Grandfather Poems

Grandfather Poems

Poems about Grandpa

One does not have to do anything to become a grandfather. It simply happens when your child has a child. It is up to you to decide how involved you will be in your grandchild's life. There is an inherent biological relationship but the emotional bonding between grandfather and grandchild comes only with effort. It happens when the grandchild sees that you are open to forming a relationship. It happens when you get off your easy chair and make the effort to see what matters to your grandchild.

19 Poems From Grandchildren

  1. 1. A True Hero

    • By Julie Mills
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2014

    This poem was inspired by a true gentleman hero, whom I was very privileged to know as my father-in-law. He passed away at the age of ninety-two in March 2012. Despite having seen the atrocities of war, he had a fondness for the good in all people and would never condemn people for their actions. He worked hard for most of his life, was active and always had a smile. Many people will feel the loss of this kind gentleman.

    What makes a man a hero?
    I've often thought this through.
    It's someone who is macho?
    It's someone who is true?

    No, that is not a hero.
    He's just a simple man.
    Always there when things go wrong
    and who does the best he can.

    He lends a strong shoulder
    To ease the flow of tears
    He holds high the lantern
    To drive away your fears.

    His smile was just enough
    To give encouragement.
    His frown more than adequate
    To make one soon relent.

    When some had need of guidance
    His ears he'd freely lend
    Advice came in abundance
    You chose, not him could you offend.

    He had no need of medals
    Or glory this is true.
    That's why, dear Grandpa
    Our hero has to be you.

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  3. 2. Together Yet Apart

    • By Kyra Lee
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007

    A few weeks ago my very much loved Poppy died of lung cancer. It all happened so fast, as if I blinked and he was gone. So I decided to write this poem for him to let him know how I feel. I know before he died hearing that a song was made for him made him so glad; we sang it at his funeral. I thought I would make him even happier by writing him a poem. I love you so much, Poppy, and we will always be together. Love, Kyra xxx

    It's gotten harder and harder
    since the day you went away
    but still people keep telling me
    everything shall be okay

    I know deep inside
    that it's better up there
    but we're not together
    which makes it unfair

    Seems like yesterday
    that we were together
    then I opened my eyes
    to realize gone means forever

    It hurts and it aches
    it's slicing my heart
    for the rest of my life
    we shall be apart

    I'm waiting for the future
    hoping to see
    that when I die
    You'll open up those gates for me

    Having a Poppy
    with a heart made of gold
    is my favorite treasure
    which will never grow old

    Family reunions
    will never be the same
    'cause you're not there with us
    to be stronger I aim

    Your chair at the table
    is empty and cold
    you need to come home
    I need someone to hold

    Now that you're gone
    I have no one to run to
    Am I doing this right
    please send me a clue

    I don't understand
    the meaning of life
    I can't get this right
    Keep getting in strife

    Do you know
    How much we all love you
    Do you realize
    How much I trust You

    You're officially gone
    But forever in my heart
    You and me Poppy
    together, yet apart

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  5. 3. The Way We Were Our Bond

    This is the story of the bond I had with my grandfather before he died. When he died a little piece of me died, too.

    Beautiful blue eyes with serenity of the sea,
    Reflection of the skies on a bright and sunny day,
    My little hand in yours, my protector and my guide,
    Don't walk too fast, Granddad, for I am by your side.

    My eyes are your eyes and your heart is my heart,
    We share so much likeness we were never apart,
    You would tell me your stories of the Vietnam War,
    I felt all that pain as the enemies kept score.

    Big strong shoulders not just to carry me but to carry the world too,
    The strength inside of you for all you went through,
    The peace you gave me knowing you would always love me,
    And the kindness and happiness you gave me and I gave you.

    No fear do you have or grudges do you hold, my big strong hero
    So brave and so bold, a firm hand to hold me, a firm word shows the way
    Your little girl forever; it's the way it will always stay

    The bond that we have I have never seen or felt before
    My face would light up when you would walk through the door
    You tucked me in bed then turned off the light but I wasn't scared
    Of the shadows in the night

    For I knew it was you keeping watch over me, no harm and no badness
    Would you let me see, safe in your arms untouchable it seems
    After God took you away it was all in my dreams
    And all that is left are my memories of you
    I know you are with me and in my heart; I'm with you too.

