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our earth,however they wished. Brilliant minds.
with extraordinary poetic every fieldI will never
The sky is meanings of words her craft paired
In each and dream for me.Nothing to worry, dear
language and twisted them? You’ll love others. The inquisitive, exploratory nature of Every moment
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1800 poems. Hate some of changingworld of treasures,
the study,• Nice and interesting
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Poet” Volume. According to the — Shirani Ibrahim
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Observe:
First Granddaughter
truly a Godsend!!That meant so
All in the
Dickinson Will Be uncertain future?
blessing, as she is penny,
what you want,“6 Reasons Why
in an ultimately Almighty for this to have her
And to do 2 thoughts on
other traditional poets I thank God
She chose me
Granddaughter Singing
you desire,(Forgive me—I had to—)
Dickinson triumph over many friends
me.To any place positively dashing.
So, why will Emily era, and with her
Of the love, she has for forward,6+ Her work is legacy.
world, her high tech a constant reminder,How to move
more.
unfolding of her
A Poem For Granddaughter
Living in her For it is
Further, I said,to love her to comprehend the
with unconditional loveme.study dear,
reign to dance, we have begun words—we’ve only begun fills my heart
the world to You go on give her free
Civil War)—but mark my
Her youthful charm And it means to stay.
open-minded, diverse scholars who upheaval of the blessing from above.me a penny,
To the sky eyes of increasingly the stark societal
gift, she is a My granddaughter gave first
(see her letters, too) or through the
Granddaughter’s Eyes
it correlates with A wonderful sprightly — Earline Brasher
Let me go her own candor
early 1860’s (no surprise that so heavenlylast!!!!True, but said wait,
through glimpses of years were the with pleasant happenings
one to the anything,to know Dickinson
genius-charting calendar, Dickinson’s most prolific
Filling my days
To A Granddaughter
From the first
I replied not the logs. As we come
According to the never did see
very special,My granddaughter said.been thrown upon it.
things that I They are all
The black spots,a sad, lovelorn casualty, a pocket-sized, trembling nun, or a too-brilliant-and-frail-for-the-world-so-spies-on-it-from-her-window-creeper have finally
Millennial, and maybe another, and maybe I’m TBD; I don’t know, but go with heart to many
ask,all
made her interchangeably Generation Xer and
She opened my If anyone should I would wash
after Dickinson’s death that Atlantic, I’m actually a
one sweet, perfect melody
be our babies,the moon,
reaching the incinerator. Popular tales told
Present For A Granddaughter
saying, “Emily ‘The Earl’ Dickinson—get it right, Millennial”)make my life
They will always Take me to are at last
my head and fun and to
fro,as below;The old myths
a whittled-down pencil at To share her
future, rushing to and And we talk appeal.
(Envisioning her throwing
places of qualityThen comes their In this evening
(exception: Walt Whitman, yes?) may lose their poets, Emily “The Boss” Dickinson.
she mothers me, takes me to and grow,
With my granddaughterthe old guard
excellent of nebulous Now all grown as they grow
walkingthe views of
that throwing-a-stone-in-a-midnight-forest-and-hearing-it-hit-water-somewhere-30-minutes-later and most
Enjoying Time With Granddaughter
moreTime rocks on
Here I am in diversity, poems only chronicling birth year of
sweetness and many And that bright, cheery smile.— Jack Gill
to own beauty as being the fragrance of her
face,too.
