As a child I remember you sitting
In your rocker by the door
Watching me at play just like
A hundred times before
I remember how you smiled at me
The gentle touch of your hand
But I was so busy with play
I didn't understand
I remember the times you stood
By my bed at night
You took away all the monsters
You made everything allright
How I took for granted the
Countless things done for me
But when you are a child
Sometimes you just don't see
All my life you sacrificed
Showed me that you care
Oh, how it hurts Grandma
To see your empty rocking chair
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As a child I didn't realize
The love you had for me
Now that I'm grown up Grandma,
I can finally see
You sacrificed SO much
Many times you went without
Thinking I didn't notice
What you were about
So involved with my toys
I never got to KNOW you
Your likes....Your dislikes..
Or the things you liked to do
I never learned your dreams
Or your goals in life
Did you have happiness
Or years of work and strife
All my life your sacrificed
Showed me that your care
Oh, how it hurts Grandma
To see your empty rocking chair
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After all the years of struggling
To give me a better life
Your empty rocking chair cuts
Into me like a knife
If only I had realized
How much you meant to me
Or knew just how lonely being
Without you would be
Forgive me Grandma, for all
The things I failed to do
To make your life easier
To show my love to you
I wish I could hug you Grandma
Make you understand
Sit and have a talk with you
Reach and take your hand
All my life you sacrificed
Showed how much you care
Oh how it hurts Grandma
To see your empty rocking chair
You outdid yourself with this very moving, well-written ttribute to your grandmother. You poem is the best thing I've read in a good while, I shant forget it. (shant?)
Oh, this is so very touching, but the character need'nt feel so guilty. Grandma had a lot of smarts. She knew all about kids, what they did, how they thought, in other words, she lived long enough to know what to expect from kids. They're selfish and selfcentered.
Grandma knew.
I can remember my grandma sitting in her rocker doing needlework, and I remember thinking how bored she must be. But she emroidered pillowcases for each one of us - I still have mine to this day. It's one of my most cherished treasures from her.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful write, Linda.
Hugs!
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Reviewed by CHRIS CYR (Reader)
Reviewed on September 1, 2004
Dear Linda,
this poem is beautiful and sad.i'm sure all grandmas out there know how much they were loved.I have 11 grand children and they all know how much i love them even tho they are busy doing there own things.If this is about your granma be sure that she knew in her own way as i do my grandchildren......chris
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I lost my Grandma last year and
I think of her every day. What a Emotive
and Perfect poem!
Love,
Becca
Allen
Grandma knew.
Love, Bonnie
Love Tinka
the only grandparent I really ever knew and loved.
Wonderful write my friend........
Thank you for sharing this beautiful write, Linda.
Hugs!
Evil Lives on I Know You Are In Pain I'd Wish I Could Hold your Hand I Know Pain Will Go Aawy,i.e. So Soon This Will Come Too Pass_ In Blink Of Your Eye ,Turn, I'll Be There---Be Ready!
Yor Friend,TRASK
this poem is beautiful and sad.i'm sure all grandmas out there know how much they were loved.I have 11 grand children and they all know how much i love them even tho they are busy doing there own things.If this is about your granma be sure that she knew in her own way as i do my grandchildren......chris