#grandma poems on Hello Poetry

Elizabeth Pauzè Jan 2015

Sisters

I don't know
where she is
or where She is
as my grandmother
peers out the window
into the heavenly
landscape of her garden
two white butterflies dance
mirroring the light *****
of the others wings.
breathless
my grandmother’s eyes turn misty
hand on her heart
grasping my fingers into knots
her voice clipped
there they are,
and she clutches onto me
as the sisters whirl themselves
around the ashen and lilies

For Suzanne and Amy

#sad #death #happy #nature #afterlife #butterflies #sisters #grandma #grandmother #gommy

Kenzee Rae Jan 2015

My Granny died today

My Granny died today,
I don't know what to say,
My Granny died today.

My Granny died today,
So I began to pray,
I don't know what to say,
My Granny died today.

My Granny died today,
I've wept and wept all day,
So I began to pray,
I don't know what to say,
My Granny died today.

My Granny died today,
My rock has gone astray,
I've wept and wept all day,
So I began to pray,
I don't know what to say,
My Granny died today.

My Granny died today,
Her soul has gone to play,
My rock has gone astray,
I've wept and wept all day,
So I began to pray,
I don't know what to say,
My Granny died today.

My Granny died today,
So I bought her a bouquet,
Her soul has gone to play,
My rock has gone astray,
I've wept and wept all day,
So I began to pray,
I don't know what to say,
My Granny died today.

My Granny died today,
In the ground she'll lay,
So I bought her a bouquet,
Her soul has gone to play,
My rock has gone astray,
I've wept and wept all day,
So I began pray,
I don't know what to say,
My Granny died today.

My Granny died today,
I don't know what to say,
My Granny died today.

#love #death #my #grief #died #today #grandma #grandmother #granny

little Bird Jan 2015

Christmas 2014

There were no pictures by the tree
A moment in time we don't want to see
Grandma leaving us slowly
We all miss Katie.

#christmas #grandma

Oktoberbarn Jan 2015

facebook

I am with facebook 24/7, my grandma a day or two a month.
I get likes on facebook, while she gives me love.
I get to know what my friends are doing all the time, while my grandma tells me about het 80 years on this planet.
Facebook lets me travel through the world, from Ghana to Paris. My grandmother takes me to her kitchen for a nice cup of coffee.

*I wish I could spend time with her everyday instead of facebook

#love #life #facebook #travelling #grandma #paris #coffe #ghana

Meg B Dec 2014

Chub

Grandma Clarice,
or Chub as I prefer to call her,
is tough as nails.

All 90 pounds of her on her
not-even-five-feet-tall-frame,
she always told the funniest jokes,
and her laugh was one of
those laughs
that just
reverberated so warm against your
eardrums,
contagious like the
common cold,
you couldn't help but catch it.

Chub always made the best pies,
any kind your gluttonous mind could
imagine:
cherry, blueberry, apple, peach, lemon chiffon, anything creamed;
don't get me wrong,
my mama inherited the gene,
her peach pie my absolute favorite
in the summertime,
but still,
mama learned from the master, and Chub was
the master indeed.

Chub was witty,
she was poised,
she was so many things that I
don't even feel like I ever really have figured out
what all she was, she is.
But I can't deny the
memories I have of Chub
smiling
as I played Christmas tunes on the piano,
looking collected and cool as she
whipped up another perfect meal,
her voice inquisitive as she
asked me about school,
the teacher in her proud yet astute.

Chub can't remember anymore,
but I remember for her,
the laughter, the
impeccable odors wafting from her all-white kitchen,
the late night games of Rummikub,
that tough-as-nails Chub who will always
exist in my
memories.

#memories #grandma #elderly #dementia #chub

Roger Turner - Poet Dec 2014

Mistletoe Etiquette

Christmas is traditions
some last and others die
some leave you feeling fuzzy
others leave you asking "Why?"
There's rules that must be followed
And most of them we know
About gifts and cards and Christmas trees
and then there's mistletoe....

We all know the tradition
We all know what it is
You meet under the berries
And then you both must kiss
But, there's etiquette surrounding
The dreaded mistletoe
And there are things you aren't aware of
And I thought you all should know....

Always kiss your Aunties
Do it quick and on the cheek
Their lips are full of slobber
and sometimes they just reek

Grandmas, get a quick kiss
And ignore the sounds they make
Don't hug Grannies too tightly
They are brittle and might break

Avoid the pervert Uncles
With hands and eyes that roam
They act one way at Christmas
And another way at home

The little kids, won't kiss you
So, it's fun to give them chase
Make sure there's lots of slobber
So, they can wipe it off their face

Make sure kissing Grandad
That he has got his teeth
That they're not somewhere in a glass
or worse, smiling from a wreath

Always kiss your Mum though
Beware, Mums will always cry
and they will get you going too
No matter how hard you try

Kiss the one you came with
Let them know just how you feel
That your love for them's eternal
And your love for them is real

Kissing is tradition
and at Christmas can be great
But, don't kiss all the women
And forget about your date

The most important rule of all
If you don't want your bell rung
When kissing 'neath the mistletoe
DO NOT USE THE TONGUE

#love #family #kissing #christmas #grandma #mum #uncles #grandad #mistletoe #aunties

The Terry Tree Dec 2014

ROSE

(A dedication In fond memory of my grandmother Rosemma
and all grandmothers that have inspired us to be...)

