Best Grandparents Poems

People live forever in Jacksonville and St. Petersburg and Tampa,
But you don't have to live forever to become a grampa.
The entrance requirements for grampahood are comparatively mild,
You only have to live until your child has a child.
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For Grace Bulmer Bowers


From narrow provinces
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Friendship

Friendship is love,
Without friendship love means nothing!
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The white woman across the aisle from me says 'Look,
look at all the history, that house
on the hill there is over two hundred years old, '
as she points out the window past me
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I woke up this morning
and I was mourning
weary and broken
my life burnin' down to ashes and smokin'
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On an island the soft hue of memory,
moss green, kerosene yellow, drifting, mingling
in the Caribbean Sea,
a six-year-old named Alfred
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1992

1) I was born in a Free City, near the North Sea.
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O Great Spirit,
You who in Your form of the Chapungu,
the great eagle with sharper eye than any aeroplane,
watches over us and knows all things;
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Twisting back to time old memory we see,
Love builds heaven at home love is the key.

Sea of emotion floats in waves of joy light,
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I know, or I think I know, where I was born.
New Plymouth, a city with two sprawling cemeteries,
where I found my grandparents' gravestones at last,
but they were covered in gray lichen and moss.
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O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
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More like a vault -- you pull the handle out
and on the shelves: not a lot,
and what there is (a boiled potato
in a bag, a chicken carcass
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My dear father,
Who was determined to educate me well,
To the best of his ability.
Remained throughout my life,
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There is a place called Hope, Arkansas
Where a little boy grew up
No one ever dreamed that one day
His name would be on a special cup
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Thank You Mom-for holding me in your loving arms every time I cried.
Thank You Mom-for changing my diaper and singing me to sleep.
Thank You Mom-for holding my hand as you walked me onto the bus my first day of school.
Thank You Mom-for trudging through the snow each winter to watch me perform in the school play.
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On the shelf above the crackling fire,
the day’s work over, shadows swaying and flickering
across the room, in the firelight’s glow;
here is love abiding
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A dear old couple my grandparents were,
And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven
The lamb that Jesus petted when a child;
Their faith was never draped by Doubt: to them
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My neighbor's little son is so smart
In a write up on Grandparents, he wrote
"They never seem to hurry,
Any time, can tell a story
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Hi. The name is Lou.
Born in the land of the new moon,
raised in the Pearl of the Orient.
My Grandparents as my Parents,
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A precious child, my little grand-daughter,
full of chuckles, love and great laughter.
Filled with innocence through and through,
with lots of hugs and kisses too.
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the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats
cuddled on the porch
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Lucky children are blessed with presents-
Gifts of untiring, pouring love of Grandparents!
Loved and cared by Grandma,
Guided and educated by Grandpa,
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I marvelled
and stood in bewilderment
When it was dark and raining
When all at once
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The welfare trust has many stories,
I can tell you one that shattered my heart,
A boy of twenty grown up in the trust,
Never knew his parents but was keen to know,
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It is the boy in me who's looking out
the window, while someone across the street
mends a pillowcase, clouds shift, the gutter spout
pours rain, someone else lights a cigarette?
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Once in my early childhood,
My father to show his brood,
Took me to his mother's house,
Laden with oxen and cows.
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Morning is her time for reflection,
Light filters in the windows while inside she is screaming
At her past of brutal rejection
As the teasing light is streaming.
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Romans, though you’re guiltless, you’ll still expiate
your fathers’ sins, till you’ve restored the temples,
and the tumbling shrines of all the gods,
and their images, soiled with black smoke.
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to enjoy the enjoyable. It seems a modest enough aim
and what we're meant to do by human nature, surely? and yet
that urge to set up the next scene, to move on - do you remember
those old films where the heroes were always saying to their side-kicks
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Oh the pleasure, the happiness,
the delight, the joy, the bliss,
of doing just one thing above all!
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Our diaries squatted, toad-like,
On dark closet ledges.
Forget-me-not and thistle
Decalcomaned the pages.
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I woke up and before I got out of bed I thought...
about words of a poem which I'd not yet wrought.
I once heard about something 'God' had 'wrought',
but THAT is not what, by tonight, I hope I've brought
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I can see your eyes
behind this veil.
But I cannot feel your gaze.
I can hear your words, but your breath
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The Department of Family Services and Abos lied to me.
My grandfather came to Purga at ’bout 19 0r 18 hundreds
And married a Murri woman who gave him sons.
In 1922 he was given exemption certificate from the Acts.
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This is the holy land
Where I was born
My seed was well planted
By my parents in right span;
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Here in a garden of flowers you see,
Beneath the shades of a flamboyant tree,
Two pillows in love, and facing each other,
Placed for grandfather and grandmother,
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Between God and the gods and The Jakarta dialect….

There is no translation into the Jakartan dialect
in the Indonesian vocabulary.
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and some say
oh that’s my favourite ever poem
my aunt my uncle my teacher read it
to me when I was twelve
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There was an exact rendering in the books of her time granted her from all her relatives, from grandparents, to siblings, from her parents and even some deposits from friends.

He moved in his chair, rose, and glided toward the window to look out as he always did when he wanted to think.
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A gentle breeze like a loving memory
Blowing across County Meath's fertile and lush fields,
In honour of your beautiful appeal,
A gentle breeze blowing across the wide, tree lined road of Gracefield,
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On a cloudy gray
Late fall day,
I spontaneously decide
To take an old-country drive...
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Gather 'round, Children, and Bri shall tell you a tale...
about a Cat which, since birth, had no hair on its tail.
Oh, it HAD a tail, but it was a tail like that on a Snake,
and no hair did the cat's tail have, but still it did shake.
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He was the neighbor boy
and I, the city girl
banished to the countryside
to the grandparents,
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At ten I caught fireflies
in the Chicago night
cupping them in my hands
giving them to you
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In the seemingly-"calm" years in Japan, Aki was born in '49.
Her mother & her father had two sons by that post-war time.
At a "nearby shrine", Aki saw white-clad veterans ring bells as they begged,
some missing "parts of their face", and/or limb(s)e.g. arm(s)or leg(s) .
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To write "About Me", assignment # 1, for …
her ‘advanced' herb class teacher,
Aki thought of her youth in postwar Japan …
and the decades since, thus to reach her ….
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Grandparents
Monday,15th April 2019

Who shapes the destiny of the children?
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Poetry means a clean sheet
of paper to the anxious poet.
He covers the dry page
with moist words,
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It was Friday morning.I was going in the little village of Arowali. My vacation had just began.My parents thought it would be a good idea to visit the village after a hectic exam.The trian slowly chugged into the station.We had to go another 3 miles by cartwheel pulled by ox.My grandparents once lived in that village.After they were over sixty they moved with us into the city.Our house was looked after by a chowkidar(a kind of secretary) .We slowly advanced towards the house.The fields were lush green and was so long i couldn't see the end, it disappeared into the horizon.

After 15 minutes, we reached our house.It was a little broken down and looked shabby but i was not dismayed about it, it gave me a feeling of adventure.People often spoke of ghosts and spirits.Although i cannot say whether it was a superstition, but to say the truth the nights were very creepy.It was all silent with the occasional buzz of insects and snakes.
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The New Year's 2019 Resolutions....

Start the 2019 Resolutions
with brighter, better solutions
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Some expired but some still in circulation
Children play with it, love their accumulation
Grandparents are old coins
When a lovely grandchild joins
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First thing first, and what's that first thing,
Other than learning, is there anything!
Learn more and more as knowledge is power,
Step by step, it's a beacon tower,
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I don't know from where I came,
I don't know where I will go,
I only know that now I am here,
I will be here as long as I am here.
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And there we stood, the family,
foremost in black and closed off faces.
Then sevenhundred folks from town,
they all had come to give respect
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(- what follows is a true story. more a story than a poem. yet, one I have so wanted for so long to tell... -)

On the way
Southbound far into Texas.
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Would you want to know how and when you'll die?
I mean in terms of hereditary disease,
Scientists are currently trying to explain why,
Their propaganda is being used to appease.
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which leads to new territory going
off on a wild with desire goose chase
everything bad everything funky lifts
off the roof making distinctions between
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Gather 'round, Children, and Bri shall tell you a tale...
about a cat which, since birth, had no hair on its tail.
Oh, it HAD a tail, but it was a tail like that on a snake,
and no hair did the cat's tail have, but still it did shake.
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Today is Mothers' Day

