Missing You Poem

Loving And Losing A Grandmother

Grandma was a farmer's wife and I simply adored her. As a child, I spent many weekends on her farm. Although she had a very large family, grandma managed to make each one of her grandchildren feel very important and special. One of my favorite memories is of us sitting on her "ole porch swing." Since the house sat way back off the road, we would sit on the porch in the evening in our nightgowns as we laughed and giggled while she told me stories and sang me songs of her youth.

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I was touched by this poem as it made me take a trip down the memory lane. I had lived some beautiful years of my childhood with my great granny. She was extremely gentle and loving. She...

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The Ole Porch Swing

Published by Family Friend Poems May 2016 with permission of the Author.

Swinging on the porch swing early in the night,
Listening to crickets and watching fireflies light.
I loved to sit beside her and listen to her sing.
We could sit for hours on the ole porch swing.

She would sit and tell me stories for hours on end,
As I loved to listen about her family and friends.
The adventures I sat and listened to her tell
Would have me mesmerized and under her spell.

We became the best of friends, my grandma and me,
As we sat on the porch drinking our iced tea.
Wide-eyed and attentive, she listened very sincere
To my own little girl secrets from yesteryear.

I sat in bed beside her when God called her home that night.
So afraid to let her go, I held her hand so tight.
But I feel her with me still as I listen to her sing,
And once more we are together on the ole porch swing.

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by Nidhi Rana
3 years ago

I was touched by this poem as it made me take a trip down the memory lane. I had lived some beautiful years of my childhood with my great granny. She was extremely gentle and loving. She looked so ancient with her wrinkles that it was difficult to think of her being young at some time or any time of her life. She was my great granny and that was all. I still can remember the stories she used to weave when I used to lie by her side to sleep. I go back to many of those tales and share them with my little girls.

by Kumari Weerasooriya
4 years ago

This poem makes me go back to my childhood. My story is bit different. Though our grandma loved us, she didn't show that openly. She tried to mold our characters by warning, instructing and blaming. We learned a lot of things from her which now we practically use in life. I feel that I miss her at critical situations.

by Meena Mgr, Nepal
7 years ago

Yet I don't have my Grandma... I've never even seen her... but reading your poem made me imagine my Grandma beside me holding my hand and like we were both reading your poem.. ... truly good of you.. :)

by Mashome S Mdungela
7 years ago

Wow this is so beautiful. You truly have an amazing Grandma. Makes me miss my Granny. I couldn't believe my eyes were watery especially on that Last Paragraph :(

by Anand Kumar
7 years ago

Wonderful! And once more we are together on the ole porch swing.