just to tell her i care.thank you for your help
hi my grandma
i really care
i care for all the things we share
the books, the mooks
the kisses and hugs
the happy looks
and prescription drugs
i know we haven't always been the best of friends
but now it's time to make amends
i'm sorry for the time i sat
on your little, yellow chinchilla rat
and i'm sorry for that time i baked
your colostomy bag in that great mistake
that set your house and car ablaze
and created a glowing, toxic haze
i'm sorry for my mother's birth
which made your life lose all it's worth
and which came to grandpaw as such a shock
that it made him go on an endless walk
i care grandmaw, i really do
that's why i made this poem for you.
word up homies
quite naive, but . . .
Walking With Grandma
I like to walk with Grandma,
Her steps are short like mine.
She doesn't say "Now hurry up",
She always takes her time.
I like to walk with Grandma,
Her eyes see things like mine do,
Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry,
They do not stop to see,
I'm glad that God made Grandma
Unrushed and young like me!
. . .
Mother and Grandma
My mother feeds me tuna fish
With broccoli on the side.
But Grandma gives me candy
When my mouth is open wide.
My mother slices apples
And oranges for dessert.
My grandma brings me doughnuts
If she finds out I am hurt.
My mother makes me drink my milk
Most every single night.
But Grandma gives me ice cream bars
When I do something right.
My mother cooks up rice and beans
That have an awful taste.
So I say, "See ya later,
I'm going to Grandma's place!
Grandma Doesn't Care
I got some jam on her new couch,
But Grandma doesn't care.
I lost my toothbrush, dropped a glass,
My old jeans have a tear.
I tipped the cat dish on the floor,
My feet are always bare,
The way I look is a disgrace,
But, Grandma doesn't care.
She's very busy, then she sees,
The tangles in my hair
She gets a brush, I make a fuss,
But, Grandma doesn't care.
When I am grown, and on my own,
When visits become rare,
I won't forget the love I'd get
When Grandma didn't care.
In the not too distant past -- I remember very well -
Grandmas tended to their knitting and their cookies were just swell.
They were always at the ready when you needed some advice.
And their sewing (I can tell you) was available - and nice.
Well, Grandma's not deserted you, she dearly love you still..
You just won't find her cooking, but she's right there at the till.
She thinks about you daily -- you haven't been forsook.
Your photos are quite handy in the Pentium notebook.
She scans your art work now though and combines it with cool sound,
To make electronic greetings. She prints pictures by the pound.
She's right there when you need her, you really aren't alone,
She's out now with her "puter pals," but she took her new cell phone.
You can also leave a message on her answering machine;
Or page her at the fun meet, she's been there since eight fifteen.
Yes, the world's a very different place, there is no doubt of that.
So "E" her from her web page, or join her in a chat.
She's joined the electronic age and it really seems to suit her.
So don't expect the same old gal, cause Grandma's gone "Computer"
Grandmothers are good at sitting on the floor to play,
But they can be terribly difficult to get upright again
Grandparents are meant for kisses and hugs,
For watching rainbows and catching bugs.
For baking all of your favorite things,
For books to read and songs to sing
WHAT IS A GRANDMA?
A grandma is warm hugs and sweet memories.
She remembers all of your accomplishments and forgets all of your istakes.
She is someone you can tell your secrets and worries to,
And she hopes and prays that all your dreams come true.
She always loves you, no matter what.
She can see past temper tantrums and bad moods,
And makes it clear that they don't affect how precious you are to her.
She is an encouraging word and a tender touch. She is full of proud smiles.
She is the one person in the world who loves you with all her heart,
Who remembers the child you were and cherishes the person you've become.
What Did I Do Today?
Today I left some dishes dirty,
The bed got made around 3:30.
The diapers soaked a little longer,
The odor grew a little stronger.
The crumbs I spilled the day before
Are staring at me from the floor.
The fingerprints there on the wall
Will likely be there still next fall.
The dirty streaks on those windowpanes
Will still be there next time it rains.
Shame on you, you sit and say,
Just what did you do today?
I held a baby till she slept,
I held a toddler while she wept.
I played a game of hide and seek,
I squeezed a toy so it would squeak.
I pulled a wagon, sang a song,
Taught a child right from wrong.
What did I do this whole day through?
Not much that shows, I guess that's true.
Unless you think that what I've done,
Might be important to someone
With deep blue eyes and soft blonde hair,
If that is true...I've done my share.
