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2009/06/11

A Poem for My Grandpa – a Grandfather Poem

My granddaughter, Kaitlin, and I put our heads together and wrote a special Father’s Day poem for her grandfather, my husband, whom she calls Poppy. This poem is for Grandpa because she wanted a lot of grandchildren to be able to use this poem for their Grandpa. She said to tell you that you can replace the word Grandpa with Poppy, Grandfather, Grand Dad, Granddad, PopPop, or whatever loving term Grandfather is affectionately called.

A Poem for My Grandpa

My Grandpa, you are so special to me,
You teach me to be happy and free.
I love spending our fun days together,
We always find a new adventure.
You don’t mind answering my questions “Why?”,
You pick me up and carry me high.
My Grandpa, you take the time to teach,
And let me see things above my reach.
With you, I always feel safe and secure,
I’ll love you forever, ever more.
We say goodbye with a hug and kiss,
As I make a big, big special wish…
My wish for you, Grandpa, please, please don’t go.
Why? Because I love, love, love you so….

~ by Kaitlin and Nana ~

2008/09/05

A Boy Needs a Grandpa


Studies have shown that children who have a Grandpa or Grandma, or both, to support and guide them in their emotional lives are more likely to do better in school and to stay out of trouble.

If you know a young boy who doesn’t have a Grandpa in his life and you have a good relationship with his family, ask them if the boy could “adopt” you as his Grandpa. The same goes for young girls and “Grandma” relationships.

For Grandparents Day, why not start being a positive role model, a Grandparent, to a boy or girl who really needs one. Start something good…you could make a big difference in a young person’s life…and yours, too!

A Boy Needs A Grandpa

A boy needs a Grandpa…
For man-to-man talks,
To go hand in hand
On companionable walks,

To fix up his toys
When they no longer go,
To tell him the things
Little boys want to know.

A boy needs a Grandpa…
To show him the way
To handle a puppy,
To teach him fair play.

To impart bits of wisdom
He’s learned through the years,
That it’s no disgrace
For a man to shed tears.

A boy needs a Grandpa…
To sit on his lap
And if no one is looking,
They take a wee nap,

Each wrapped in an aura
Of love and esteem,
Each smiling gently
At some special dream.

~ Author Unknown ~

Grandpa's Shirt Pocket


Grandpa is always full of fun and surprises. Here is a poem for every Grandpa that brings special treats to his grandchildren hidden in his shirt pocket! What fun Grandpas are! Kaitlin and Emily’s Poppy brings Milk Duds and quarters, and sometimes Pops. It is a ritual now, he can’t leave without them getting their treats and lots of hugs and kisses.

Grandpa’s Shirt Pocket

Now some kids have a grandpa.
Some have quite a few.
But mine´s the bestest grandpa
 That anyone ever knew.

He´s not just ordinary
 He´s got a special call.
He sounds like Woody Woodpecker,
 I can hear him clear down the hall.

And boy, do I come runnin´,
 ‘Cause he´s got more you see.
He´s got a special shirt pocket
 With things in it just for me.

And if I cuddle up
 And give a great big kiss,
All kinds of little surprises come out,
 I wouldn´t want to miss.

He used to give us gum,
 But mom said, “Not any more.”
I guess she kept a findin´ it,
 Smashed into the family room floor.

But heck, I don´t even care
 And I don´t tell no fibs.
He´s got something better now.
 For our kisses we get Nibs.

But my sister likes the fire.
 He can turn it on for us.
And even the little babies
 Can blow it out without a fuss.

And then we laugh when it blows out
He makes sure it doesn´t hurt.
It´s amazing what fun there is
 In the pocket of his shirt.

But that´s not all there´s one more thing
 He rubs it on our lips quick.
He calls it his chapstick,
 But we call it our lipstick.

Some grandpa´s give kids money
 And tell them not to drop it.
But ours gives hugs and kisses
 And surprises from his pocket.

~ Author Unknown ~

2008/03/11

Poem: Grandchild to Grandpa


Grandpa, Teach It All to Me 

Grandpa,
Did Mother Goose know Dr. Seuss?
Why did the woman live in a shoe?

Grandpa,
How could a cow jump over the moon?
Why did the dish run away with the spoon?

Grandpa,
I’m going to be four.
I want to know more than before. (more…)

 

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