Your grandma may be the best story teller you have
ever met. Your grandpa may be the best fishing buddy for you, your
favorite adviser. The role of grandparents is very significant in our
life. The love shown by our grandparents is genuine and immortal.
Throughout their life, until their last breath, they continue showering
their blessings, wisdom, and love on us. The unconditional love shown by
these senior most family members have driven many poets to write
beautiful poems about grandparents. Grandparents Day is a time to recall
the precious moments that you have shared with your grandparents and
express your love for them. You can either write some grandparents poems
on your own may use the ones written by well-known poets. Given below
are some love poems for grandparents, written by other poets.
Grandparents Love Poetry
Grandparents
I didn't know my grandpa,
but I wish I could have though,
'cause from the stories mama has told,
I would d him so.
She said he was a big man,
who bounced her on his knee,
he baked her coconut cakes for her birthday,
she even had pictures for me to see.
My granny is very special, too,
'cause when we go to her house,
she finds lots of good things to do,
like making crafts and cookies too!
She takes me and my sister to the park
where we walk the walking trail,
and if it's really hot
she buys us ice cream by the pail!
She likes to take us to the creek,
so we can wade and wet our feet.
I wish you all could know my granny,
'cause she is so very sweet! (love gp poem)
- By Brentney S. Johnson
Love Poem for Grandparents
Grandma's Hugs are Made of Love
Everything my grandma does
is something special made with love.
She take time to add the extra touch
that says, "I love you very much."
She fixes hurts with a kiss and smile
and tell good stories grandma-style.
It's warm and cozy on her lap
for secret telling or a nap.
And when I say my prayer at night,
I ask God to bless and hold her tight.
Cause when it comes to giving hugs
my grandma's arms are filled with love!
- By Unknown Author
A Poem
There's no vocabulary
For love within a family, love that's lived in
But not looked at, love within the light of which
All else is seen, the love within which
All other love finds speech.
This love is silent.
- By T S Eliot
