#granny
Boys tidy whites
Are like a
cheap hotel
Why pray tell?
They have
NO Ballroom
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
you are the Ambrosia of my mind
the apple of my eye
crisp and Red delicious
a Macintosh in waiting
Granny Smith is exuberant
over our Gala to toast the Empire
I see a Pink Lady in Fuji
Honeycrisp in every way
you are the Envy of Pazzaz
playing Jazz in Cameo at the Braeburn
in front of Lady Alice in Holstein
like a Hidden Rose
though Janagold is **** mixed with sweetness
your Liberty embraces Gravenstein
akin to a Pacific Rose like an Opal
enjoying Winesap instead of Mutsu
Andreas Simic©
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 7:05 AM UTC
no one cares what you do on your last day on earth
except everyone else left behind to carry the hurt
im not saying its a free pass to do evil
i only wish to do good onto people
so is passing away bittersweet?
happy for me and sad for thee?
or is that why we celebrate
we all knew along the way
that this was fate
each one is different
just a shade of memories
i cannot be insensitive
some are taken entirely to early
so does anyone truly care
what you do on your last day on earth?
embracing the next step of the cycle
as you enter a new birth
while everyone else is left
behind to carry the hurt
and im not saying its a free pass to do evil
i only want to do good unto people.
just something ive come to think on
as i drive through Kentucky feeling withdrawn
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC
the sleeping baby gives a smile,
listening to her sweet lullaby.
which the young granny keeps compile.
the song of sleep for your eyes.
her talent was so versatile,
she can make any baby stop cry.
in my sleep, to check on me, she always come by.
A young granny with a sad smile bid bye-bye.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
Shedding tears and laughing in her memories is a movie watched on loop by me.
Story of granny about the deceased shining as a star is the force driving me into asking all stars the reason for her deviation from the path of her promise of never leaving me alone.
Silences are her replies if she really exists in any of the stars.
Silhouttes of dark circles under my eyes is the waiting for her reply.
Her betrayal is a fire and I'm its victim.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
Granny Granny
I love you
How do you feel now?
How are you?
Granny Granny
I miss you
What do you do now?
Where are you?
Granny Granny
Talk to me
Here I recall you
Can you see?
Granny Granny
You're so kind to me
as the tide in the sea
Oh my Granny I need you.
Granny Granny
Get the cure from the sore
Stay safe and happy life
Oh my Granny God bless you.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC
This is the love I know only in dreams,
In my grandmother's home,
Where I sit in a sunlit glow,
writing beautiful things,
Listening to her stories.
Where I'm selfless and whole.
Oh, I pray,
Oh, I wish,
She lives forever to tell me more.
This is the love,
This is the love I know only in dreams
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 5:34 AM UTC
Have you seen my granny?
She shoots like Johnny Wayne,
Smokes cigarettes like Garbo,
Sings like Kelly in the rain.
She's doubtless at the movies
Watching Audrey zip 'round Rome,
And wishing she were young enough
To run away from home.
My nana laughs like Rita,
Plays chess like Steve McQueen,
She smoulders like her heroes do
Up on that silver screen.
Have you seen my granny?
She loves Bogart and Bacall,
And in her dreams forever
She is blonde and six-foot tall.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
fondly remember your grandmother's house
as I share with you mine
a pantry, tall as a mountain when I was six.
a forbidden box of sugar cubes that was never really off limits
cookies, warm and soft. how does she always have them?
sitting in the rocking chair, toes miles away from the floors
strange stories you hope aren't true
ice cubes made of lemonade
an afternoon refresher
a sunday spent at home, at your grandma's house
always drawing and painting
playing in the yard
her cats in your lap, warm and fuzzy
she braids your hair with her wise, experienced hands
does she always smell like lavender?
gumdrops and hard candies
playing dominoes on the floor
there's nowhere else I'd rather be
than at home
at my grandma's house
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
Went to my grandma for advice today.
She gave the best advice I could get. Even a therapist, doctor, officer of the law and a scientist can't beat granny's advice. She is just too kind for me and beloved by me.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC
News announced today "cop kills a man in his own home".
Mistakes his apartment for hers, mistakes him for a burglar or
an easy target!
