Elena Plotkin


My Grandbaby


My dreams for you are one of many,
You are after all my grandbaby!
One of my happiest days on this earth,
was the day your mother gave you birth.
On that special day when you were born,
I felt my own life's purpose being reborn.
And now I live just for the chance to see,
My grandbaby all grown up healthy and happy!
There's nothing you can possibly ever say or do,
That would ever make me lose my faith in you.
There's nothing you could ever ask of me,
That I would not do for you and do gladly.
Perhaps you need a shoulder or maybe just an ear to bend.
You'll find mine are better than your parent's or friend's.
And if you need an ally or an arsenal by your side.
You'll never find a more welcome home if you tried.
I long to tell you stories and I long to hear yours too.
I long to spend every moment I can just being with you!
And when it comes to wishes, I wish for you the best,
And when it comes to blessings, you beat all the rest.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 21, 2013

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  • Wendy Brawley (5/8/2014 5:22:00 PM)

    she already knew what kind of grandparent she wanted to be. A right kind of grandparent. It was so pretty and so true. I love it (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (1/10/2014 11:21:00 PM)

    elena, i especially enjoyed these lines:

    I long to tell you stories and I long to hear yours too.
    I long to spend every moment I can just being with you!
    And when it comes to wishes, I wish for you the best,
    And when it comes to blessings, you beat all the rest.

    they have nice sentiment and nice rhyming, a nice duet just like grandma and grand-baby.

    i first read Khairul's comment. then i read the poem. it certainly seems to me that you are the grandma here. but maybe there is no particular pair of people of which you write. maybe they are generic, from your imagination?
    but, in the first line one doesn't seem to go along with dreams.

    i can imagine many women (in particular, women, not men) having the feeling expressed in I felt my own life's purpose being reborn.

    elena, though i just became a grandpa myself, for the 1st time, i will never write a poem like this one; at least not from my heart. i never even had the desire to have my own child, let alone a grandchild. i DO love my daughter...parental love, let's call it, which i think is sort of mandatory OR should be. my grandson is across the country and i don't plan on many visits to the east. of course they are welcome to visit me in the west.
    thanks for sharing. now will you share the answer to Khairul's question with me? please! :) bri (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (10/20/2013 8:49:00 PM)

    This is a fantastic poem, and I wonder who you have written it thinking about. Did you write it thinking about your grandma talking about you? Or you wrote just about your future conversations with your own grand daughter?
    A note would help, perhaps?
    I liked the conversations in the poem and the overflowing love and affection that accompanies the pronouncements.
    10/10. (Report) Reply

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