To My Nana
Who would try to give me all the world
As far as she could see?
Who always has two open arms
Who would try to give me all the world
As far as she could see?
Who always has two open arms
This poem reminds me of my only grandchild, Faith. She is my son's daughter and was born when he was only 20 and I was 42 so I was not quite ready to be called "Grandma" yet but I loved...
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The funny beautiful lady
That means so much to me
May be gone from the land of the living
But with me she will always be...
This is a beautiful poem, about grandma, well now as mothers day is near, I just think of my granny ( nanny as we used to call her ) , my what a lovely, caring, mother / granny she was,...
I close my eyes and try to form a complete picture of everything about her. The way she smells, the way her hair moved when the summer breeze swifted on by, the way she smiled and everything dark suddenly became bright.
Then I stop to just think.
A smile quickly attaches to my face.
I took a deep breath and taste lavender, smell witch hazel, and then I open my once closed eyes and see her. ...
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I know this day will come
Where I will have to say goodbye
I sometimes wish it will never come
Her smile can light up a room
Her presence is of grace
Her opinions are heard without one word
but by the look upon her face...
This is everything that my grandmother had done for me until she deid from cancer but all I know is when my kids have their own. I will be just like her because she showed me how to be the...
What is a Grandma?
To some it's just their parents' mother.
To me, it's so much more; it's the person who gives in when mom says no.
The person who knew all the nursery rhymes by heart.
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I miss you Grandma
I miss your touch
Our memories I carry with me
Our special times together, I miss much.
Apple pie reminds me of my Grandma
She always made me one for holidays
She knew it was my favorite, and hers
Was by far the best.
a journey in my mind today
I watch the years fly, where is my little boy?
The pictures that tell a story of how you grew so fast.
Once a little boy with trucks and slides
I'm sending this poem to our son, who is in Iraq. He has only seen his daughter on Skype. I want him to know how much his father, and I love, and miss him. In addition, we our so very PROUD...
She gave us hugs and kisses
each time we came around.
Paper dolls and songs to sing,
never with a frown.