“Grandchildren” – A Poem by Earline Brasher – Poets Who Inspire

This beautiful poem reminds me of my 7 grandchildren, who are the apple of my eye, whom I love to the moon and back again!


Sometimes I really do wonder,
Why they are called grand?
Then I know A Loving Grandmother
Can always fully understand.
You get that important phone call
You have waited for so long,
Excitement really kicks in,
As you arrive and rush down the hall.
You see that precious baby,
Gender really doesn’t matter at all.
It brings back many memories
Of when your children were so small.
You congratulate the parents,
As you see mother and baby are o.k.,
You know without a doubt,
This was done in own God’s way.
Many sacrifices made along the way,
Are very much worthwhile,
When you see that sweet little face,
And that bright cheery smile.
Time rocks on as they grow and grow,
Then comes their future, rushing to and fro,
They will always be our babies,

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/grandchildren

I Miss You – A Poem

I can no longer hear your voice

It’s gone, but not by choice

I can no longer feel your face

Memories of You, time can’t erase

I can no longer hear your footsteps

Many nights I listened for them as I wept

Last night I dreamt of You

I melted in your arms as I used to do

I no longer hear your whispers

I am feeling more like a drifter

Drifting further out to sea

I miss You, do you miss me?