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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Convalescing after a surgery
I was forbidden by the surgeon
from lifting weight, walking long,
driving, even travelling by car.
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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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Grandparents cradle a love as vast the sky,
In the quiet corners of their hearts,
where time has etched its gentle lines,
a love that whispers through the years,
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I am spoilt, and my likeness is long and beyond
I am a grandchild after all They envy my treats across the adoration
And guiding blitz betwixt the glorification
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- on holding my first grandchild for the first time on Fathers' Day

I hold you as if handed an egg
but what broke between us was light
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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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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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(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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