My Granny says "I bet she is white and he was black"? She used was since Botham is dead. Granny says "cops killing black body has been normalized since forever".
Three days later the news releases her name and photo.
My Granny was right. She is a white woman with Klansman's robes for eyes looking to **** a black man.
Amber tell me did you sit in your car for 15 hours carving Botham's name on the bullet that killed him before going to his apartment?
Did you want his apartment to reflect the same color as
the red mat in front of his door?
Oh, you didn't notice that,
or did you just decide to take a shot in the dark,
while Botham was in his home resting effortlessly?
It was too dark for you to see that was not your apartment, but lit enough to see him to shoot him in his chest.
Amber, I bet your heart is cut from the same
cloth as your mother's "All Lives Matter" Tee Shirt.
Botham's Mother says his heart was made by angels.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
I was twelve
I was sad and depressed
She gone
I was sitting on her bed
Remembering her
I opened her wardrobe
I found a long black dress with white flowers on it
I smelled it
The smell of her
Tears where running down my cheeks
I was missing her. I miss her
I used to feel lost without her
Years later, I found my way back to reality, to the world, to all.
Because I get back to her
I can see death people
Now the world is complete
I am thankful of the gift that God, Life, She gave me
I’m with her again. She’s again with me. My family is again with her
Death is not so bad
Because I have this gift and I can see it all
And I’ve got all in my hands now
And today I’m the happiest person in this ******* world, I’ve got everything that I’ve ever wanted: especially her, again.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
Losing Granny
Was the end of an era
In my life.
But it's been
Many a year now,
With lots of
Fond memories
To help bridge the gap.
Remembering her love,
Strength, patience
And courage,
Helps me to go on.
What a joy it is
To think of her.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
Recorded by Jim Lowe
Written by Fred Hertz and Charles Grean
C F C
I took my granny to a hootenanny
G7 C Am
Now her silver hair is hanging down down down
C F G7
At the age of 93 she can sing in any key
C G7 C
She’s my hootenanny granny with a banjo on her knee
When the hootenanny came to town
F C
I took my gray haired granny down
G7
Much to my surprise she dug the scene
C F
She traded in her walking stick for a banjo and a pick
G7 C
And improvised six choruses of Good Night Irene
Repeat #1
She picked the Cotton Fields in G
F C
And then she rocked the Lemon Tree
G7
She sang the Foggy Dew from night till dawn
C
The Kingston Trio is the rage
F
But add it up they’re not her age
G7 C
She’s the one who knows where all the flowers have gone
She helped Michael row the boat to shore
F C
And when they hollered out for more
G7
She sang a verse from Blowing in the Wind
C
She helped John Henry lay some tracks
F
Walked along with Reverend Black
G7 C
While the crowd was walking out she sang Walk Right In
F C
I took my granny to a hootenanny
G7 C Am
Now her silver hair is hanging down down down
C F G7
At the age of 93 now it’s Peter Paul and she
C G7 C F C
She’s my hootenanny granny with a banjo on her knee
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
When you're a girl
The more beautiful you are
The more problems you will face
When you're a woman
The more stubborn you are
The more future you will create
Over the years, many men might've tried
To let you down and suppress your dreams
But, you've never lost the hope
Kept fighting & proved yourselves at times
In fact, you moved us
Motivating every single day
By achieving your dreams
You made this world a better place now
Thanks for being so kind, sweet, loving & caring
All that we(men) can give you is our pure-hearted love
I love you Granny, for all the stories you told me
I love you mom, for being there, every time I failed
I love you sister, for all the fights & advices
I love you, my dear friend, for trusting me
I can't imagine a world without you all
Happy Women's Day!!
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
You may not see
The person you once knew
But rest assured
I still remember you
I might somehow seem forgetful
How that makes you feel is regretful
Locked inside are the reflections
That are in temporal displacement
Though I still remember you
In my own absent little ways
No matter what the effects of age
Objectionably says
I had a life
A career, a family
I created your memories in my wake
All I need are helpful reminders
For all sanity sake
Don't give up
Don't put the blame on yourself
Or on me; for the cards I have been dealt
I'm scared - I'm alone - in the fear I've felt
Remember, I can never be gone
If in your hearts - I live on
The disease is in control now, you see
Behind those dementia eyes
Where my remembrances hide
I am still me
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
Almond eyes,
Brown eyes,
Ringed in the colors of the sea,
Happy, carefree.
