Grandparent Poem

Grandparent
Poem
Directions: Write a poem about a grandparent. Use imagery to show the reader
what kind of person this is and what your relationship was like. If you don’t
remember or never new your grandparents then write about someone who is
elderly or rely on your imagination.
Guided Imagery Questions
Hypothetical Situation: You have just arrived at the home of a grandparent for a
visit .
Describe the grandparent’s face.
Discribe his or her hands.
Can you think of a metaphor that would create a vivid picture of the face or
hands
Describe his or her smell.
Describe the aroma of the room.
What objects in the house have meaning for you
How is the house decorated
What is he or she doing at the time of your arrival
Relate one of the stories he or she tells you.
Relate your favorite memories.
You’re Not Really Gone
Megan Steelman ’96
Your house is still here,
your clothes aren’t gone,
your alarm is still set for five a.m.
and the page in your book is marked.
Nothing has changed since you left’
everything is right where you left it.
The bread and butter pickles
haven’t moved an inch.
They’re still in the back row
on the third shelf.
I wonder if you still think about me
now that you’ve moved on.
I now you do every once in a while.
That’s why you can’t really be gone.
Your memory is still here.
Along with your tin can,
always filled with candy…

for us kids to sneak some out,
when you pretend that you’re not looking…
All For the Love of Grandpa
Denise Roby ’94
The hero of the family,
At least that’s what I called him.
Nobody knew him like I did.
The nights we would go for drives,
In his big brown Cadillac
With the windows rolled down,
My hair blowing in the wind,
And his shiny white bald head
Enjoying the cold salty fresh air.
Nobody would talk,
Silence, but the silence was good.
Days in the rowboat out along the lagoon.
We would row in his aqua green and white machine,
Until our arms could row no more.
Then we would just sit
Out in the middle of the water,
And laugh
About nothing,
It was a dream.
At times I thought the world
Consisted of him and me only,
Nobody else.
Maybe that’s how I wanted to see it,
Until I saw him no more.
The smoking.
It caught up with him.
A nightmare to all, especially me.
The man I loved more than the world itself,
Gone forever to heaven.
Many days I cried,
And many days I died,
But always I just remembered.
So many memories,
All of them good.
They live in my heart
Until all of a sudden I should.