Grandchild Poems

People live forever in Jacksonville and St. Petersburg and Tampa,
But you don't have to live forever to become a grampa.
The entrance requirements for grampahood are comparatively mild,
You only have to live until your child has a child.
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Lo, now four other act upon the stage,
Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age:
The first son unto phlegm, grandchild to water,
Unstable, supple, cold and moist's his nature
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Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face
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A monosyllabic European called Sax
Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted
Brazen clarinet, but with its column of vibrating
Air shaped not in a cylinder but in a cone
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Portate bien,
behave yourself you always said to me.
I behaved myself
when others were warm in winter
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I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain
Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract crossed the path,
flinging itself
Over tree roots and rocks, shaking the jeweled fern-fronds, bright bubbling
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It was a summer evening;
Old Kaspar’s work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun;
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It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun,
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As one who in his journey bates at noon,
Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused
Betwixt the world destroyed and world restored,
If Adam aught perhaps might interpose;
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Mean while the heinous and despiteful act
Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how
He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve,
Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit,
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Straight as a nun I sit.
My fingers foolish before paper and pen
hide in my palms. I hear the slow, accented echo
How are yu? I ahm fine. How are yu?
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My dear father,
Who was determined to educate me well,
To the best of his ability.
Remained throughout my life,
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Old man in the crystal morning after snow,
Your throat swathed in a muffler, your bent
Figure building the snow man which is meant
For the grandchild's target,
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Vincent loved to have models to do his paintings.
When Theo's monthly fund arrived,
Every morning, he went round in search of models.
He would invite different kinds of people to his house,
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My Grandma
A beautiful lady,
Whose face shone like a silver moon,
So lovely, like a pink rose,
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Today is the Independence day of the USA
but I do not want to create a poem about that, oh nay!

it is the first birthday of my first grandchild
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Anika awakens the child in me,
I watch her, as she fetches her toys
And shows off with pride and glee
With her, I don’t have to act poised.
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THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain;
To run the twelvemonth's length again:
I see, the old bald-pated fellow,
With ardent eyes, complexion sallow,
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I bought my little grandchild Ann
A bright balloon,
And I was such a happy man
To hear her croon.
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A son sits by his father with questions in his eyes
The father looks down at his son, his pride he can't disguise.
There comes a time when every son must leave his father's care
and venture out into the world to see what happens there.
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Addressing my Violin

Violin, Violin, the sound not fading,
You are worthy and attached to my life
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We saw her again this morning…as our walk came to a close…
alongside our neighbor's fence…a solitary rose.

Alongside this fence…year in…year out…is, invariably, where she grows…
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I took my grandchild out to play
To pass the time of day away
But in three short hours he wore me out
And put my best laid plans in doubt
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Have you ever found a little bit of Heaven on Earth? It's not as crazy as it sounds…moments that might not seem like much at first…but have the power to astound.

Finding a little Heaven on Earth has always been an easy task for me…I've been blessed to find it often…with friends and family.
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I listen to the call for prayers in the mosques,
I listen to the bells of churches and temples,
In front of my eyes is an asteroid sent by my god,
So you are going to end this sinful world, oh my lord!
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son of Demis grandchild to Dagnachew it's time, the annual celebration of Saint Michael's day is here, feeding the needy heartfelt duty in your father's name, commemorating consistently at both places each year, provision form differ dictated by standard of living, at birthplace siblings relatives gather to feast, designated place is church all had hand in building, children inherit devotion to service no doubt, good deed exercised witnessed at close range, develops gradually internalized in course of life, mother from this end involves transitioning to stage, nurturing prominent trait gratitude to revel best self, offspring learn lessons from stories parents told, sustaining most doing incomparable guarantor of stronghold
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(for my grandmother Baby Strydom / Elizabeth Filda Strydom)

As a student I was busy in a calculus mathematics class,
when the lecturer informed me about an immediate visit to the rector.
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We are waiting for our second grandchild to appear
If feels like we've waited for over a year
But when she arrives, we'll be filled with such bliss
We've known for some time that the baby's a 'Miss'
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Your grandpa had a child &
his child was so very, very mild.
But then she got so very, very wild,
which resulted in Kim, his grandchild!
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