Best Grandparents Poems

We are apples growing on our parent's tree, planted by our grandparents from the apples of our great-grandparents ~ author

October skies still reflect in your eyes 
the way they once did on that day we were wed.
Autumn's bright leaves recall fond memories
of sweet days together...

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You look at me so uninviting;
I may have some missing teeth, stumble when I walk, bout' to FALL!!!
Stutter when I talk, but yet I'll still call;
Might smell like ole mothballs or mint or maybe even Old Spice;
You see me and you stare, you're looking at...

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The old red wheelbarrow is still standing there
right next to my Grandfather’s fixed rocking chair.
Though neither has moved in a good many years
their presence revives former  laughter and tears.

As children, my Grandfather placed us inside
the bright red wheelbarrow and off we would ride.
Down rough...

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She sits and rocks, so gently back and forth
Her chin leaning heavily on her chest.
In her hands she cradles, one flat waxed rose
And sighs as pain is swelling in her breast.

Her long grey hair, now tied up in a bun
Is what I see when entering...

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**Dedicated to those who preceded us and gave their blood, sweat and tears, so we can have the luxuries they could not**


The wind whispers, the wind whispers ----
   the wind spreads her wings,
   so all can sing her lonesome tune;

An old...

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Like the sun lights up the sky, 
A little girl when she was born, 
She snuggled right into our hearts
With heaven's sparkle in
Her eyes stole her papa's heart. 

He became her nanny and cradled
Her to sleep, there was no bed 
Comfortable enough, 
but only in...

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Angels Sing

I hear them, 
all the time. 
When I pick up my child, 
and hold her close, 
her breath…
Harps; lovely,
faraway, 
and distant.

When I go to my grandmothers, 
and clean her kitchen, 
all afternoon, 
while she teaches me, 
how to make, 
cornbread and beans…
the right way.
Violins...

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How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up truck, dad would bundle my suitcase into the back and I’d be on my way. Gramps would whistle as we...

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MY PSW PROMISE
When you first arrived -
Your health was then fading
Your whole world was changing
I promised that I’d see you through.
When you first arrived
Your kids sold your house
You just lost your spouse
I promised that I’d see you through.
When you first arrived
You could barely still walk
You...

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We’d gather on the old wooden porch
gramps would sit in his rocking chair
with wisps of smoke rising from his cigar

I’d snuggle up to gran 
on the faded old swing seat
We’d sip lemon tea
and chat late into the night
catching up on the news since I’d last...

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L-iving in a world of vast 
souls formed from 
another voided world,
E-ntering thru portals 
from their world to earth.
O-ozing spetacular smell 
and wail when the chips 
are down.
N-urtured from cradle to 
adulthood-independent
entity with a new world 
to face.
O-rganizes oneself for the 
task ahead,passing thru 
hurdles...

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I was one of many that had the priviledge
to live with my Grandparents.  The lessons
I learned from them will remain with me for
the rest of my life. My Grandmother was a 
very wise woman and her way of thinking
and explaining things made me listen.
I...

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New Future Of The
Internet


Cable cost are up
too high
You turned to the
internet and so have
I

My Youtube channel
is the way to go
Now I can even make
video shows

I group the videos
to make a show
To bring you the
best of where I go

For kids the mower
and stove videos
I also have...

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oh nirvaan ! truly dearly you ,
how should i tell you,
how much i love you,
i am your uncle,
you’re my nephew,
thats not all i have to tell you,
i can see in you,
astonishing wisdom and noble cue,

so i like to earnestly convey you,
in this world of disguise...

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Grandad The Superhero

My grandad was a superhero,
You would not think it true,
For now he’s old and very slow,
And he only wears one shoe.

He used to soar across the sky,
Birdman was his name,
But now he can no longer fly,
It’s really such a shame.  

His cape...

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