Best Grandmother Poems

I always like summer
Best
you can eat fresh corn
From daddy's garden
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September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
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In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
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They sent me a salwar kameez
            peacock-blue,
                  and another
   glistening like an orange split open,
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If the year is meditating a suitable gift,
I should like it to be the attitude
of my great- great- grandmother,
legendary devotee of the arts,
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I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
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She begins, and my grandmother joins her.
Mother and daughter sing like young girls.
If my father were alive, he would play
his accordion and sway like a boat.
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Millions of babies watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts
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A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs
but I've never seen wheat in a pile.
Apples, potatoes, cabbages, carrots
make lumpy stacks, but you are sleek
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Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black
faces: my father, mother, grandmothers (1 dead) , grand-
fathers (both dead) , brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts,
cousins (1st and 2nd) , nieces, and nephews.They stare
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Old Eddie's face, wrinkled with river lights,
Looked like a Mississippi man's. The eyes,
Derisive and avuncular at once,
Swivelling, fixed me. They'd seen
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Bereft of soul
My body shall be bare.
Bereft of body
My soul shall be bare.
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1.

The dark socket of the year
the pit, the cave where the sun lies down
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harriet
if i be you
let me not forget
to be the pistol
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There were some dirty plates
and a glass of milk
beside her on a small table
near the rank, disheveled bed--
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"Sit in my hand."
I'm ten.
I can't see him,
but I hear him breathing
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I have written this day down in my heart
As the sweetest day in the season;
From all of the others I've set it apart---
But I will not tell you the reason,
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This plot of ground
facing the waters of this inlet
is dedicated to the living presence of
Emily Dickinson Wellcome
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She taught me what her uncle once taught her:
How easily the biggest coal block split
If you got the grain and the hammer angled right.
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Me thinks much ink
has been spilt
over the poem;
‘Phenomenal Woman’
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The fellow who sits in the air-conditioned office
is the one who in his youth raped
a dozen or so young girls,
and, at cocktail parties, is secretly stricken with lust,
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It was a time when they were afraid of him.
My father, a bare man, a gypsy, a horse
with broken knees no one would shoot.
Then again, he was like the orange tree,
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On an island the soft hue of memory,
moss green, kerosene yellow, drifting, mingling
in the Caribbean Sea,
a six-year-old named Alfred
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my grandmother had a serious gas
problem.
we only saw her on Sunday.
she'd sit down to dinner
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Downward through the evening twilight,
In the days that are forgotten,
In the unremembered ages,
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My mother's playing cards with my aunt,
Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game
my grandmother taught all her daughters.
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My dream was to be a Jane Austen - or a Virginia Woolfe, whose 'stream of consciousness' touched the world,
or Kadambari - the muse who inspired the Bard in Bengali Literature.

a few fearless women -
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Clothespins
Mama had a worn out cloth bag
Hanging out on the line.
It was full of old clothespins
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I’m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows
of Lower East Side
Delighted by skyscrapers rising the old grungy apartments falling on
84th Street
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How far is it to peace, the piper sighed,
The solitary, sweating as he paused.
Asphalt the noon; the ravens, terrified,
Fled carrion thunder that percussion caused.
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That time my grandmother dragged me
through the perfume aisles at Saks, she held me up
by my arm, hissing, "Stand up,"
through clenched teeth, her eyes
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The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead
if the lips were gone. The year has been cut in half
with dull scissors, the solstice still looking for its square
on the calendar. Perhaps the scissors were really
...

As I stood in the courtyard
Of my ancestral house in Palakkad;
A sweet-scented breeze blew,
On my face, touching, caressing my whole being
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Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse -
Perhaps you have seen him before;
Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has swept
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She lay, skin down in the moist dirt,
the canebrake rustling
with the whispers of leaves, and
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These recollections with the scent of ferns
Are the idyll of early years
(Gregorio Gutierrez González)
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BROTHER of all, with generous hand,
Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul,
A thought to launch in memory of thee,
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GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess,
Thirteen summers, or something less;
Girlish bust, but womanly air;
Smooth, square forehead with uprolled hair;
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My mother’s brother’s sister’s name is Grace
She’s my aunt and likes to go from place to place
My mother’s sister’s brother’s name is Brad
He’s my uncle and he is my cousin’s Dad
...

I.
And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?
Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.
And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-wise,
...

When I am old, my bones will make music with every crack,
creating rhythms throughout my spinal cord and back
that tell fractured stories of where I've been.
All 206 of them are shells that breathe life into the living,
...

Many are the deceivers:
The suburban matron,
proper in the supermarket,
list in hand so she won't suddenly fly,
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I
I have loved England, dearly and deeply,
Since that first morning, shining and pure,
The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply
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But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands
gloved with green. You can have the touch of a single eleven-year-old finger
on your cheek, waking you at one a.m. to say the hamster is back.
You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look
...

has not altered; -
a place as kind as it is green,
the greenest place I've never seen.
Every name is a tune.
...

There are no stars to-night
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.
...

Vincent loved to have models to do his paintings.
When Theo's monthly fund arrived,
Every morning, he went round in search of models.
He would invite different kinds of people to his house,
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A frail…old Negro lady
…Born…in Lincoln's day
Who knew the taste of freedom
Only… when… she passed …away
...

My new, rustic kitchen table,
Swallows completely my turbulent state,
I feel calm like the ocean's near stillness,
As it holds its breath and waits
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When I was four
I used to tell my grandmother
'' Who cares about ghosts,
My mother is a ghostbuster.''
...

to my sister, Sharon,
and all her glistening music

go deeper into the woods soothed my pages,
...

1.

