Granddaughter Poems

The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast, with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea on that side. The tiller is at the left of the stage; it is a long oar coming through an opening in the bulwark.
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Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming
in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning,
I hog a whole house on Boston's
"hardly passionate Marlborough Street,"
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Never love a simple lad,
Guard against a wise,
Shun a timid youth and sad,
Hide from haunted eyes.
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My dream was to be a Jane Austen - or a Virginia Woolfe, whose 'stream of consciousness' touched the world,
or Kadambari - the muse who inspired the Bard in Bengali Literature.

a few fearless women -
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The light monsoon rain
sings a lullaby so sweet
Tasha falls into a slumber
and smiles in her dreams.
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Romeo and Juliet
Loved each other much
But for their family's sake,
Kept out of touch.
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A sequel to my poem 'A Lullaby For Tasha'

My little granddaughter, Tasha
now a big girl, nine months old.
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To My Granddaughter...

I’ve traveled paths you’ve yet to walk
Learned lessons old and new
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I feel sad as sadness could be
Cause I'm afraid that one day;
I may not be able to say;
To my grandchildren, why animals deserted our planet
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flesh of her flesh
bone of her bone
what one does
so does the other
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A man with overwhelming generosity,
Ahead, standing tall, above all mediocrity,
Affectionate, kind, full of curiosity,
Altruistic, liberal, full of philanthropy,
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I have been waiting for
this day since the moment
my daughter announced
she's on the family way.
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Dark clouds on the horizon
As the family assembled
In their ancestral home to
Visit their octogenarian Mother
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Imagination is my granddaughter,
She loves me always better.

She does often cry,
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Daily at the crack of dawn
He would sit in his armchair
Sipping a cup of
Cloyingly sweet tea
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Slowly wanting to die
It always makes me cry
Me just wishing to die
My entire life makes me cry: '(
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Happy birthday to everyone who was born on this day,
Live and let others live that's what I can say,
A happy and prosperous life I pray,
My beloved granddaughter was born today,
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The light that spills through the crack in the door
Illumines only her face
And my grandmother smiles
If only all of life was this easy
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I saw
my mother today
under a mystical
Coloured rainbow
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A Dramatic Poem

The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast,
with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea
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I'm petrified to flack out
Death has visited many of my kind
My mates are dying daily
I appealed to God for mercy
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Her grandpa's funeral was over…but she still hurt inside
so she ran into her bedroom…closed the door…and cried.

On her bed…her face lost in her pillow…is where her Grandma found her
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A sweetest day is still fresh in my memory,
It was on 7th October in 2021 at Renai Medicity;
Quiet was the atmosphere, we were waiting for
A happy news to listen from the nurse on duty;
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The light monsoon rain
sings a lullaby so sweet
Tasha falls into a slumber
and smiles in her dreams.
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"I'm going to give you the same gift, " her grandma told her on her 7th birthday,
"that my grandma gave to me."
Then she took her to the backyard and pointed to a tree.
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Today was a special day for us…for Ava our granddaughter…
and for our friend Kim…who happens to be a jeweler too
but this is a story that begins 16 years ago…so let me now review:
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I bought my great-granddaughter an accordion,
As well as, every lesson taken, paid by me.
In time, she mastered the musical instrument
Via years of faithful practice done accordionaly.
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"Grandma look! Wildflowers! " I'm going to pick one for you and one for me."
Grandma smiled, shook her head then said, "I think it's best to let them be."

"Some people think wildflowers are ours to pick…but I have to disagree…
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He smiled as they placed his new granddaughter in his arms and gently cradled her near…and as they rocked together in the chair…he whispered softly in her ear…

I know I am much older…having been born a long, long time ago but I'm going to tell you some things I've learned…I hope you'll remember them as you grow.
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On the early days of my schooling
I cried a lot for going to the school
but my granddaughter first day onwards
is happy to run fast into her school bus on time
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