Grandchildren Poem

Poem About Grandchildren Being Special

Being a grandmother of fourteen granddaughters, fourteen grandsons, one great-granddaughter, and one great grandson, I feel very blessed and honored to be called Mama and try to set "A Christian Example" before them each day.


© Earline Brasher
Sometimes I really do wonder,
Why they are called grand?
Then I know A Loving Grandmother
Can always fully understand.
You get that important phone call
You have waited for so long,
Excitement really kicks in,
As you arrive and rush down the hall.
You see that precious baby,
Gender really doesn't matter at all.
It brings back many memories
Of when your children were so small.
You congratulate the parents,
As you see mother and baby are o.k.,
You know without a doubt,
This was done in own God's way.
Many sacrifices made along the way,
Are very much worthwhile,
When you see that sweet little face,
And that bright cheery smile.
Time rocks on as they grow and grow,
Then comes their future, rushing to and fro,
They will always be our babies,
If anyone should ask,
They are all very special,
From the first one to the last!!!!


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Published: Jun 2007

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  • This for my son and daughter. I have watched you grow through the years from tiny babies to loving parents of your own. You have brought laughter and tears and sleepless nights sitting with you in my arms rocking you and singing lullabies I've kissed a lot of booboos and wiped away a trillion tears. I dug up worms when I really didn't like to touch. I've gone fishing even though I didn't know how to bait a hook. We learned together. I've sat through ball games and cheerleading and girl scouts and weblo scouts. Oh things a mother does for her kids you're both adults now. Oh how the years have flew by it seems like only yesterday that you both were babes in my arm your parents now and now I can watch my grandchildren grow. I love you both Amanda and John always remember the yester years.
    Love mom

    Barbara Kanipe, Levittown PA Submitted Nov 2012
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