing that his partner truly hears
and dries her eyes compliantly
to face yet another hardship defiantly
ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger
because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever
through the trials…….through the riches ……….and through the smiles
but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears
Yes……….it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years
       © 2013…copyright PHREECEE..~free cee!~
DEAREST MOM AND DAD-ALTHOUGH YOU WERE BOTH 90 I NEVER THOUGHT I'D MISS YOU BOTH AS SEVERELY AS I DO..HOWEVER, I HOPE YOU BOTH FOUND COMFORT ON THE CLOUD YOU NOW MADE YOUR HOME!


Poem Details | by Brenda Peterson |
Categories: blessing, grandfather, grandson, leadership, loss, love, strength,

Just Like You Taught Him To

Dad, I’m sitting here by the fire wishing you were here.
We’ve been cleaning in the yard, and you love this time of year.

The huge red oak by the tree house is still standing tall.
You talked about cutting it down early last fall.

I’m so proud your grandson Caleb has taken after you.
He has been cutting down trees just like you taught him to.

He would be outside all day if he wasn’t still in school;
Sawing, chopping, and splitting wood just like you taught him to.

He drives your 5-spped pick-up truck that Jerry got from you.
He learned to drive a straight shift just like you taught him to.

Caleb reminds me so much of being and working around you;
Because he works without complaint just like you taught him to.

One day the huge red oak will need to come down.
I know Caleb has the knowledge to cut it to the ground.

Dad, thank you for your leadership, example, love and strength from above.
Grandpas Blessing given to his Grandson Caleb with true love.


Poem Details | by Dave Timperley |
Categories: christmas, daughter, grandson, love, magic,

It's begining to look a lot like Christmas

The time for that change has come to the fore,
When we put away stuff to make room for more.
Ornaments that all year had held sway,
Are now boxed up and safely hidden away.
Our Grandson is coming for a short holiday,
So the house is transformed just for his stay.
Christmas is early just for his delight,
While he is here we will enjoy Christmas night.
The cabinet in the corner goes down the hall,
To make room for the Christmas Tree so tall.
Fran starts to rub her hands with glee,
It's time to put up the Christmas Tree!
So out come the boxes of Christmas stuff,
Out come the tangles of Christmas Tree lights.
I built the tree and set the lights twinkling bright,
Fran moves in with her flair to make all look right.
Santa stands by with his sack of surprises in boxes,
Polar bears to the front on skis and squirrels aglow,
All standing in knee deep in cotton wool snow.
Christmas village and people are set and all lit,
Poinsettia all blooming on the table centre sit,
Now we are ready to share our delight,
With our daughter and grandson.
A Special Christmas Night.
A Very Happy & Blessed Christmas to All

© Dave TimperleyChristmas 2016


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: birth, dedication, grandson, inspirational, love,

Quardae

Quardae your my first and only my grandson
Your birth being like the lottery I had won
You've a beauty only the angels could have adorn
A belief it was that day you were born
Your hair like a crown of golden curly hair upon your head
Eyes golden too and dark brown at times instead
You brighten every life that you enter
Blessed the day you were born that winter 
Intelligent there's no limits what you'll  achieve 
Your senses will heighten  and you will perceive
How well your life can and will truely be
Unless you follow the right path it's a guarantee 
But with those angles above you they won't hesitate
To nudge you occasionally to the path of your fate
Know grandma loves you, your my little prince
And in you I have the up most of confidence

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Sponsored :Silent One


Poem Details | by Vanessa Brown |
Categories: death, familyheart, heart, love, Grandson,

My Grandma is gone

Why did she have to go away
Why did she leave all of us 
I wish she was here so we can stop crying

She was the best grandma that anyone can have 
when my cousins and I was young when she would bake a cake she would 
always let us lick the spoon

She was so funny even when she wasent trying to be funny
Now she is looking down on all that know her and love her
When she first held her great grandson my son the look in her eyes she felt joy 
and happyness and that he is still in her heart even though she is in a better 
place

I miss her so much I still feel the pain in my heart but it will get better 
I am glad she has no more pain..

She will live on in our hearts and we will never forget her
Her life did not end it is just beginning.


For MY Grandma Dorthy Purcell RIP AND I LOVE YOU


Poem Details | by David Welch |
Categories: adventure, love, mystery, girl, house, old, music, sound, girl, green, house, music, old, sound, Grandson,

Phantom kisser-

A masquerade ball was in full concert when
A charming young man stepped in

He bore a green tunic with gold trim
Mask devilish with a wry grin

His mask bore five feathers atop his brow
In full view of the whole of the crowd

The music stopped and no servant bore his name
No mark of royalty or note of fame

Who is this man whispers a girl
A mystery man, man of the world

His eyes a radiant green breaching the mask
The music starts with a nod no questions asked

His manner quite and shy though confident
Both hands resting behind his torso defiant