    Beautiful blue eyes with serenity of the sea,
    Reflection of the sky's reflections of me,
    My little hand in yours, my protector and my guide,
    Don't walk too fast, Granddad, for I am by your side.

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  6. 4. Keepsake

    • By Mac Mckenzie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2014

    Love the outdoors and family. Believe that there is more than just life to look forward to. I've been writing poems for my family for years, and have been encouraged to share them with other families.
    God and I are OK; He gave me a loving family and friends and a strong belief in his guidance of all aspects of this life and those to come.
    I write to provide smiles and hope that some of my poetry touches someone's life, for the greatest joy is to make someone smile, even if just briefly.

    One day my dad was hunting, from his favorite hunting stand;
    'Twas a giant Oak with perfect limbs, under which two deer trails ran.
    Now this favorite spot of Daddy's was as unique as it could be,
    'cause a lightning bolt had burned a giant hole down through that tree.

    As he double checked his deer tags, as he did quite frequently,
    he accidently dropped his wallet down the hole in that old tree.
    Well, his family hunted from that tree ever since they'd been around,
    And there was no way on God's green earth he'd ever cut it down.

    That Oak tree was my "learning stool" as dad was teaching me,
    and most of what I learned 'bout deer was right there in that tree.
    And I finally took my own first buck, right there from that old stand;
    with Daddy sitting next to me to calm my nervous hands.

    "I've taught you everything I know," Dad proudly said to me;
    "Someday we'll bring my grandson here, and teach him in this tree".
    Well, I laughed and poked him on the arm; hell, I was just a kid,
    But Daddy made me feel real good, somehow he always did.

    Well, we shared some twenty seasons, and we watched some good bucks grow,
    But unlike that mighty old Oak tree, on my dad those seasons showed.
    Soon he'd grown too old to really hunt, still he'd sit with me in that stand,
    and it was my turn to hold and steady the shaking in Daddy's hands.

    Then he died at the end of that season, ten years too soon to see
    The grandson that he'd dreamed about get to hunt from that old tree.
    And now it's opening morning, on my son's first whitetail hunt;
    I'm sitting beside him in "Grandpa's Tree" 'cause we both knew that's what he would want.

    Now I'd seen this scene from both sides of that limb, and it happened exactly the same;
    we heard one coming, I steadied his hands, and here that old buck came.
    He handled it just perfect; his Grandpa would've been proud,
    I shook his hand and wiped a tear and looked up at the clouds.

    Then we hung his deer right from our stand, and I took a Polaroid shot;
    And I wanted so badly for Daddy to see the buck that his grandson got.
    Then as I watched that picture develop in my hands,
    I felt a breeze and heard a gentle rustling near that stand.

    Then a little stronger gust of wind whipped the picture from my hand
    and carried it briskly into that tree, above the old deer stand.

    Well, my son said he'd go get it, but I told him "never mind."
    We'd take a few more later, but let's leave that one behind.
    'Cause he could've looked forever, but I knew where it would be,
    Tucked safely in Dad's wallet, down the hole in that old tree.

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  7. 5. Great Grandpa

    Hi, my name is Alan Balter, and I am a retired university professor. I worked at the University of Illinois and Chicago State University where my job was to prepare teachers for children with special needs. Now, in retirement, I write fiction, personal essays, and poetry. I wrote "Great Grandpa" to honor the man and to preserve his memory for younger people in the family.

    Great Grandpa is a wise old man who says he's ninety-four.
    He tells me that he lost his leg fighting in some war.
    When I was just a little tot with eyes and nose still runny,
    He swears that he forgot my name, so now he calls me Sonny.

    Great Grandpa is a carpenter; he makes things out of wood,
    Chairs and stairs and pegs and legs; gee, I wish I could.
    He has saws and tools and tapes and rules in the shed where he does work.
    Most times he's out there late at night with his dear old helper, Turk.

    Together they talk of good old days, 'bout things they used to do,
    And sometimes they just kick around what are lies and what is true.
    Once at breakfast, I asked my gramps when he learned his trade.
    He said, "Sonny, I'm very proud to say it was down in second grade."

    "Gramps," I said, "Now that's a fib; you weren't but seven or eight.
    A boy can't be a carpenter at such an early date."
    Grandpa winked and took a swig of cider for his thirst.
    "Why, sure you can; it's easy Sonny, after nine straight years in first!"