ROSE

Pink and gold-like dust
Falls and glitters
Swirls and drifts behind
My eyes
I can still hear the
Soft sounds of your
Lullabies caressing
My ears
I can feel your
Hands wiping away
My tears

Your laughter echoes in
My mind and I can
Feel your love
Waft over me
A draft of
Tenderness
In waves of
Spiritual
Light

Like a ballad
You are the hymn
That always hums
In my heart

There is a truth that I
Can believe in for
All time because of you
Now I know that Angels
Actually do exist
There is no question
In my mind
Your touch
Upon my
Forehead

Above and beyond
You are
So Divine

Grandma

You are the original
Lightworker of my life
You taught me how to
Stand up for my rights
You taught me how to sing
And what the joy of
Love can bring
You taught me not to judge
And how much that it can
Hurt to hold a grudge
You taught me
How to be the
Child of God
I am today

God enveloped you in ways
That poured out of you
Like rays of sunlight
Your giving spirit
Could reach
Into even
The darkest
Of dark
Caves

You will be remembered
For your ability to
Surrender to the
Holy Spirit

It will be recalled that you
Did not compromise your beliefs
Your faith could not be twisted
Your energy always uplifted
And you are with us
Every day

Showing us the way

As we are walking on the petals of
Your guidance we are
Listening to your message
You have given us a blessing
Your heart of gold
The story that you told
Unlike any other
You are the original
Blueprint of what one soul
Can do... Yes...

You

You are in me forever
To have and to hold
I will never know any other
Like you

I wish to be as brave as you
To fight for what I believe in too
We may not always get it
Exactly right but we will
Always be willing to try
Because of your light
We will fight to
Make it right

Did you know you were the love of my life?
When I look into the sky I can see your smile
Burning bright for the world to see
You are still with me
You are still in me
With every breath
I take
With every move
I make

I placed a single feather
In your hands pure white
To carry with you on your flight
When crossing over
As I kiss you on
Your forehead
This is not goodbye
For every end is just
The beginning
With you

May your journey
Bring you the peace
That your heart and soul
Deserve to receive
May you find your way back home
Safely into the arms of
Our creator
And when you meet with Spirit
Would you say one thing for me?
Would you thank God
For sending you
To me
Would you thank God
For creating such
Magnificent
Beauty...

Our Angel of all time
You loved me as I am
I can only hope to be
A small portion
Of how amazing
You have proven
We can be
And with
Your help
With your
Guidance
I believe
I too
Can
Be

A messenger of love and light where
God can envelope me in ways that
Pour out as they did with you
Like rays of sunlight
A giving spirit that
Will outreach
Into even
The darkest
Of dark
Caves

May I be the gift that you were
Given to us to be
Gifted from God
Through you
To show others
Here on earth
How to see

To show those who need to feel
Accepted and
Loved as God
Taught you and
You taught
Me

© tHE tERRY tREE

Image | Heart O' Gold Grandiflora Rose | heirloomroses.com

#love #light #rose #grandma #grandmother

Ambvision Dec 2014

I guess

A little girl at the age of 6 looked up at you.
She asked..
"Grandma, can I have a cookie?"
You smiled and said
"I guess."
That girl turned 13, and she looked up at you.
She asked..
"Grandma, can you take me to the movies?"
You smiled and said
"I guess."
When she turned 16, she looked down at you from beside the hospital bed.
She asked..
"Grandma, can you please stay?"
You faintly smiled and whispered
"I guess."
Today, that little girl looks down at you once more.
A tear rolls down my cheek as I look at your grave.
They ask me..
"Sweety, will you be alright?"
My voice cracks as I whisper
"I guess."

This is about my grandma who passed away about a month ago. I love you.

#death #rip #grandma

Jonny Bolduc Nov 2014

Untitled

Last Christmas grandmother told anyone who would listen that she quit the wine. She said it once as my father cracked open a bottle of ***. She said it again serving the ham; mentioned it in passing while gramps polished off a bottle of Malbec;

she said that last summer in the hot-tub at Laurie’s she had a bit too much Sangria and got out and fell on the pavement, cutting up her knees real bad ---

she said that she couldn’t even believe it was happening, she couldn’t believe that she drank so much. I could believe it.

Gram had always been a bit of a drinker; her sober stinging words caught you good enough even when she was on her best behavior. Imagine when she was unhinged! Talking while her teeth were all red was like getting sucker punched by a kangaroo; Gramps got all loose and loud, Gram got all hot and bothered and mean.

Don’t get me wrong. If I could, I’d drown in a pool of whiskey, choke on the amber stream from the tap.
But I don’t lie about it! I don’t talk about it; I don’t lie about it.
I’ve been sneaking sips since I was 14,
and I’ve been drinking pools of the stuff since I was 17 and if you asked anyone they might not believe you.

I wonder if punching people in the face and choke holding them into doing what you want them to do is a past-time. Most people drink to get nice.

People like her drink to get mean.

#drunk #alcoholism #grandma