Grandparents and Grandchildren Together: Grandchildren Poems

///Grandparents and Grandchildren Together: Grandchildren Poems

Grandparents and Grandchildren Together: Grandchildren Poems

Grandchildren grow so fast, where does the time go? Grandchildren start out so helpless, so dependent on those who love them…grandparents more so than ever before. There’s nothing in this world that compares to being a grandparent…no words can express the emotions that grow from the first moment grandparents learn that a grandchild will soon be part of their loving family. The following poems express some of those feelings and remind us just how fast our grandchildren do grow before our very eyes. Print Fingerprints and place your grandchild’s handprint on the paper, then frame and hang where you can see it every day or place in this personalized tray…icon

Fingerprints

(handprint poem)

Sometimes you get discouraged, because I am so small

And leave my little fingerprints On furniture and walls.

But everyday I’m growing And soon will be so tall

That all these little fingerprints Will be difficult to recall.

So here’s a little handprint That you can put away

So you will know how my fingers looked On this special day.

~~ Author Unknown ~~

We Love You

(poem to newborn or infant grandchild)

We loved you from the very start, You stole our breath, embraced our heart.

Our life together has just begun, You’re part of us our little one.

From the day we first knew, Our mind was filled with thoughts of you.

We’d daydream of the things we’d share, Like bedtime stories and teddy bears.

Like first steps & skinned knees, Like nursery rhymes and ABC’s.

We thought of things you’d want to know, Like how birds fly & flowers grow.

We thought of lessons we’d need to share, Like standing tall & playing fair.

Each nap time we lay you down to sleep, We gently kiss your head & cheek.

We count your little fingers & toes, We memorize your eyes & nose.

We linger at your nursery door, Awed each day we love you more.

Through misty eyes, we dim the light, We whisper “We Love You” every night.

We loved you from the very start, You stole our breath, embraced our heart.

As grandparents and grandchild our journey’s begun, Our heart’s yours forever little one.

~~ Author Unknown ~~

A Touch of Love

(poem for starting school, growing up too fast)

You were six months old and full of fun, With a blink of my eye, you were suddenly one.

There were so many things we were going to do, but I turned my head and you turned two.

At two, you were very dependent on me, but independence took over when you turned three.

Your third birthday; another year I tried to ignore, but when I lit the candles, there weren’t three, but four.

Four was the year that you really strived. Why, look at you now, you’re already five.

Now you are ready for books and for rules. This is the year you go to school.

The big day came, you were anxious to go. We walked to the bus going oh, so slow.

As you climbed aboard and waved good-bye, I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes.

Time goes so fast it’s hard to believe that just yesterday you were home here with me.

And tomorrow when the bus brings you home and you jump to the ground

you’ll be wearing your cap and graduation gown.

So I’m holding to these moments as hard as I can, because the next time I look, I’ll be seeing a man.

~~ Author Unknown ~~

First Day of School

(for grandchild starting school)

I used to be little, but not anymore. Tomorrow I’ll get up and walk out the door. I’m going to school–it’s the first time for me. It’s great to be big, but I’m scared as can be. My tummy’s in knots. Do you want to know why? I’m thinking that maybe, just maybe, I’ll cry. When Granddad leaves the school and I’m there all alone, I’m thinking that maybe I’ll want to go home. But wait–Grandma said I’ll play lots of new games, and meet lots of friends–I can learn all their names. The first day of school, oh there’s so much to do! There’s painting and books and a big playground, too. I used to be little, but not anymore. Tomorrow I’ll get up and walk out the door. I’m going to school–it’s my first day, you see. It’s great to be big! I’m so glad that I’m me!

~~ Author Unknown ~~

About the Author:

Grandmother of 5 great kids, retired special ed high school teacher, married since 1972 to Poppy...loves spoiling the grands, crocheting for whomever I can and charities, reading, crafts, outdoors, and blogging.

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