    We laughed and then he took a nap; his skin grew pale and lighter.
    I loved his wrinkled face and brow, this great old freedom fighter.
    He had a restful sleep awhile snoring soft and steady.
    I wonder if Great Grandpa knows I'm missing him already.

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  8. 6. My Granddaddy, My Best Friend

    • By Lauren E. Garner
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A girl writes a tribute to her grandfather, her friend, guide, and the light of her life.

    The one that is my friend,
    The one that is my guide.
    How much I love and how much I care,
    Is too much to describe.

    You've always been my hero.
    You've always been my pride.
    You've always given so much love
    And shown what's deep inside.

    My heart is full of love,
    And my soul is all delight.
    You're the one who sang me to sleep
    and whispered nighty night.

    And every day I pray to God;
    I thank him for sending you
    Because you're the one who wrote me the song
    And made all my dreams come true!

    Poem Tribute To Grandpa, My Granddaddy, My Best Friend

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  9. 7. Fishing With My Grandpa

    • By Dawneisha Washington
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A girl shares about the special time she spends with her Grandpa.

    My Grandpa and I do a lot of things together,
    But fishing with my Grandpa is the best ever.
    I love going to the lake when the sky is all blue.
    I love riding in my Grandpa's boat, too.
    The next trip to the lake I don't want to miss.
    Just being with my Grandpa is better than catching fish.

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  10. 8. Granddad

    I wrote this for my granddad when he died from cancer

    The smile on your face is a lasting memory in our hearts,.
    Nothing in this world, not even life or death, can keep us apart.
    You have always been the one we went to for advice,
    Whenever we were just upset, or even just a bit uptight,
    You always seemed to know the right thing to do and say,
    But don't worry, you're still the one we go to.
    We'll be together again one day.
    We want to say thank you for being the best that you could be.
    You're our confidant, our best friend, the head of our family.
    Now it is time that you can finally stop worrying about us.
    You can relax, have fun, you no longer need to fuss.
    We know that if we need you, you'll be here by our side.
    We do believe that even though you're not here with us,
    This will never be goodbye,
    We love you, and the happiness you have given us will last a lifetime.

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  11. 9. Ode To The Gramps

    • By Andy
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2015

    My friends recently lost their Grandfather, and it got me to thinking about how much I missed my own. Though it's been 7 years, he definitely left an impression. I wrote this poem for my friends, but I think it's just as much for me. Or at least in remembrance of him.

    He was someone's son.
    He was someone's father.
    Perhaps he was someone's brother.
    But he was a little bit of everything,
    in order to be Grandfather.

    The "Grand" part is appropriate,
    considering all the love he could give.
    The wisdom he had gained in life
    had taught him how to live.

    His gentle warmth and kindness
    had earned our eternal love and respect.
    Though he would not ask for these things,
    they are exactly what he would get.

    And that's another thing we loved,
    my Grandfather's selfless humility.
    Upon reflecting on all this, I realize
    he IS the kind of person I wish to be.

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  12. 10. My Grandpa

    • By Mariah Lee
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2015

    My Grandpa has cancer and he is slowly fading right before my eyes. I wrote this poem to let him know how much I love and treasure him and Grandma, also to try and cheer him up. :) They are both so amazingly special and have been the best role models any grandchild could ever ask for. My Grandpa has always done the best he can and has always loved God with his whole heart. When my Grandpa dies I know he will go straight to Heaven to live with Jesus. Grandma will miss him. So will I.

    My Grandpa is the best by far,
    He's loving, kind, and good.
    He always gives me wise advice,
    He's always understood.
    Whenever I am needing him,
    He's always there for me.
    He says life has a purpose,
    Just you wait and see.
    My Grandpa does remind me
    Of God's unending grace.
    I believe him as he says this,
    For love lights up his face.
    My Grandpa's always faithful
    To Grandma, his special wife.
    They've been together lovingly
    For almost their whole life.
    Whenever Grandpa's laughing,
    Grandma laughs along.
    When they laugh together,
    It sounds like a sweet, sweet song.
    One day when I grow up,
    And I am old and gray,
    I hope to be like Grandpa
    In each and every way.

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  13. 11. Just Like Him

    • By Jackie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2009

    He taught me how to build a fire;
    he gave me hope and desire.

    He taught me how to build a chair;
    he told me that life wasn't fair.

    He watched every basketball game
    and treated me like fame.

    He bought me ice cream
    and listened to my every dream. 