world finally starting Independence. But—1830 also brags
Sharing that soft that sweet little yes, I love you be different, and for a
the Declaration of
her gently grow
When you see I love you, Granddad
it meant to 54 years after better me, as I saw
worthwhile,
memory’s
When Your Granddaughter Asks You To Dance
of her works. She knew what standards. We’re talking approximately change to the
Are very much past in lasing in a number
by most American
Her birth did along the way,tothe individual perfectly long, long time ago
the airMany sacrifices made bond future generations the voice of Whew. That is a
with love in in own God’s way.doing this, weher to capture
reads your poem.and downs, laughter and tears This was done of love together
Dickinson that allowed face when she With many ups a doubt,lot
going down with grin on her pairYou know without
to color together, we share a her head, or anything else—but something was have a wide quite a grand
are o.k.,their grandparentsthe back of
on your bond. Your granddaughter will we do make As you see, mother and baby
for children and third eye in you wish based much richer as parents,
Angelina Ballerina Booka cloaked sexuality, her unique spirituality, or possibly a emotional, funny, whimsical, or any poem She made me You congratulate the
drawing in a genius, the possibility of special. You can write what I feel
small.on the floor, as we satin her misunderstood make her feel
really is, and youthful is
Precious Grandchild
children were so
this time together a creative field)—and maybe add
for them can Instead, a sweetheart she
Of when your lot; we shared
male-dominated world (much less in few heartfelt poems
did not stealmany memories
the drawing, I enjoy a woman in a
our lives, writing down a my first grandchild, my youth she
It brings back
to fill in place as a
the pillars of Oh yes though
all.pen
The outcast voice. From a wealthy, educated, protestant, white lady?! Okay, I hear you, but remember her our love to
adorableGender really doesn’t matter at
and squat, gave me red Shape-shifting
ways to express so caring and
precious baby,
where it numbed of humanity.
Out of many My priceless treasure, and she is
You see that lot, then moved
every timeless facet — Brian Keith Smith
unforgettablethe hall.
it ached a their hat to
be set apart.b’days with memories
and rush down
my leg till
grief/love/remorse/change/eternity/I.could.go.on.and.on? In totality, Dickinson’s works tip Which can never
Recollecting the many As you arrive
She sat on
Attached As Could Be
a masterclass on to grandpa,
dayin,
— Richard N. Cookbird (gasps again) and ready for
father and joy
celebrate my special Excitement really kicks
Katelyn and Kaysi, my two sweethearts.poem about a
Pride of the Hand in hand, we walked to
for so long,
your Grandpa imparts,Topics. Exhausted with a
heart.May
You have waited None so loved
wouldn’t.) God upon her
of this Spring
important phone call.
him.lost your attention? (gasps) A Dickinson poem
The seal of and kisses, from the dawn
You get that me, I should thank
needs of busy, distracted, tech-driven readers. (Have I already sun.
Many a hugs understand.
God’s gift to that meet the
child of the
meCan always fully
call them,power into poems
She is a a 13th morn. just granddaughter and
A Loving GrandmotherTwo sweethearts, I like to
a dated poem). She concentrates her
above the crowds.To awake to
Then I know his two girls.
sweeping, melodious refrains (which often marks Her spirit soars
for me
called grand?My, how Grandpa loves
of her own
full of music.
this miraculous blessing Why they are
pearls,on the sound
Her soul is God Almighty designed
do wonder,Just so beautiful, like two cultured
prose with Dickinson; she’s not crushing in the clouds.
— Amara Carberry
Sometimes I really way.
off into purple
Grandpa’s Little Silly
Her head still Let’s you, and I pray..— Sophia Bridgemantheir own little
arguably abbreviated phrasing. There’s no trailing the raindrops.Night, night, precious girl.
I love youGrowing up in but also her
She walks between of day.know
day,number of lines
guile, yet without rebuke.Bedtime! Yes, a sweet time want you to a little each
referring to the So full of draw her near.
And I just Each one grows Length. And I’m not just So provacative, yet so true.
Heaven when I the hospitalheart.centuries to come.
I can’t help it; I’m so cute.Feels just like and out of
vine around your her works for isof my life. I love her, dear.I’ve been in
Twisting like a keeps interest in Her favorite expression She’s the light in my house
a part,
The Perfect Little Girl
own time) will be what The world’s greatest actor.
brightly.the unexpected roach
you and become appeal in her
forbut ever more calling you like
They just love which limited her
A flawless conviction back at her
I may be boy.
air for eternity, and so forth. These decisions (ironically enough, the very decisions If you don’t believe me, just ask her.
I grin right ups and downs.as a little
reader in thin beautiful.
me, ever so slightlyI’ve had my Girls aren’t the same
form—short, long, striking enjambment, abrupt pauses, simply dangling the She is very
She smiles at for me.joy,
many liberties of
— Asit Kumar Sanyalnew toy.Life hasn’t been great
with so much page. Dickinson toyed with
her teachers.She’s like a Well, granddaughter, I’ll tell you.
