by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
A rainy, gloomy day
Confined by social distancing
Feeling very much alone
I reached out to Margie
Who comes here once a month
To help with my house cleaning
She is coming here tomorrow
Now I have a task to do
Cardboard boxes from Amazon
Quarantining in my bath tub
Need breaking down
Cheering me with useful work
A second joy brightened me
Grandson James soon college bound
Texted me an invitation
Supper out and conversation
Wonderful way to say goodbye
We’re going Tuesday night
Good things come in threes they say
While washing dishes after lunch
Playing favorite old CD’s
I heard All The Things You Are
And traveled back to my teen years
Chills and goosebumps still intact
Being Family Grandchildren Memories Poetry Small wonders
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Raise your sails high
But don’t pull up anchor
Keep dreaming and planning
This can’t last forever
Keep flow in your life
Laugh, enjoy your friends
Family spirit enfolds you
With love and uplifting
Amazing new things
Bloom in our culture
Hard times’ bestow change
Endurance conquers
Rejoice in small moments
Taste your good cooking
Connections are precious
Zoom where you will
I love you, Bobby
You’re so dear to me
Stay safe and healthy
Until good times roll
For my grandson on his twenty-first birthday
A Birthday Shared A Grandmother's Love A suffering world Change Grandchildren Poetry
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
First there was the bowl of amaryllis bulbs my son and his wife gave me for Christmas. There were five bulbs the size of softballs. Each bulb had two shoots that promised glorious blooms. Today ten scarlet amaryllis flowers form a small shrub offset brilliantly by the clean white snow outside my window. I wanted to take a picture of the amaryllis to show my son and daughter-in-law who live in Minneapolis. But I don’t know how to do this with my smart phone. I would have to wait until one of my Cleveland grandchildren showed up to do this for me.
Yesterday my project was to print the Haiku I wrote two days ago on greeting cards using a Microsoft Word format so I could send each grandchild a Valentine. I discovered that Word greeting cards aren’t very flexible and don’t allow for the Haiku structure. I finally gave up and sent my grandchildren texts. As I texted each Haiku my phone remembered the words for me and had memorized my Haiku by the time I sent the last one. Then there was the fun of receiving texts back from each grandchild.
With the success of my Haiku greetings I decided to see if I could take photos of my amaryllis. And I somehow did.
Challenged by technology Grandchildren Haiku Valentines
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Your sails set just so
Edging out of the harbor
Adventures await
Your talents galore
Steer the way toward your future
What work will you choose?
Now time to linger
With family and roommates
Cook up a fine meal.
Grandchildren Haiku New beginnings Transition
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
At age five or six
Curiosity took hold
Drove you to explore
Everything fair game
You created ways to play
Drove me to despair
AHA moment struck
Finally I saw revealed
Genius in you
Mysteries to me
Your knowledge of how things work
Produced summer job
James, I’m proud of you
College years begin next fall
New things to explore
A Grandmother's Love Grandchildren Haiku
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Gears in your mind turn
Creative thinking evolves
Your own signature
Your zest steers a path
You envision future days
My heart swells with pride
I treasure today
Creating Eggs Benedict
Simply sharing love
A Birthday Shared A Grandmother's Love Being Family Grandchildren Haiku
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
You’re starting off on a brand-new decade
Charting your path along your own lines
Finding your way to the world that awaits you
Charged with energy, confidence and faith
Your family behind you as your new journey begins
I remember well the first time I met you
Wrapped in a red blanket I think still exists
My role as grandmother began in that moment
I had my learning to do just like you
As time went by we taught one another
When you took me to lunch a few weeks ago
You asked my advice on where we should eat
We agreed on a restaurant and were on our way
Only not in the direction that I remembered
I was quite lost but deferred to you
When we arrived it was the same restaurant
But a different location from the one I suggested
I had not realized that it was a chain
Though our minds worked together toward a common goal
I thought time might be upon us to change place as leaders
Written on the occasion of my grandson’s twentieth birthday
A Grandmother's Love Poetry
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Formerly I learned a lot
Traveling my wisest teacher
Newer lessons bid me stay
Listen to my changing body
Adventure seemed activity
Ready for the rubbish pile
Until on stage appeared two grandsons
Brothers with licenses to drive
Full of who they plan to be
What journeys focused in their sights
Which college lessons are required
Still loving Grandma Ina
Last week extended invitations
Offered me new inspiration
First the eldest set a date
Asked my advice where we should lunch
Entered address in GPA and off we went
But not by any route I knew
Arrived at restaurant in same chain
(I didn’t know there was a chain)
My grandson turned my old to new
His brother next made plans with me
Knocked on door at time we set
Walked right in with plastic bag
Filled with ingredients to cook
Eggs Benedict tradition shared
Between us two before
He even washed the dishes
Reminded me of new and old
Ever present combination
Creating new originals
Gumbo promise for future-time
Seasoned with love and memory
Dreams and hope for generations
And altogether possible
A Grandmother's Love Generations Hope Poetry
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
When Bobby was my only grandchild, he traveled to Mexico with his parents and me for Thanksgiving. Tomorrow morning very early my son Bob, daughter-in-law Linda, grandson Bobby and his brother James fly to Mexico. Bobby is a sophomore in college and his parents expect family vacations may be coming to an end. (They haven’t considered that I’m still enjoying them in whatever form they take.) My son recognized that Bobby will also be the grandchild who rounds out our years together in Mexico. James is probably the second grandchild to begin and now to end the fun. But after Bobby, five other grandchildren arrived pretty close together and we sort of lost track of things.
So, my friends, I’ll be back with new stories to tell – more memories in the making. Happy Thanksgiving!
Being Family Family vacation Mexico Thanksgiving
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
We’re at it again
My dear grandson, James
We’ll cook and enjoy
Our Eggs Benedict
I’ll catch up on your news
And share some of mine
We’ll bask in the warmth
Of this special time
We’ll look forward to Mexico
Our Thanksgiving fling
A last family hurrah
We’ll remember it well
As we travel ahead
To your next birthday
A Grandmother's Love Being Family Making memories Poetry
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