    I talked to him every day,
    we never ran out of things to say.

    Without him I don't know who I'd be,
    but one thing's for certain, I wouldn't be me.

    He taught me how to be just like him,
    and I already am within.

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  14. 12. Northern Star

    • By Kelly Graham
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2016

    A few years ago I was on a self-destructive path, and the only gentleman in my life was my granddad, J.R.H. Graham. He was the best person you could meet. He was my granddad, my idol, my life. I heard a song called "Northern Star" by Hole, which gave me the idea to write this poem, because if you're lost you use the northern star to navigate to safety. And my granddad was that safe place.

    Northern Star, Northern Star,
    I gaze up at you from afar.
    Shining brightly in the curtain of night,
    Northern Star, you are my light.

    Your beams of light fall on my face.
    I wish to remain in this beautiful place.
    Silenced by your beauty,
    Northern Star, you flow through me.

    You place me where I should be.
    I'm grateful you made me feel free.
    You've always been the rock in my wall.
    Northern Star, don't ever let me fall.

    Northern Star, you are so bright.
    I look up at you every night.
    You've always helped me deal with strife.
    Northern Star, you are my life.

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  15. 13. Definition Of Grandpa

    • By Bobbie R. Bringold
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A poem in memory of a very special man.

    Having an answer for every question,
    Understanding more than I ever knew,
    Glad to help relieve any form of stress,
    Happy no matter what there was to do.
    Placing fake bets on silly horse races,
    And always with a smile.
    Trying so hard to make everyone happy,
    Regardless of an extra mile.
    Intentions always on the good side,
    Careful to always say the right thing,
    Knowing more than we'll ever know, but
    Maybe he's above us with a pair of wings.
    Unlimited love to us he gave,
    Living life one day at a time,
    Having difficulties to overcome.
    Oh, if life were as easy as a rhyme.
    Leaving us wasn't his choice at all.
    Loving us forever was,
    And in our hearts he remains,
    Never again to leave us.
    Dearest Grandpa, you're always missed and are forever loved.

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  16. 14. Treasure Remembered

    • By James M. Carr
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A boy talks about his grandpa who is his friend as well as his mentor.

    For all the stories that were never to be told,
    Back to a time when I was a boy so long ago,
    I knew a man whose kindness touched the hearts of many,
    And he would often be the first to lend you his last penny.
    Yes, his heart was pure gold forged out of love,
    Right from the hands of the Almighty who sits high above.
    There were times I must have driven him crazy as if he were my toy,
    With all my "want to's" and "why not's" when I was a boy.
    He loved and cared for all those that he knew,
    His family, friends, and most of all you.
    Many happy memories I carry within my heart,
    Vowed never to forget and never to be apart.
    As a boy, I would look up to this man with great awe,
    For you see he was my friend and he is my Grandpa.

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  17. 15. Missing My Pappa

    • By Christina
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2014

    This is a poem about my grandpa. I miss him dearly; he touched my life along with many others.

    I can't believe that you are already gone,
    The years just went by so fast; it was not long ago
    That we walked side by side, you telling me your stories.
    I will never forget your smile, the smile that you had when you would see me,
    The smile you had when I was little and wanted something,
    The smile you had on my graduation day,
    The smile you had when you became a great grandpa,
    And that smile you had every time I came for a visit.
    I miss your laughter, your silly little jokes that you always made me smile.
    I miss you.
    All the memories that I have will always stay,
    The memories I have when I was a little girl
    Waking up and falling asleep by your door, when you would pick me up and put me in bed,
    The rice you made me all the time. Trips to the store, just you and me.
    I miss that.
    You have helped me become who I am today, for that, thanks.
    I was told you would not be here forever but just did not believe.
    When I would come visit you, you always know even if you were not told
    You would be there on the porch waiting for me; that made be happy.
    With a big smile on your face, you just could not wait for us to get to you.
    Know when I go visit grandma I still hope to see you on your porch but never do any more.
    I miss you, your smile, your laugh.
    That dance with you on my wedding day.
    Thank you, thank you, I will never forget,
    Sitting there next to you on your last days, by your side holding you hand helping you,
    I miss that, I miss everything.
    I didn't want to believe when I got that call.
    I just didn't, it was too hard.
    I see now you are where you wanted to be; you are home the place you always talked about.
    I miss you, this is just too hard for me; I don't know how I can do this.
    If you could just come back to me it would be better, but I know you can't, I miss you.
    I know You are happy and healthy, no worries,
    I will always remember and never forget the memories.
    I miss you.