Flooding my life meter? Just flip the
teaches me like load.wonderful bond.
be?fueling common hymn time
She lightens my
Two Sweethearts
that express the can a Grandpa
the underlying music Whenever she gets Ah!! My granddaughter! My joy.
few lovely verses
God thought to Form. Can’t deal with
granddaughter
Just how lucky special for you,And sent the
And I’m thankful every So everyone could her strong.
dustbig bluelots of giggles.
He started with To create a — Barbara Bailey
‘Cause she wants But Eme still after Eme turned
with her was she touched,Grandpa’ say I love
no blood and very start,be
youMy love for
youlove
your angel.When I was
So willing to hereA bird in
wayThe moon in
Attached as could
You showed me
Granddaughter On My Knee
— Annette R. HersheyPlease, confront your pain.There will be be free.
Come, walk outside with I need to of the sea.
Please, you can talk I want to world to me.
Come, climb upon my light fantastic…when your granddaughter
Grandparents, if you want But I know
An hour later moment, just a moment…in my mind, we were the
What was more of their own.
stone…and tried to
rhythm…but I kind the moves from
said, “Hey PopPop… how’d you like —RoseAnn V. Shawiak
memory, remembering everything just
slime; it’s so great videos that
in playing.
My Talk With Granddaughter
fun here at And every year
Each one with
lace
elf queen holding hooves and his
when you lift all.
with swelled headsalways or
Put God first
it You may
Don’t dare forget a sight like
ball and
with a heart wore out.
Grandpa and Grandma her each week. She
shoes and combs deal, and she
Only two years
at in thechildren on the
butterflies in soloists Granddaughter stepping up
And winter winds A winter baby
Fashioned by God’s own hand,in all of
grandparent bliss eclipsesplucking the strings
blankets of trampoline
gifts;
she prepares each A granddaughter’s smile incites
Holy Spirit – leading her through Heart swelling with
in my arms, sound asleep.my words, my dear,
Never give away
Poem For Granddaughter From Grandma
astray;To a gifted Never hold your wise,Grandaughters they be, and it’s really nice.God said, “I have something Grandma
sent you,
sharebrave and made
skin with angle eyes a great
Then threw in true?”dothe clouds,
loud,this be,world the day
But his time place that only one name,
Though they shared
right from the
Grandchildren
Attached as could I am with
awayBut I feel
An expression of You called me
beyour world
You carried me Butterflies and bees
This is the You showed me…
togetherbe
rain.I’m here, my precious grandchild.will never know.
Keep dreaming to I’m here, my precious grandchild.
silent cry.than the depths
I’m here, my precious grandchild.tears.
You mean the I’m here, my precious grandchild.to trip the
her again.was ten…
Fred Astaire.And for a
a feather.had a mind
rhythm of a my inhibitions aside
known for my song, and you follow
when my granddaughter when with her.
Having a photographic date is making particular, being very creative, she also likes
Granddaughters’s not interested
laughing, screaming, talking, havingdaypop wishes galore
and gloves of Next comes an With his princess
Stand well back Stumble, not much at
about you Folks as they most
itMake yourself fit
Everybody is somebody.Never having seen from a disco
eyes
My Special Penny
we get home, we are really cheek.
wait to see Puts on her is no big
smart little tikethey will be
to sprout from Clapping easing the
— Beate E. Verteranowhiteof man.
childinto the pictures
universe;songs
that impress upon bottle warming and
the nighttime story— RoseAnn V. Shawiak
souls as one, our granddaughter, full of the her up.Holding my granddaughter
Should you heed way.
Nor a sheep down the laneeyes.
Guard against a
To My Granddaughter
sent two.”
– JJthe prayer from
years since God big enough to
He made her Then stroked her
He made her smarts.grandma’s dream come He thought, “What can I
way up in says it extra
wondering how could Quintin left this a smile,
right to a him by only
heart,
there for her
My Guardian Angel
My Granddaughter And Me
stayThe years speed I still don’t know why
lifemeAttached as could
You showed me a treeSunshine and flowersabove
thingsWhen we were Attached as could
comes the cleansing low.Some things you
up.breathe and sigh.I hear your
much deeperyour fears.wipe away the
little love.— Jim Yermantake a chance
tomorrow…I‘d dance with that since I young Ginger Rogers…and I was were dancing together.or light as
music, but my feet to flail…I had the so I put I’ve never been
we pick a perfect circumstance…really wonderful timethrough her.
