Grandparents poems And Poetry

My First Home Run

My first home run, It was so much fun

Watching it fly over the fence

My dad was there, In that mid-June air

At home plate we celebrated.

My friends were waiting, To give me five

And my coach said,with a smile

Way to go young man.

A little boy, filled with joy

Brought that ball back to me

I held it tight, with all my might

One person I wanted to see

Just down the road, my Grandpa you know

He will be proud, my dad told me so

I busted in, with a monstrous grin

And went to his drawer, to grab a pen

To put my official stamp on it.

The date and year, I put them here

But more importantly, This prideful thing

I wrote on it, the following

-YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HIS FACE-

“To Gramps My First Home Run

From Me To You With Love, ACE”

He Passed Away, A Few Years Back

It doesn’t take much, to hear him laugh

And when he left, I put the ball in his lap

With him it will always stay.

I thought I had you Grandpa

I thought I had a Grandpa who loved me through and through
I thought I had a Grandpa who might write to say I love you

I thought I had a Grandpa who would always be there
I thought I had a Grandpa who knew how much he cared

I thought I had a Grandpa who loved me through and through
Oh My Dear Grandpa I am only two

I don’t quite understand why I don’t hear from you
Oh my Dear Grandpa what ever did I do?

I just wonder Grandpa do you even know
I am just so little and my heart is broken so

I thought I had a Grandpa who would be my Bestest Friend
Oh my Dear Grandpa so soon could this be the end?

Your still alive and healthy, could be there if you tried
I love you oh Dear Grandpa , wish you were on my side.

I thought I had a Grandpa or was he just a dream a childish wish
Oh my Dear Grandpa why does it have to be like this.