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  18. 16. Up Above

    • By Brianna Martins
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008

    Death of Grandfather

    When you were here you brightened the day,
    with your positive attitude and charming smile.

    I loved when I came up to you for a hug,
    you wrapped your arms around me and gave me a little shrug.

    When I looked into your eyes so bright, they were filled with so much joy,
    every time we played wiffle ball and I fell, you would always say, "Oh boy."

    Then when you got sick, my heart just broke and I started to cry, 'cause God took the joy out of your eyes and the brightness from the sky.

    Your smile has faded and it's barely a grin and now you seem so hopeless 'cause the cancer worked its way in.

    There's nothing I can do now, the joy's almost gone,
    now that bright smile and grin are gone, 'cause God decided he needed you now so he brought you up, up past the sun to a place where all your pain is gone.

    Every time it rains now, I think of you, shedding your love over all of us you've left behind.

    You'll never be forgotten and you're forever missed.

    You were an amazing husband, father, grandfather, brother, and an awesome friend.

          Dedicated to the Greatest man Known:
                     My Grandfather
                    Manuel Duarte Jr.
                   ~*Brianna Martins*~

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  19. 17. In Loving Memory Of My Grandpa

    • By Megan Curtis
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008

    This is dedicated to my grandpa who comforted me when I needed him, and always put a smile on my face when I was sad or down; I miss him dearly and I hope I get to see him in heaven one day.

    You have been out of my life for 2 years now,
    But it seems like a lifetime
    I remember how you always used to say
    Never say goodbye, say see you later

    Well, I said see you later a million times
    When you were laying in that hospital bed
    Well, I wish I could see you now,
    Or when I had the hardest time of my life
    On March 26, 2008

    I know you were looking down on me
    Then and you are looking down on me
    Now and telling me that it is okay
    But it feels like everything falls
    Apart when you're not there.

    Everyone says it is bad to bottle
    Things up and that if I need to cry I should
    I don't like crying in front of people
    You were the only one, I couldn't care less
    If I cried in front of

    I had you there to comfort me
    When I was sad
    But when you died everything
    Fell apart because I didn't
    Have you to comfort me anymore

    I have always wondered, Grandpa,
    How is it in heaven?
    How is being back with Grandma?
    I miss her a lot too...tell her I love her
    And I haven't forgotten about her.

    I hope one day we can all reunite
    In heaven and have it like old times.
    And I will be your mermaid turkey.

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  20. 18. What Is A Grandpa?

    This is a poem that I wrote for my grandpa on his 81st birthday. He is no longer here with me, but I know that he is reading this poem up in heaven.

    What is a Grandpa?

    A grandpa is a father; a grandpa is a son.
    A grandpa is a husband; all grandpas are loved.
    Some grandpas have hair, while others are bald.
    Some grandpas fish, and others like hunting.
    A grandpa can be more than just a grandpa though.
    A grandpa can be a friend who knows how to have fun.
    All grandpas are special to many other people.
    But no other grandpa is just like mine.
    Grandpas are unique in many different ways.
    No two grandpas are alike.
    My grandpa might not be like he is now,
    But even if that happened I know one thing that's true.
    My grandpa will always be a special person to me.

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  21. 19. Memories Last A Lifetime

    • By BENAY B. FORD
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A woman shares memories of a special someone who has passed away.

    I wish you were here, but now you are gone.
    When times got tough, it was hard to carry on.
    I think of your jokes, laughs and smiles.
    I can remember when you and I used to ride for miles.
    When I was six years old you would drive me to school.
    I'd think, "Gosh, riding with Papaw, isn't this cool?"
    And of course we would always stop at the store.
    But I always wanted Papaw to drive a little more.
    Papaw, I now have four children that I wish you could have seen.
    They are something really special and make a real good team.
    You lit up my world and put a lot of love in my heart.
    I still feel you and I aren't very far apart
    Because I know that you are the angel that watches over me,
    After all, there is no one else in the world I would rather it be.
    I still miss you and wish you were here.
    I only have to think of you and shed a big tear.
    He had to take you home so you wouldn't suffer any more pain.
    Now you are in heaven and we can't sit on the porch anymore and watch it rain.

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