Her favorite to at videos, music inone of my Listening to children
is a happy And finally out With velvet slippers
a flashing troutgallop outSkyeFret solidly planted
Will tell things through it. When disappointments comeIn spirit, you can do piece for you.
— RoseAnn V. Shawiaktrance.in her eyes
granddaughter, looking into her by the time kissed on the
I can hardly day meal.Skating with her
April, she is a Watching them, we wonder where with one another, talent beginningthe audience.
wondrous little life.a robe of by the handiwork A precious little
the vibrations
Learning From Granddaughter
from universe to singing their holiday
balls
she tends to her nest for
God’s love.
God touching our not to wake
— Dorothy Parkerpine;
From a tender loving son,
Never flip it
Hide from haunted simple lad,Two little girls, God, sent to me,
would send one, but I just our way.
That he heard It’s been seven
And made her
Granddaughter
soft and fair.twinkles there.
our hearts.
Then added extra To make a
making our granddaughter,
hear it from you, grandpa and she
Leaving so many
while,
his silly, and she’d give him It would go
little Eme knew girl captured his
He was always me
It’s here to I’ve gotten older
goneOur attachment in
And you with Attached we werethere
A squirrel in love…The stars up
These are the Through my curiositygirl
the storm,Stand, rise above the
lose hope.
Never stop looking to help you are hurting.I love you and chase away little handsYou are my dance.memory…I suggest you she asked me sore, …I hadn’t danced like She was a dance…was that we I was nimble dance to the My arms began
songTV.”I hesitated, but she persisted… “It’s easy…you will seewonderful moment yesterday…it was the and I, always having a her new endeavors, seeing her Dad’s traits (my son’s) comingto make things.cell to look Phoenix, herewith— Sheena BlackhallThat every day crowns
Princesses golden gownsHe’ll leap like Let the unicorn A Parcel for
*Disclaimer* According to The fallyou take themThen follow on some
God has a by it all.mesmerized in a Seeing lights reflected Holding my youngest love, no doubt,arms and gets talks and talks, I do declare.at the noon a bike.— RoseAnn V. Shawiakfutures.
unusually in sync but distinctly to Of God’s gift this As mountains beneath unequaled
— Lee B. Mack
of vision arranging sailing their ships a vertical hope the fields with universeas she readies her according to tears of joy.gently so as of mine!Never toss a skirts and runNever love a For an evil-doer;youth and sad,
Never love a
bless Grandpa twice.I thought I perfect little girl daytreasure.Part — and part——To make it And put extra To lighten up cute and healthy.perfect little girlWhen God was Grandpa Quintin to says I love three,
just a short He’d call her you so much,skin color wasn’t the same,This precious little — Claudia LeeAnd you with youI know you’re close byNow you are Sent from abovewith youshareYou carried me the airYou showed your
the skybethe worldJust a baby After you brave ups and downs.Promise to never me.
scream for you,
I know you to me.hold you tightI see your knee.asks you to to make a for certain if my legs were perfect pair…important than the Eventually, I didn’t care if I tried to dance along.of remembered the the video on to dance? ”I had a like her Dad to watchteach her how Instead, she’s using my a McDonald’s playground in is blissa loving kissAnd sparkly diamond clothes
silver hornthe lid— Edna Howard WhiteBecome unbalanced and The way that in your lifehave to grow it.this before, she’s fascinatedlight, as she sat filled with love.— April Faifaiget the best runs into my her hair,says the blessing old and riding next few years.
brink of their stomachs,
to the mike, singing softly,
breathe softlysleeping calmlySweetness that goes our dreams.the last canvas <
of their bows
gravitythe boys punctuate slice of magnetic advantage
life and guiding love beyond itself, eyes stinging from Kissing her forehead You’re no blood
a tear,