Utterly refusing any hand placed before him
A mission is what makes him grim

One girl and only one is his treasured fox
She is sitting at a table near the clocks

A common girl young enough for school
A starving pain runs through him almost cruel

A slow melody is played by the maestro
The gentleman gaze at him to and fro

A hand his placed before her tired eyes
Shear delightful sounds as she cries 

An angry man in a red mask stalks toward them
When an older woman steps in front of him

“Let them go” She says
“Why should I” eyes furiously red

To the center of the dancing floor they stroll
The beat picks up with a flick from maestro

Soft beats sound as they come together
Then silence…..weightless like a feather

A dazzling dance wows the place
Enough so to put awe on each face

After the last step and last beat coincide 
Their masks come up no more reason to hide

Their lips meet and cheers break out
Like those at a fight awaiting the bout

The commotion was too much for the old man
He stumbled forward to greet the brigand

A chase commenced with the house guards
Even some of the house bards
 
The Youngman fell and was detained quickly
Then a sound arose from the courtyard sickly

The sound of a sword piercing flesh
A pool of blood and a mess

Unveiling his mask bore only a lad
At this the old man felt sad

The young girl never knew what became of him
Her father detailed his absence to be of a decided whim

In reality he survived after his body was left for dead
A long fever and a month in bed

A preacher picked him up and healed his impaled breast
With medicine and well needed rest

He awoke later to a dream of his lady fair 
When he smelt the perfume of roses in the air

A second chance the preacher stated 
Yes it was not to be he debated

Now he is an old man sitting and writing this tale
Letting my grandson know not to bail

For I will leave it in my will for his eyes only!


Poem Details | by jeffry cohan |
Categories: angst, autumn, faith, fishing, love, me, together, Grandson,

free cee

                                            NEVER LEFT ASUNDER
TO MY LATE MOM:
Did you ever notice that the letters in the word “love” are sequestered inside the word “evolve”?
Because to me that is what love appropriately does
It evolves
It revolves
It solves
And after sixty-plus years together love does, 
in many ways, 
change its ways of wonderment
and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment
for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment
an abiding faith that the other’s faith rests upon the other’s shoulder
as they grow ever so much older
remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together
that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather
while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last
and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past
a past reflected in each partner’s eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication
a coupling worthy of adulation
he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation
a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born
a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn………………………
so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories
he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze
as each agrees
sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater
and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better
well……not so much better as just plain more comfortable
no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed
just a mutual and spiritual type of need
the need to talk away a partners tears
while knowing that his partner truly hears
and dries her eyes compliantly
to face yet another hardship defiantly
ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger
because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever
through the trials…….through the riches ……….and through the smiles
but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears
Yes……….it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years
       © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~


Poem Details | by Mike Samford |
Categories: family, life, philosophymen, love, men, Grandson,

The Demon

When men were more primal, they were suspicious of all outside their clan, 
they would band together for survival, still today suspecting won't give way and 
lives in the heart of each, and every manIt goes by the name of indifference, the 
demon that breeds with hateNow there's been a revival, but all men are still 
tribal, a victim of our fateWe all must fight this demon, for it is our very souls we 
have at stake.

  I never considered myself racist, because I did not hatebut I did not love; I did 
not feel, and I didn't even thinkMen of another color were so little to meI did not 
hate them, I did not loathe them, I just let them beThey were the object of my 
indifference, said that demon deep in me; buried too deep to see, the demon that 
would not go free.

  It is few men that get to look within, at the indifference they have sownFewer 
men still get the change to kill, that demon in their soulAt the birth of my 
grandson Jordan, who was fathered by a race not my ownLove for that child 
shined bright through my heart, so that demon in me I could seeThe object of 
my indifference my grandson could never beHis love I now hold, it fill the hole in 
my soul where a demon once lived in me.


Poem Details | by jeffry cohan |
Categories: anniversary, autumn, faith, fishing, love, me, together, Grandson,

FREE CEE live to evolve

                           LIVE TO EVOLVE
Have you ever noticed that the  letters in the word love are sequestered inside the word “evolve?
Because to me that is what love appropriately does
It evolves
It revolves
It solves
And after sixty-plus years together love does, 
in many ways, 
change its ways of wonderment
and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment
for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment
an abiding faith that the others faith rests upon the others shoulder
as they grow ever so much older
remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together
that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather
while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last
and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past
a past reflected in each partner's eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication
a coupling worthy of adulation
he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation
a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born
a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn
so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories
he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze
as each agrees
sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater
and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better
well not so much better as just plain more comfortable
no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed
just a mutual and spiritual type of need
the need to talk away a partners tears
while knowing that his partner truly hears
and dries her eyes compliantly
to face yet another hardship defiantly
ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger
because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever
traversing together mile after mil
through the trials.through the riches and through each smile
but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears
it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years
       © 2012....copyright PHREECEE..~free cee!~