Grandma, with love.... Music click ~♫ Put your head on my shoulder
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~ To My Grandma ~
Dear Gran, Oh, how glad I am, you belong within my heart,
I am forever blessed, with the love that you impart
You touch me with a kindness, you share with me your faith
You give me treasured gifts, in sweet and tender ways
For all you'll always be, your loving words and gentle eyes
God bless you, my sweet Grandma
I thank God you're mine.
Soft Whispers for a Grandma from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
My Grandma's hand so tender, My Grandma's prayer so pure
My Grandma's loving heart
Forever will endure
~ Blossoms~
Dear Gran, Oh, how glad I am, you belong within my heart,
I am forever blessed, with the love that you impart
You touch me with a kindness, you share with me your faith
You give me treasured gifts, in sweet and tender ways
For all you'll always be, your loving words and gentle eyes
God bless you, my sweet Grandma
I thank God you're mine.
Soft Whispers for a Grandma from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
My Grandma's hand so tender, My Grandma's prayer so pure
My Grandma's loving heart
Forever will endure
~ Blossoms~
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~ Flowers For You Grandma ~
God hug you dear Grandma, I hope you have fun,
'Cause you are my most special, Grandma I love
I send you these flowers, to bless you today
May Jesus fill you with fragrance, to warm you always
So take from my hand, and touch to your cheek
To know I am here loving you to bits
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © March 2009
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
God hug you dear Grandma, I hope you have fun,
'Cause you are my most special, Grandma I love
I send you these flowers, to bless you today
May Jesus fill you with fragrance, to warm you always
So take from my hand, and touch to your cheek
To know I am here loving you to bits
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © March 2009
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
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~ A Grandmother's Love ~
Your lips whisper softly, kind words of praise,
Your strong hands caress cold fears away.
Your shining eyes glow, from sweet peace within,
Your silver hair reveals the years you have seen.
Your tender heart beats, with a kind gentle love,
Your soul carries peace, from your Lord up above.
Your arms reach to hold, all those that you bless,
To welcome us all, in the warmth of your nest.
Your spirit responds, to the tears that we cry,
Your thoughts remain calm, with God as your guide.
Your back may be sore, from the years of great care,
Yet, your face fills with warmth, from the love that you bear.
Your prayers lift the burdens, so we will not fall,
Your love is so precious, that you give to us all.
Thank you dear Grandmother, YOU we adore.
Happy Mother's Day Grandma
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
A GrandMother's Love
Your arms were always open when I needed a hug.
Your heart understood when I needed a friend
Your gentle eyes told me when I needed to learn.
Your strength and love guided, my wings to fly.
-Sarah Malin~
Your strong hands caress cold fears away.
Your shining eyes glow, from sweet peace within,
Your silver hair reveals the years you have seen.
Your tender heart beats, with a kind gentle love,
Your soul carries peace, from your Lord up above.
Your arms reach to hold, all those that you bless,
To welcome us all, in the warmth of your nest.
Your spirit responds, to the tears that we cry,
Your thoughts remain calm, with God as your guide.
Your back may be sore, from the years of great care,
Yet, your face fills with warmth, from the love that you bear.
Your prayers lift the burdens, so we will not fall,
Your love is so precious, that you give to us all.
Thank you dear Grandmother, YOU we adore.
Happy Mother's Day Grandma
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
A GrandMother's Love
Your arms were always open when I needed a hug.
Your heart understood when I needed a friend
Your gentle eyes told me when I needed to learn.
Your strength and love guided, my wings to fly.
-Sarah Malin~
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~ For My Grandma ~
Any time, dear Grandma, is when I miss you most
When I'm wishing you were here, wishing you were close
I've been thinking of so many things, to you I'd love to send
But I know the very best you like, is the way we're best of friends
May God bless you dearest Grandma, on this day and always
Thank you for your loving heart, I love you every day
Now dear Grandma I need to give you, a hug and one sweet kiss
For keeping warm upon your cheek, for you I always miss
Have a special day Grandma
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2007
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Life is so very beautiful in the giving of all our love to those
who need our love the most ~ blossoms~
Any time, dear Grandma, is when I miss you most
When I'm wishing you were here, wishing you were close
I've been thinking of so many things, to you I'd love to send
But I know the very best you like, is the way we're best of friends
May God bless you dearest Grandma, on this day and always
Thank you for your loving heart, I love you every day
Now dear Grandma I need to give you, a hug and one sweet kiss
For keeping warm upon your cheek, for you I always miss
Have a special day Grandma
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2007
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Life is so very beautiful in the giving of all our love to those
who need our love the most ~ blossoms~
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~ Grandma Are You In Me ~
Oh Grandma, when you look at me, what there do you see,
As you watch me come, do I wake a memory.
Is it your eyes you watch, that blink so tenderly,
Or the way you walked, and skipped so playfully.
Is my hair all soft like yours, shining in the sun,
My little button nose, or the way I run for fun.
Do I have your eyebrows, your cheek bones or your lips,
Tell me true, like you, do they pucker for a kiss.
If I tilt my head just so, does that somehow make you glow
In the fond remembrance of days you used to know.
Have I your merry laugh, or blush upon my cheek,
Oh, I hope I have your faith Grandma, at least a little bit
I want to have your Jesus, from within your heart so true,
Will He come to live with me, and hold my hand like you,
I love you so, my Grandma, how happy I would be
If you thought that some of you, showed in the ways of me..
Soft Whispers for Grandma from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
And Grandma's love, is a love, that will last til the end of time.
I see a wonderful future, I see a house full of love.
Your eyes, they twinkle like starlight. 'cause God has kissed you from above
MCS music.net © 2004-2008
Oh Grandma, when you look at me, what there do you see,
As you watch me come, do I wake a memory.
Is it your eyes you watch, that blink so tenderly,
Or the way you walked, and skipped so playfully.
Is my hair all soft like yours, shining in the sun,
My little button nose, or the way I run for fun.
Do I have your eyebrows, your cheek bones or your lips,
Tell me true, like you, do they pucker for a kiss.
If I tilt my head just so, does that somehow make you glow
In the fond remembrance of days you used to know.
Have I your merry laugh, or blush upon my cheek,
Oh, I hope I have your faith Grandma, at least a little bit
I want to have your Jesus, from within your heart so true,
Will He come to live with me, and hold my hand like you,
I love you so, my Grandma, how happy I would be
If you thought that some of you, showed in the ways of me..
Soft Whispers for Grandma from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
And Grandma's love, is a love, that will last til the end of time.
I see a wonderful future, I see a house full of love.
Your eyes, they twinkle like starlight. 'cause God has kissed you from above
MCS music.net © 2004-2008
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~ Grandma's Kitchen Window ~
The very quiet things, in the stillness of a day puncture our solitude...
Whisking our minds so far away to another time and place
The picturesque lines held in creativity, in balance, made of light and shadow...
make our thoughts flow in a grateful dance
The depth of color, misty hue, in remembrance we have known, recalling pungent feelings
Making pictures in our mind... that emerge from long ago
The looking out beyond, the contrasts of the near and far,
Seeing much by soulful art, echoing a loveliness... something special to impart
I can see you in my memory... I can see you with my heart
Soft Whispers I remember from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
Grandmother's are Mothers topped with apron frosting
All the feeling my Grandma didn't have words for, now I understand,
she gave me with love, from her apron wiping hands
~blossoms~
The very quiet things, in the stillness of a day puncture our solitude...
Whisking our minds so far away to another time and place
The picturesque lines held in creativity, in balance, made of light and shadow...
make our thoughts flow in a grateful dance
The depth of color, misty hue, in remembrance we have known, recalling pungent feelings
Making pictures in our mind... that emerge from long ago
The looking out beyond, the contrasts of the near and far,
Seeing much by soulful art, echoing a loveliness... something special to impart
I can see you in my memory... I can see you with my heart
Soft Whispers I remember from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
Grandmother's are Mothers topped with apron frosting
All the feeling my Grandma didn't have words for, now I understand,
she gave me with love, from her apron wiping hands
~blossoms~
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~ Grandma-Her Apron ~
'Twas such a lovely flappy thing I remember....as she waved....
Grandma's apron in the wind, overflowing all she gave
Swishing dust and grubby faces, squeezing warm to that embrace
Firewood, for that cozy hearth,flowed from her pinny's grace
Pie apples, berries, lemons, corn, pecans, peas n' beans
Grandma gathered with her love, to care for you and me
Yet, 'twasn't gentle folds of cloth, but the hands that bore it so
'Twas how she held that love, that caused our hearts to glow
We didn't know, in all the living, how secure in her we felt
All the loving that she managed, our hearts to softly melt
For, when we look back now, swirling pictures in our mind
'Tis the apron wiping hands, portrayed such love divine
Then where today is Grandma's apron, the starched cloth, embroidered art
Why, 'twould never fall to tatters, for we keep her in our heart
Oh, the comfort of the memory, our eyes o'erflow with tears
God's selfless apron-Grandma's... blessed every darling dear
Soft memorable Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
The very best device kept from those days of yore,
A tool so very useful for nearly every chore
Is not the modern kitchen, utensils by the score
but the hearty steadfast apron, that every Grandma wore
~blossoms~
Music click ~ ♫ I'll Be Loving You Always ♫
'Twas such a lovely flappy thing I remember....as she waved....
Grandma's apron in the wind, overflowing all she gave
Swishing dust and grubby faces, squeezing warm to that embrace
Firewood, for that cozy hearth,flowed from her pinny's grace
Pie apples, berries, lemons, corn, pecans, peas n' beans
Grandma gathered with her love, to care for you and me
Yet, 'twasn't gentle folds of cloth, but the hands that bore it so
'Twas how she held that love, that caused our hearts to glow
We didn't know, in all the living, how secure in her we felt
All the loving that she managed, our hearts to softly melt
For, when we look back now, swirling pictures in our mind
'Tis the apron wiping hands, portrayed such love divine
Then where today is Grandma's apron, the starched cloth, embroidered art
Why, 'twould never fall to tatters, for we keep her in our heart
Oh, the comfort of the memory, our eyes o'erflow with tears
God's selfless apron-Grandma's... blessed every darling dear
Soft memorable Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
The very best device kept from those days of yore,
A tool so very useful for nearly every chore
Is not the modern kitchen, utensils by the score
but the hearty steadfast apron, that every Grandma wore
~blossoms~
Music click ~ ♫ I'll Be Loving You Always ♫
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~Grandmama's Apron~
When I would visit Grandma. I was always very blessed,
by the apron that she wore, and the love that she expressed.
Always she had two, one for baking and one for outside mess.
And when that bow was tied, then Grandma's day would start.
Just a simple cloth it hung, but it was full of heart;
She used it for shooing flies away or fowl that stalked her legs.
Then it became a bountiful basket, for gathering the eggs,
And tiny just-hatched chickens, needing somewhere soft and warm
Or a li'l orphaned lambkin, born on a frosty morn
That apron carried kindling, to stoke the household fire.
And brought in a load of washing, or became a quick hairdryer.
To protect her hands, a hot pad, to lift up steaming pans,
and when anyone was overheated, she waved it as a fan.
If cold, she wrapped up babies, or even her own arms,
At dinner time, she'd flag it, to bring men in from the farm,
Dirty ears and tender tears, were always sweetly wiped,
and it became a hiding place, if little kids were shy.
Vegies any season, in the summer, spring and fall,
were brought to the kitchen table in that apron carry-all.
Any pie fruits she collected, were secure with apron pins
When peas were shelled, the hulls were tipped out to the hens.
Oh, how much that trusty apron, could dust all down the hall
If unexpected guests turned up, with a sudden friendly call.
One day Grandma went to glory, God called her to rest
'Cause from her life of apron loving, so many had been blessed.
(unknown)
1. The Apron Book: Making, Wearing, And Sharing a Bit of Cloth ...
2. An apron a day 2008 poem-about-Grandma's-apron
When I would visit Grandma. I was always very blessed,
by the apron that she wore, and the love that she expressed.
Always she had two, one for baking and one for outside mess.
And when that bow was tied, then Grandma's day would start.
Just a simple cloth it hung, but it was full of heart;
She used it for shooing flies away or fowl that stalked her legs.
Then it became a bountiful basket, for gathering the eggs,
And tiny just-hatched chickens, needing somewhere soft and warm
Or a li'l orphaned lambkin, born on a frosty morn
That apron carried kindling, to stoke the household fire.
And brought in a load of washing, or became a quick hairdryer.
To protect her hands, a hot pad, to lift up steaming pans,
and when anyone was overheated, she waved it as a fan.
If cold, she wrapped up babies, or even her own arms,
At dinner time, she'd flag it, to bring men in from the farm,
Dirty ears and tender tears, were always sweetly wiped,
and it became a hiding place, if little kids were shy.
Vegies any season, in the summer, spring and fall,
were brought to the kitchen table in that apron carry-all.
Any pie fruits she collected, were secure with apron pins
When peas were shelled, the hulls were tipped out to the hens.
Oh, how much that trusty apron, could dust all down the hall
If unexpected guests turned up, with a sudden friendly call.
One day Grandma went to glory, God called her to rest
'Cause from her life of apron loving, so many had been blessed.
(unknown)
1. The Apron Book: Making, Wearing, And Sharing a Bit of Cloth ...
2. An apron a day 2008 poem-about-Grandma's-apron
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~ Giving Thanks For Grandma ~
Thanks giving is so special, when to Grandma's heart I go,
Whether near or far we'll be together, and this we're glad to know.
For Grandma's love is ever reaching, beyond all space and time,
I thank God for my Grandma, and I'm so glad she's mine.
I shall celebrate with Grandma, for her love is such a feast,
I'm with Grandma, she's with me, because our love is sweet.
God took hold my hand one day, and with His loving heart,
He placed my hand in hers to keep, and said we'd never part.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
Thanks giving is so special, when to Grandma's heart I go,
Whether near or far we'll be together, and this we're glad to know.
For Grandma's love is ever reaching, beyond all space and time,
I thank God for my Grandma, and I'm so glad she's mine.
I shall celebrate with Grandma, for her love is such a feast,
I'm with Grandma, she's with me, because our love is sweet.
God took hold my hand one day, and with His loving heart,
He placed my hand in hers to keep, and said we'd never part.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
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~Just For You Grandma~
This is just for you Grandma, with a very big warm hug,
Cause I love the way you always have such fun
I send to you this posy, to bless your heart today
May it fill your heart with joy, to warm your heart always
So take this from my heart, and hold it in your hand
To know I'm always loving you the very best I can
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © March 2009
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
This is just for you Grandma, with a very big warm hug,
Cause I love the way you always have such fun
I send to you this posy, to bless your heart today
May it fill your heart with joy, to warm your heart always
So take this from my heart, and hold it in your hand
To know I'm always loving you the very best I can
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © March 2009
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
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~ A Rose For Grandma's Day ~
For your special day Grandma I've been dreaming up a gift,
Something that will touch your heart, yet, something I can give.
For, here I am so very far, too far to bake a cake,
No matter how delicious, for you I'd like to make.
Too far to have a visit, and take you out to tea,
To sit together in a cafe, and share a special treat.
Too far to bring a present, and watch while you unwrap,
A gift that I could choose, your room to nicely match.
Yes, too far for that delight, but, I found a very pretty rose,
Representing how I feel, just to let you always know.
My heart is with you dearest Gran, with tender thoughts of love,
My prayer for you is somehow now, you will feel my gentle hug.
God Bless you today and always dear Grandma
Have a Happy Mother's Day
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © May 2009
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
"A gathering of roses God's gift of love for you, may all your days be filled with joy dear Gran
and all your dreams come true."
For your special day Grandma I've been dreaming up a gift,
Something that will touch your heart, yet, something I can give.
For, here I am so very far, too far to bake a cake,
No matter how delicious, for you I'd like to make.
Too far to have a visit, and take you out to tea,
To sit together in a cafe, and share a special treat.
Too far to bring a present, and watch while you unwrap,
A gift that I could choose, your room to nicely match.
Yes, too far for that delight, but, I found a very pretty rose,
Representing how I feel, just to let you always know.
My heart is with you dearest Gran, with tender thoughts of love,
My prayer for you is somehow now, you will feel my gentle hug.
God Bless you today and always dear Grandma
Have a Happy Mother's Day
Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © May 2009
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart
"A gathering of roses God's gift of love for you, may all your days be filled with joy dear Gran
and all your dreams come true."
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~ A Grandma Is God's Gift ~
A Grandma's love is very special, a love that has no equal
For she's the one who knows, just how to make us giggle.
She has a tender smile, as her face lights up with praise,
Her presence somehow brightens up, the gloomiest of days.
She has a heart that understands, to dry a painful tear,
And always prays we won't be hurt, by any thing we fear.
Her care and thoughtful wisdom, are blessings from above,
Yes, God planned a very precious gift,
when He gave us Grandma's love.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
A Grandma's love is very special, a love that has no equal
For she's the one who knows, just how to make us giggle.
She has a tender smile, as her face lights up with praise,
Her presence somehow brightens up, the gloomiest of days.
She has a heart that understands, to dry a painful tear,
And always prays we won't be hurt, by any thing we fear.
Her care and thoughtful wisdom, are blessings from above,
Yes, God planned a very precious gift,
when He gave us Grandma's love.
Soft Whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 2011
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Shhh...now here's a special secret,
but it is very true, Grandma, do you know it...
My heart belongs to YOU
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
"If becoming a grandmother was only a matter of choice,
I should advise every one of you straight away to become one. There is no fun for old people like it!"
~Hannah Whithall Smith~
but it is very true, Grandma, do you know it...
My heart belongs to YOU
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
"If becoming a grandmother was only a matter of choice,
I should advise every one of you straight away to become one. There is no fun for old people like it!"
~Hannah Whithall Smith~
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❤ Everything my grandma does...
is something special made with love. She takes time to add the extra touch that says, "I love you very much." She fixes hurts with a kiss and smile and tells good stories grandma-style. It's warm and cozy on her lap for secret telling or a nap. And when I say my prayers at night I ask God to bless and hold her tight. 'Cause when it comes to giving hugs my grandma's arms are filled with love. ~unknown |
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Grandma cards
1. Grandmother's love 2. To my precious Grandmother 3. What you give to me Gran 4. Happy Mother's day Grandma 5. Grandmother's front porch 6. Grandma's love 7. Granny' s oven 8. Special Love for Granny pal 9. Grandma's special thread 10. Grandma's Sew loving 11. My grandma reading. 12. Circle of love 13. To someone special on Mother's day  |
