Nostalgia Grandfather Poems

Your shoes by the door,
worn soles tracing paths
you used to walk -
each scuff a story,
each crease a memory,
quiet but heavy.

They sit there,
still laced with quiet...

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How old was I then - maybe 
seven or eight in grainy black
and white. I can remember 
I was standing outside 
my grandfathers two story...

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Ten mile peninsula in Queens, N.Y.,
nighttime jetties of moonlight white caps,
waves rising and ebbing.
My grandfather walking with me on the
daylight shore so many summers ago.

My...

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I sit in a corner, long discarded,
In an attic, so no one can see.
All the memories I hold,
from stories long told,
when sat on your grandfathers...

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Dad

I can't believe
Your here old man
You made it through the rough..

I love your
Laugh and chuckle..
For me that is enough.

But boy you've had a lifetime
And crammed...

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I suppose everybody, at a certain age,
Wishes they talked to parents more,
Wished they learnt a few details of
The many generations  gone before.
Oh I traced...

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Grandfather's house, knocked to the ground - to dust:
The windows wept when the bulldozer came
Timeworn and dirty and wheezing black smoke,
Just like the drab mills...

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THE SERGEANT MAJOR

I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
No collar,braces and rolled up sleeves,
Leather buckled trouser belt;
Number forty-six with Gran he dwelt.

A curled up moustache,
His manner stiff...

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He's a techno-infant
  in old man's clothes
Old-fashioned tools
  are what he knows

A wizard with a hammer
  a genius with a saw
Makes a...

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in billowing pipe smoke
he laughed like santa
then went to heaven

i was five



posted on March 9, 2021...

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I remember sitting on my grand dad’s knee,
when he told me about the good old days.

How he courted my grandmother with glee,
He fell in love...

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Grandpa bought his grandson
  a precious Holiday gift
Something he'd once treasured
  that had given him a lift

He wrapped it nice and pretty
 ...

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Under the Mulberry Tree
Is where you would always be
While I climbed ever so higher
you would stand and wait for me

I never realized why that was
It...

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This is what they used to do,
Grandpa's made their own rules,
Sit on verandah on sunny morn,
Read the sport, paper at dawn,
Then to read the obituaries,
Ensure...

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Once we were very young,
Our journey had begun,
We bounced around in the back,
No seatbelts, alas, alack,
I was rubbing the hair of Grandpa Jack,
Trying to drive,...

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