Almond eyes,
Brown eyes,
Wrinkled and crinkled,
Tired and weary.
Almond eyes,
Brown eyes,
Looking out of a sepia toned photograph,
Faded and dusty.
Almond eyes,
Brown eyes,
Three women,
Three lives,
Kindred spirits,
Through the sands of time,
Looked out to the sea.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
She was a dainty little one, that's what her mother
used to say, but now she wasn't so young.
Time was a tide that had flowed over her hair once
blonde and flowing down her back now a shimmering grey.
But she had noticed a decline in the world of those of
mature age, clothes were drab ugly and grey.
So much unattractive clothing made by the mother of
modern age dullness. Trying to sweeten the *** by calling
each a different name
The Ashen Collection: It fell from the clouds and landed on you.
The Pearly Collection: Even beauty doesn't need colour
Were they not color blind? Ok maybe a few were, but
this was just horrible, it was like wearing cement.
Just as stiff and ghastly to even wear. This just made
people look frightful in dismal clothing not suited to be
seen in the light of any day they walked out in it.
So I had to make a stand, I had to keep this dismal color
from tainting the eyes of a younger soon to be older
generation. I had wrote to the fashion designer by
Email, what just because I'm old doesn't mean I haven't
got skills. Her name is Miss Grey Bottom....
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Dear Miss Grey Bottom,
As I am one of less years than more, it would be appreciated that
these years are filled with friends amusement and children's laughter.
I see though that your clothes line has been hitting the scene,
Yes I'm hip with the lingo..
I ask that you add a little color to this line of mature wear
due to the numbing effect it has on those wearing it?
There is no color in there face, no smiles just blank eyes.
At This time were most alive, we need the vibrant feel of life
in our daily lives. Not the mundane clothes that numb the senses.
Yours Sincerely,
F.G
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I waited and waited, well ok I waited two weeks, ya don't
know how long you have left, it was like waiting for paint
to dry under the ocean. But I waited I even shrank an inch
in the time I wasted. So I thought I would do something about it,
as more and more were just walking around in dismal
clothing draining what little youth they had left. So I got a
few of my crew, and we got our design on. Front loop,
garter stitch, knit left loop, there so many weavings that we could
tell you about but now the first piece was finished.
"Try it on, it was an mixture of all our creativity, so we got
Mr. Robin he was 65 years old and had such cute rosy checks..
He looked puzzled?? "What's a matter Mr. Robin? Half his head
was sticking through the top of the jumper, not worried about
messing his hair or lack of...
He then preceded to tell us that it looked like a unicorn had
thrown up a rainbow on it.. "Oh, Colourful metaphor,
and then he proceeded to dance, I think he was break dancing??
He had good moves for his age.
*"Ladies it itches so very badly, “I wasn't dancing,
"It feels like I have ants in my pants, crawling around
this jumper that I must take off now...*
Sighing and regaining his composure,
"I never knew I had those kind of moves still in me,
Giggling slightly, he then folded the jumper.
He politely put it on the table, saying that if each did a
singular design, their own creation that it would be an art piece,
each a creation of their colourful imagining.
But please, please not in wool, try other fabrics.
And with this ladies of knowledge weaved there ideas together.
Two months later and quite a few pennies spent they produced
their own line of vibrant colours fulfilling the gap where drab,
grey clothing had drowned the feelings of an older generation
needing colour in this moment of their lives.
It now felt like what once was missed entered their lives through
the creations of these vibrant grannies. But as there designs were embraced by the [silver mains] people of older graces.. The dullness was fading, and a certain lady didn't approve of such sunlight in
those that once wore her garments now being used as wash clothes.. Miss Grey Bottom was sullen for her plans to make the word
feel as she did, sombre in thoughts that weaved into her designs.
But she wasn't giving in without a fight, she brought out new collections that had a hint of silver grey a hue not colour but
not as bland... but this was a start, its was called the;
Cloud collection: Everyone has a silver lining..