I am thirty this November.
You are still small, in your fourth year.
We stand watching the yellow leaves go queer,
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Were I a king in very truth,
And had a son - a guileless youth -
In probable succession;
To teach him patience, teach him tact,
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HE - Your breast on my breast,
Eh ? We could go,
With our nostrils full of air,
Into the cool light
...

a widow
a housewife...

a mother
...

...

.
Congratulations! ! !
You are Graduating from College! ! !
We celebrate your graduation
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First Old Man
He threw his crutched stick down: there came
Into his face the anger flame,
And he spoke viciously of one
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It is the fortune of poeple
that the shadows
of our futures do not
lie heavy
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A large carved cupboard of white oak
emanates that relaxed gentle air
Old people have; open, it's kindly
shadows give off fragrances like fine
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My Grandma
A beautiful lady,
Whose face shone like a silver moon,
So lovely, like a pink rose,
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Chewing slowly,
Only after I’d eaten
My grandmother,
Mother,
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Your children grow from you apart,
Afar and still afar;
And yet it should rejoice your heart
To see how glad they are;
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A wise man said a woman's scorn
is given to her when she's born.
She carries it, though under cover,
a secret weapon for a lover
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You don’t know whom you’re dealing with,
when you start to mess with me.
I’m your worst enemy, with me you’ll never be free.
I’ll chew you up, spit you out, never blink an eye.
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She hooked her fingers in his like pegs to the clothes line
‘’Roller coaster? ’’ she asked. He shook his head
She looked disappointed
He relieved.
...

Just a decade ago - in 2011,
Neeraj Chopra was an obese boy,
An awkward thirteen year old, from Panipat.
He was ashamed of his weight,
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My mother died on February 24 2016, when she was traveling on the entrance ramp to northbound I-29 from Mexico City Avenue. She traveled off the roadway and overcorrected, sending herself and her truck down an embankment. Ejected from her vehicle, she was dead on arrival.
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A time's traveler poet travels and sees
Deep immense beauty in any sequence,
The Danda Nata of this year is explained
In short in my previous poem titled,
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The declaration has been spoken,
For Grandmother told me so.
The darkeys have got their fetlocks broken,
For Grandmother told me so.
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Ay, age seven
Ay, the magnanimous moment of departure
Whatever happened after you,
happened in a mesh of insanity and ignorance.
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In our family, there were two saints,
my aunt and my grandmother.
But their lives were different.
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Canny has always been an Irish word
to my ear, so too its cousin crafty,
suggesting not only an appreciation of close-work,
fine-making, handwrought artistry,
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Lovely grand daughter

I called my daughter by good name
She was with round face to claim
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"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . .
It's true I've been accustomed now to home,
And joints get rusty, and one's limbs may grow
   More fit to rest than roam.
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How can you fathom,
The breadth of pain
Of a loving mother,
Predeceased by her beloved child?
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A woman is a child,
A woman is a daughter,
She is a sister,
She is a daughter-in-law, she is a mother,
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Dark clouds on the horizon
As the family assembled
In their ancestral home to
Visit their octogenarian Mother
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The younger sister
Of the second wife
Of my dear friend
Of forty-five years
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Once some children
Said to Grandmother,
"Please tell us a story
We are in wait no bother."
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Just as the sun was setting
Back of the Western hills
Grandfather stood by the window
Eating the last of his pills.
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1922: the stone porch of my Grandfather’s summer house
I
“I won’t go with you. I want to stay with Grandpa!”
That’s how I threw cold water
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An image of my grandmother
her head appearing upside-down upon a cloud
the cloud transfixed on the steeple
of a deserted railway-station
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Who am I to say to you
what I say to you?
I was not a stone polished by water
and became a face
nor was I a cane punctured by the wind
and became a flute...

I am a dice player,
...

Tender caresses of kind little sisters
Are ready for you.
With the birds' songs, O the charmed prince,
We're waiting for you.
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As a month old baby, I saw you! O Moon!
As white huge ball, I whined & purred for You all while
Incapable to reach; incapable to think,
All I did was to sleep & sleep
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In the cream gilded cabin of his steam yacht
Mr. Nixon advised me kindly, to advance with fewer
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"Grandmother, Grandmother you come and sit,
Tell us a nice story, mother does admit, "
Said jolly children and offer a chair,
Sitting on chair, tell Granny who has flair. [1]
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When you can not
See the forest through the trees,
And you can not run
Like Gump,
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I don't really care who you are,
Or what you say
about who you know.
Your pleasing pleasantries
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I’ll drive you to the shopping centre, Sandy’s grandma offered
Sandy gladly accepted the proposition her gran proffered
“I’ll just wait in the car”, said gran, “while you go in and inquire
About a job in those shops, surely someone will hire”
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Up that top flight of stairs
whose old, unvarnished wood
scrubs up so well and welcoming,
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There was a Young Person of Smyrna,
Whose Grandmother threatened to burn her;
But she seized on the cat,
And said, 'Granny, burn that!
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She had a scarlet box,
In which she kept
Every single treasure
She ever owned...
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"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . .
It's true I've been accustomed now to home,
And joints get rusty, and one's limbs may grow
More fit to rest than roam.
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Falling in pressure of others
You should not adopt abortion,
As I am inside your womb,
Now I am waiting to see Earth.
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I came to the cemetery in the hazy heat of autumn,
where the crosses creak as they split,
to my grandmother-Maria Iosefovna-
and bought flowers at the gate.
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It was a comfortable chair, her son taped the arms for her.
Sitting by the window and watching real life unfold
in the magnifying mirrors attached to the half of
the half timber, screwed in tight and polished with spit,
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Rigged poker -stiff on her back
With a granite grin
This antique museum-cased lady
Lies, companioned by the gimcrack
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At eight
El Gato's uncle lures them with grain in a pail
and shoots the brown pig between the eyes,
shoos the red-snouted white and black brothers
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