THE FORSAKEN DOLLY
Where's the little girl with the big brown eyes,
And the halo of golden hair;
That used to sing sweet lullabies
Of love, to this dolly fair?
Now it lies in the drawer alone,
With never a soul to care.
What has become of the little girl,
With the halo of golden hair?
It matters not that an arm is loose,
There's no one to mend it. So,
It lies and waits, and wonders, Why?
Oh why, did she have to grow?
Yes, There it lies in the drawer alone,
And it's patiently waiting there,
For a little image, to come along;
Of the girl with the golden hair.
I do not need bright souvenirs,
Now, that we're apart.
For I have sweet memories, Dear,
Locked within my heart.
Though many miles between us lie,
And I long to be with thee;
All my dear, I need to do,
Is but to turn the key.
If I were granted any wish,
I'll tell you what I'd do,...
I'd wish my kids were small again, for just a month or two.
To hear their squeals of laughter, to watch them while they play.
And when they ask me to join in, I'd NOT say "Not today."
To hug again their chubby frame, to kiss away their tears,
and cherish childhood innocents that's washed away the years.
Then when it's story time again, I'd stay a little longer,
to answer questions, sing the songs, so memories would be stronger.
But time is callous, wishes, myth, yet God in all his wisdom,
has given me another chance before I join his kingdom.
The face may not be just the same, the name is changed, 'tis true,
but yet the smile that radiates, reminds me so of you.
God must have known that Grandma would need a chance or two.
For many little happy things she hadn't time to do.
So God gave love to Grandma's to equal that before,
that, in effect embraces those little lives she bore.
Amazing, acknowledge them.
Believable, trust them.
Childlike, allow them.
Divine, honor them.
Energetic, nourish them.
Fallible, embrace them.
Gifts, treasure them.
Here Now, be with them.
Innocent, delight with them.
Joyful, appreciate them.
Kindhearted, learn from them.
Lovable, cherish them.
Magical, fly with them.
Noble, esteem them.
Open minded, respect them.
Precious, value them.
Questioners, encourage them.
Resourceful, support them.
Spontaneous, enjoy them.
Talented, believe in them.
Unique, affirm them.
Vulnerable, protect them.
Whole, recognize them.
Xtraspecial, celebrate them.
Yearning, notice them.
Zany, laugh with them.
thank you for your poems.this helps more than you no
Ilza, I liked your inclusion of a poem about children, one that a grandmother might enjoy even though it's not "about" her. The message would be, "This is how I felt as a child because I had you for a grandmother." Lovely thought.
"ONE, TWO, THREE!"
By H. C. Bunner
It was an old, old, old, old lady,
And a boy that was half-past three;
And the way that they played together
Was beautiful to see.
She couldn't go running and jumping,
And the boy, no more could he;
For he was a thin little fellow,
With a thin little twisted knee.
They sat in the yellow sunlight,
Out under the maple-tree;
And the game that they played I'll tell you,
Just as it was told to me.
It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing,
Though you'd never have known it to be
With an old, old, old, old lady,
And a boy with a twisted knee.
The boy would bend his face down
On his one little sound right knee,
And he'd guess where she was hiding,
In guesses One, Two, Three!
"You are in the china-closet!"
he would cry, and laugh with glee
it wasn't the china-closet;
but he had Two and Three.
"You are up in Papa's big bedroom,
In the chest with the queer old key!"
And she said: "You are warm and warmer;
But you're not quite right," said she.
"It can't be the little cupboard
Where Mamma's things used to be
So it must be the clothes-press, Gran'ma!"
And he found her with his Three.
Then she covered her face with her fingers,
That were wrinkled and white and wee,
And she guessed where the boy was hiding,
With a One and a Two and a Three.
And they never had stirred from their places,
Right under the maple-tree
This old, old, old, old lady,
And the boy with the lame little knee
This dear, dear, dear old lady,
And the boy who was half-past three.
thanks for your input.it help's.now all i have to do is pick witch one im sending to her.
Send her one every day!
when my kids were small, I was given this one
Children Learn What They Live
Dorothy Law Nolte (PHD)
Dorothy is a lifelong teacher and lecturer on family life education.
If children live with criticism
they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility,
they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they
learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity,
they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule,
they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy,
they learn to feel envy.
If children live with encouragement,
they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance,
they learn patience.
If children live with acceptance,
they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition,
they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing,
they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty,
they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness,
they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration,
they learn respect.
If children live with security,
they learn to have faith in themselves
and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness,
they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
i'll do that pam
Bump, for Marian 2.