Fashion Granny smiled, as she knew that seeing those of
Mrs Grey bottoms age infused had slightly changed her,
and with that they made more clothing to invigorate those
of climbing years..
Reviews were steadfast from those wearing there line:
Mr Whitehall: *I love the colouring of your clothing, it was
like it was made for my personality.*
Thanks F.G
Miss Waterson: *I feel like a millions pounds, this line enriches
my life every day I wear it.*
Thanks F.G
These were but a few of the thousands of reviews they were
scoring at 4.9 out of 5 stars in the reviews and the grannies smiled,
glad that they brought some reflection into their collection of clothing.
There was a knock at the door, and to all there surprise none other
than Miss Grey Bottom.
"Hi grey, about time you answered my email,
Said her sister. Yes Miss Grey was fashion Grannies sister,
older by 10 years 2 months and 3 days.
*"Why wouldn't you answer my calls and emails??
" I was really worried about you and those clothes so
gloomy yet I could tell the beauty was trying to come out
with those beautiful lines,*
She just stared at her sister in silence and then, noticing
a tear she wiped it with her thumb tenderly holding her sisters
face. Miss Grey burst into tears and Fashion Grannie held on
to her sister, they hugged for what seemed like forever before
Miss Grey composed herself. "I have missed you so much,
Fashion granny smiled,
"Me to, you silly sausage,
She introduced her sister to all those who helped her with
the colouring and design of their brand F.G, then they sat;
*"Your my sister I didn't want to burden you with my
problems,*
Fashion granny lent over and kissed her sister forehead
"You silly sausage, that's what family are for,
With those words a smile eclipsed Miss G B's face,
a smile rose across her sisters remember that beauty
that she once knew returning to her sisters face.
"Well you have me and my crew as friends now..
"Your crew, giggling aloud Miss G.B couldn't
even frown for she was for the first time in a long
time smiling, laughing.. Even though tears were
falling they were of happiness, not sadness as before.
Three Months Later,
The world had become a brighter place as sisters
and friends created art woven from cloth and not
only for those of silver locks, but these were hip
grannies they were weaving for the younger crowd.
The first show was about to start and they looked
out to see if many had come to see the new line,
A unicorn had thrown up a rainbow collection:
So much colour you'll see rainbows in your sleep
It was an international hit, and the grannies were so proud
of what they had done not a singular person, but as close
friends. They carried on with this until they retired which
was not as far away as you'd think. But they had made new
friends and two sisters had once again found each other again
both thinking of how proud there mother would be now.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
Tender oversized hugs made of never ending love.
A broad smile bought belly laughs time and time again.
Aching cheeks from a dose of over indulged happiness.
Always larger than life.
Life and soul.
Our life and soul.
Deep set wrinkles from a lifetime of worry.
Never stopping to rest.
Fussing here pampering there.
Your selflessness and determintion to enjoy life knew no bounds.
You enjoyed the next generation of
the family as much as the last.
No longer disabled and heaven
rejoices at the return of an angel.
The last of your generation.
Reunited with long lost relatives.
We feel your love Nan
We always have.
We always will.
Till we meet again....
Good night
and
God Bless.
X
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
I want to roll down that grassy hill,
Again in Mississippi bare-footed
In my ‘petticoated’, polka-dotted flouncy dress,
Sashes hanging untied down the back.
And walk through the fragrant gardens
Of brogan wearing old-maid great aunts;
Hiding half-way behind her dress,
Clinging to the wrinkly flesh of my Granny’s arm.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
We loved your ample bosoms,
Dear Grandmothers,
So soft and pillow-like;
The perfect place to lay sleepy heads.
We loved your voluminous laps,
Dear Grannies,
Wrapped in yards of cotton;
The perfect place to rest teary faces.
We loved your full long dresses,
Dear mothers of our parents,
In lengths well past your knees;
The perfect place to hide a shy child.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Little old lady, sitting in a car
oh how lucky, lucky you are
to be living in a country made out of gas
all put forward to feed your fat ***
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
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.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Are you reading this
If you are
I know who you are
You are next to me
Feeling me
Feeling the table that we perch
You see me
You see me tap tap tap
You decide to acknowledge the tap tap tap
And join in with the tap tap tap
On the iPad
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC