Tag: Gigglinggranny
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Poem about life
Strength – Strong, but not always so, Strength built on life of woe. Lessons learned often hard. Life rebuilt from torn shard. Never quit, kept up fight. To friends often a plight. – Secret I wish to share, I watched… always aware. Looked to others mishaps, And to their joys perhaps. Mimicking those that work,…
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Poem about grief
Grief – No crying at death’s bed. Could not find tears to shed. Wanted told, what to do. Your strong, instead heard coo. – Watched close, forbid to think. Lost, hidden sorrow. . . sink. Robbed of grief, such a loss. Upon sadness grows moss. – Cold I feel, no grief done. Am I strong?…
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Poem About my granddaughter
Kindergarten Basketball – There once was a girl who could run. At basket ball, running, has fun. Score, she has not yet. Ball can’t reach the net. Hands held high, defense plied, we won! . – June Nash…
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Poem about my grandson
Crawling Baby There once was a boy on blue carpet Crawling, not toddling, not ready yet Constantly he’ll talk But still does not walk. Catching him at this pace, is no sweat. . – June Nash Another…
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Poem about Sharing Life
Share Life’s Load – Find a protector, a guardian. Someone to help you, to take you in. Give up your life to her or to him. Everything has it’s cost, you’ll not win. – Be own man, woman, if you prefer. Be independent, that is the cure. Being alone, sounds lonely, that’s sure. This also…
June Nash 