Poems for grandparents day

Leaning on Grandpa





We leaned on you, when we were small.

You seemed to hear our every call.

We leaned on you, when we were older;

We always found a sure, strong, shoulder.



We leaned on you, as we rode along

On a camping trip. You were big and strong.

We grew accustomed to your strength,

To the love with which our hearts were linked.



We never thought of losing you,

Or knew how hard it would be to do.

We're still just little boys, you know.

And, to say good-bye just hurts us so!



When we looked at you, all dressed so grand,

Your hat beside your still, still hand ...

We leaned against your satin bed

And listened hard, as words were said.



I think, perhaps, I'll always lean

To a mem'ry that is, oh, so keen!

I leaned on your knee when you taught me to whittle.

I leaned on your arm when you told me a riddle.



I'll lean on your mem'ry. There are thousands more

That I can pull back, from my hearts door.

One day I'll be grown, with a boy just like me,

And I'll remember,,, how little boys...need to lean.



A Little Bit Like You



Grandma,



Is there anything about me

That makes you think of you,

Something in the way I talk

Or in the things I do?



Can you see yourself a little bit?

Oh, could it just be true ~

That in my most becoming ways,

I'm a little bit like you?



Grandma,



Just roll back the years.

Remember long dark curls?

I know (for Daddy told me)

Grandmas, too, were little girls.



Remember when the lovely days

Of childhood were your own?

Do I remind you, a teeny bit,

Of happy days at home?



Grandma,



I think you're special

And it would please me, to no end,

To think I made you reminisce

About a girl back then;



With soft brown eyes and long dark curls.

Oh, Grandma! Say it's true,

That in some sweet and tender way,

I remind yourself of you!







© by Joan Clifton Costner