It's gotten harder and harder
since the day you went away
but still people keep telling me
everything shall be okay
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.
12 Poems From Grandchildren
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It's gotten harder and harderFeatured Shared Story
My grandfather died from a heart attack. He always loved me and was a very good man. I miss you and love you. You're always in our hearts.
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.Featured Shared Story
I read this poem at my grandfather's funeral and it was so perfect. This perfectly describes my grandfather and how he loved me and the entire family. I wish I would have found it before he...
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.Featured Shared Story
At least you spent 14 years with him. I've never even seen my maternal grandpa, and my paternal grandpa expired when I was 4.
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.Featured Shared Story
My aging husband, who just turned 70 in October, still takes his grandsons out bowing and hunting ever year. He helps build the tree stands and everything, teaching them the way of the...
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.Featured Shared Story
Balter's poem reminds me of my own grandfather whom I lost 49 years ago when he was 94. I remember his two habits very lucidly. He was a frugal eater. He used to weigh his food every time...
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.Featured Shared Story
Love your poem about fishing with your Grandpa. There are millions of fish in the oceans and ponds, but being with your Grandpa is a beautiful bond! Enjoy every memory with him; it's priceless!
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,Featured Shared Story
This poem is so moving. My grandpa died Thursday. It was hard on all of the family. We always went to him for comfort. This poem is helping me get through my grief.
He was someone's son.
He was someone's father.
Perhaps he was someone's brother.
But he was a little bit of everything,Featured Shared Story
My grandpa died 7 years ago on October 10th. I was only 8 when he was diagnosed with cancer he died when I was 12. I am 19 now and miss him terribly. My dad was not in my life till I was 16...
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