#grandchildren poems on Hello Poetry

Francie Lynch Apr 2017

Hey, Xavy:
If we're still here
When you get older,
Check out the potholes on my street;
Are we still planting telephone poles,
Accusing animals for sky blue holes?
Are there tourists in S.E. Asia;
Did Manhattan disappear?

Are people dying with different bodies,
Still thinking with their transplanted heads?
Do we build schools, did the shootings stop?
Is work still measured by the clock?
Do well-heeled shepherds still manage flocks?
Have you seen our fingers evolve,
Does anyone listen to voices at all?

When you get there, Xavy,
Take a look.
Did they heed the Richter scales,
The geo-thermal warnings,
The snow caps' warmings?
Does wildlife drink from Winter's brooks,
Is the soil capable of growth,
Does Spring herald re-birth?

Your spirit is indomitable.
No problem insurmountable.
Denial is unintelligible,
The sacrifice regrettable,
But no other choice acceptable.
And the legacy left remarkable.

Ah, Xavy, What I would give to be a small part of your unfolding world.
But I've got to go.
All the Best.
Granda

Xavy: Short for Xavier, my grandson.

#environment #grandchildren

Bernard T Windwillow Mar 2017

Little Girl Dance

The little girl danced
she took the stage
and she danced
She learned all the positions
one by one
The steps and moves
came naturally
she danced
Her heart and soul
on stage
on display
Music drove her
force of vitality
It was ardor
it was desire
she danced
Among her in-crowd
she was sweet but shy
A goodie two shoes
quiet and meek as a mouse
A scholar a
an unflagging student
Whenever she was sad
she danced
Whenever she was happy
She danced
When it was sunny
She danced
When she fell in love
She danced
She flew from
toe to toe
When she had children
She danced
When she had grandchildren
She danced
Across the tapestry
Of life
She danced
When the banshee howled
She danced

#love #dance #happiness #ballet #grandchildren #chindren

Walter W Hoelbling Jan 2017

wisecrack no. 8 (10w)

our grandchildren are the reward
for not strangling our teenagers

#teenagers #grandchildren #strangling

Francie Lynch Apr 2016

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

The news arrived
Of the new arrival.
We grant him
All the Rights,
Privileges,
And Responsibilities
Accorded to
A son, brother,
And grandson.
May his endowment
Of love and honour
Stand him in good stead.

Always good news.

#son #birth #grandchildren #grandson

Tate Morgan Jul 2015

Papa Tate

We mixed colors from childhood
with gentle tones that came with time
gave birth to a generation
that became the pride of our prime

Those were days of joys un-ending
you think we won't see anymore
'Cause where we find ourselves these days
we have never been to before

Each place in life brings adventure
meant to try us all of our days
To test resolve and resilience
that we apply to each new phase

We will always have a purpose
as now I am called Papa Tate
To tell you the truth I love it
being a grandfather is great

Tate

The days of life may dim at times and new things always feel unsafe and insecure. But what we fear is infirmity. However Life is only good as long as it is changing and growing. Like the seasons we come and go and face the end like any man. So it is that when the time comes I'll conform to the masters plan

#family #grandparents #grandchildren

Debbie Jean Embrey May 2015

Flying High

being a grandmother is everything
joyful
love unending
a time to spoil
and a time to grin
we say yes
even when parents say no
that's what we do
we love them
squeeze them
hug them
while all along
we are flying high

#love #grandchildren

Sally A Bayan May 2015

A SONG THAT WILL NOT DIE

It is not only on her birthday, and the day she left
i remember her everyday...without fail
her thoughts visit me when i rise in the morning
she hints to me what she'd do if she were in my shoes
at night, i whisper, "talk to me...in my sleep..."

in my dreams, our eyes seldom meet...she's younger now, lovelier
always busy pruning her bougainvillas and dama de noche,
the usual scene....maybe, she's telling me this is how it's going to be
that everything would be okay, even when i, too, am gone.

it's like, she's just outside, tending her garden
it's like she's absent, just traveling, for a while.

in the minds of my children and grandchildren
my siblings and their families
her memories play on and on, like a record spinning on a turntable
she's a serenade...a classical piano piece that won't fade
my late mother...she's a song that will not die.

Sally
Copyright May 7, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

***Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers in and out of Hello Poetry!***

#dreams #mother #song #children #grandchildren

Francie Lynch Feb 2015

You Will Return

You can't go far
Down on all fours,
Drooling and babbling
And hugging the floor.

I see you're stumbling
On your Jango legs,
You'll fall if not careful
On your new paradigms.

Now you're leaving
With stature and grace;
You pirouette, glide,
You've found your own pace.

You will return,
Of that I am sure,
With one of your own
To crawl on my floor.

#children #grandchildren