I appreciate and thank both of my parents.
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Happy birthday, Dear Evan!
On this very special day
You are six years old "young man"!
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Hands!
I see many hands
Watching fingers
Graciously playing
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i am, become...
i am forgiveness,
wanted, prayed for, needed,
in heart and action...
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These people,
who look like good people,
like people I pass every day,
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This poem is about a letter,
one that was posted through a door,
and somehow it got pushed,
under the carpet on the floor.
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Every child of nine knows
the universe is a jagged shape
edged by home and park
and school and market -
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Three R means Reading, writing, and arithmetic,
These are essential in life and value of aesthetic.
Without reading writing and having calculation,
One can’t improve and achieve life perfection.
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How weak and helpless is a lonely old man!
He has none to look after him,
nobody to cook food for him,
nobody to provide him medical aid,
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The White House
Washington
Tom Zart's Poems
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Your B'day - the happiest day
that's when you are gay.
Sigh! ! 'I'm older' you say.
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I am still living,
I am indebted,
And I have to clear the debt,
Of my parents and grandparents,
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When the earthquake hit Haiti
I merely stumbled.

I took a step and
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They had grown old together -always in search
Of something better.
But little did they know they had it together from the get go.
They found compassion, they found love given to them from above.
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Old age is beautiful,
old age is full of wisdom
the wisest person in my life
are my grandparents
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The land of mine, where my greatest of all grandfathers had matured,
There he played with my equally old grandmother, he clamored,
We all prayed to the same Gods who have been kept,
In the palatial temples, built with the salt of their sweat,
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Some recent showcases contained poems from the
" Indian Subcontinent " & the " British Isles ".
Some may have brought tears, others perhaps smiles.
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It was cold cold December when
a human heart ceased to love
but filled it with hate and evil,
when lovely innocent angels
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We take one day at a time
As we stroll through the years
Life is not always easy
There are problems that bring tears
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(A series of true incidents from my life)

Whenever there is a crisis
in our family, I am the one
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Though Einstein continued to live a normal life
With his wife and children in Zurich,
His thoughts were always of Elsa.
He began to write secret letters to her
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At and after birth I was quite innocent
In my family with other members,
Playfully was passing childhood, learning period
With neighbors, friends and relatives;
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In the park the sprinklers
jet their lazy moving arcs
of droplets on the grass
(brilliant white with rising sun behind them
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Do you remember when....

We played imaginary games as kids,
The PC Police did not flip their lids.
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It was just a bomb that took four arms and six legs
From nine perfectly healthy individuals
It was just a bomb that took sixteen lives
And left seventy two people seriously wounded
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I’m comfortable with your confronting me
hurling, albeit politely, the epic query

haunting your ‘tolerance’ and a fever
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Cheap and charming items
Settle on the numerous tables
Of my grandparents' customary yard sale.
Bugs visit them all on this hot but vital weekend.
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Will others remember me
When from this Mortal Life I slip?
As I remember those of my forebears,
Who did before me live.
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The birth of a family where does it start
Your parents, their parents all play a part

Virtues instilled deep within us all form
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Calling the grandparents,
May make them happy,
When calling itself a problem,
How to make them happy?
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I wake, sitting on my bed
Thanking God for gift of a new day
Abundant joys before me He has laid
His unconditional love displayed
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Joy being brought to mind when an innocent child laughs freely
and un-hesitantly out loud, whispers ending up in smiles, because
they tend to tickle little sensitive ears.
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Memories of, the sun shinning in threw the windows, of my
Grandparents bedroom.
The black cat in the barn, howling out his own tune.
The silvery light across the fields, when there's a full moon.
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Our dear Estella
Today is your special day:
Your age turns new page.
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Hôm nay, ngày Mother's Day
Lòng con cảm tạ Mẹ Cha, hai người.
Công Cha như dẫy Trường Sơn
Nghĩa Mẹ như nước đại dương Thái-Bình.
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This week, three grand daughters came to visit us
They had Christmas vacation from their school.
They chatted and laughed, night and day
Special joy filled heir hearts and happiness shined on their faces.
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It's summer time.
Four grand kids came for their vacation.
It's hot season and they swim as much as they like.
Pool water is clear, fresh and it invites day and night.
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For their vacation
Four kids came to grandparents
Three weeks, Summer fun.
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The sky is beautiful this morning
I open the door and walk out of the house.
Outside, the new day just opens
White clouds float under the blue sky.
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Dear Sophie Zoe
We gather to celebrate
Your feast of birthday.
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I’ve started a 'showcase' on my PoemHunter site,
which is NOT a contest; it’s no arena for a fight,
but instead a place where once a month I shall post..
a poem from you, a PH member, which you’d like read most.
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LUNAR ECLIPSE….(3)

the previous lunar eclipse
was on Sunday last 5th July
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