Grandpa is Missing
When Remi comes to Grandma's house,
He races to the doorway
He leaps and barks then stops and looks.
There should be someone more here.
The one who'd set him on his lap
And never seemed to mind him
Not the doggy breath nor the mess he left
He was always full of kindness.
He always had a treat for him
Remi knew just how to get it.
If he'd sit real still, beg with all his will,
He would have that tasty tid-bit.
But now this special man was gone
The one that some called Grandpa
The scent had grown faint, of this wonderful saint,
None was left but dear old Grandma.
He could tell that Grandma missed him too
She spoke his name quite often,
And when he asked with his eyes, her answers were cries
About his body being in a coffin.
But Grandma then would smile at him,
Like she understood his sadness.
And as their eyes met, she would start to pet
Their sorrows away to to gladness.
Grandparents Day Poem
A grandparent is the grandest mom or dad,
Not just because of all the kids they've had;
They've seen and done and known so many things
We honor them like preachers, priests and kings.
They tell us of a way of life that's past
When the world wasn't moving quite so fast.
When the family sat together every day,
To eat, to laugh, to sing, to talk, to pray.
The road we walk now they have seen before,
The tears we shed, they shed a whole lot more.
They understand our feelings, joy or pain.
They know the path; they've walked the dusty lane.
What can we do to honor these dear Grands?
We have no gift to place in weathered hands,
To adequetly show how much we care.
Or prove to them how great the love we share.
Yet there is something awesome we can do
To show beyond a dobt our love is true.
If what they've taught is seen in how we live,
This is the best gift we could ever give.
Happy Grandparents Day!
A Drop of Me
I loved you way before I saw you,
The tiny speck of life you were,
Tucked away inside your mother,
Yet still a part of me for sure.
That happy day my arms received you
No greater joy could ere be mine.
My heart embraced you, priceless treasure,
And overflowed with love divine.
I thought you looked just like your father,
Yet some of Mom was there to see.
And maybe it was wishful thinking,
But I'm sure I saw a trait from me.
A wonder you are my precious grandchild.
God made you with a drop of me,
And yet you're unique, so truly special,
And I dream of what you'll some day be.
A Grandson Getting Married
A grandson getting married!
How could that possibly be?
I know twas only yesterday,
When I held him on my knee.
Wasn't it only months ago
When his mother came to me,
And shared her secret of life inside,
As she spoke excitedly?
Now here he is, a groom no less,
Where went his childhood days?
What happened to the baby boy?
With his baby thoughts and ways?
I do remember a growing teen
Who caught many mama's eyes
As the perfect match for their daughters.
Those mamas were very wise.
But our grandson was not an easy catch.
I remember that now, too.
He wouldn't settle for just any girl;
Only the best would do.
So here she is. He found her.
The best to stand at his side.
For him the one and only girl,
For him, the chosen bride.
Life does pass by so quickly.
From babe to grown up man.
From bride to mom to grandma
From groom to proud old gramp.
So grandson just remember
Enjoy your sweet young bride.
The days will pass quickly, and someday you'll hold
A grandma at your side.
Grandpa can you tell me?
Dear Grandpa can you tell me,
Were you really a little boy too?
Did you play with frogs and balance on logs,
And find scary things to do?
Or were you always grandpa,
Were you always so old and so wise,
With your knowing grin and your stubbly chin,
And your tongue that never tells lies?
If you were ever little,
Then maybe some day I can be
A grandpa like you, acting just like you do,
With a grandson as loving as me.
We're blessed to know that we are loved
By someone wise and true,
Someone who loves us as we are
That someone, of course is you.
You listen not just when we smile,
But even when we grumble,
Although you sometimes have to say
We shouldn't always mumble.
We want you to know we love you too;
We really do adore you.
We appreciate the things you do,
And thank God daily for you.
Happy Grandparent Day
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