If you are lucky
You get to be a granny
And get showered with a loving smile
That stretches over a distant mile..
You get to calm their fears
You get to charge their gears
You lend your ears to hear
What’s meant for only your ear..
You spur them on forward
You guide them along the way
And they will with a kiss
Your loving kindness pay..
Your arms are always waiting
To fold them with loving care
And they will tiny secrets
With you, quite often, share
You protect them from the world
When taunts at them are hurled
You are their secret friend
For whom all rules you bend..
When parents are too busy
To look after their brood
It’s definitely the grandparents
Who lend a protective hood
They now have time to spare
To shower their loving care -
I am glad to be a granny
It’s a privilege that comes with age
And you get to shape the kids
In your exclusive image
And at night
When they cling with fright
And clutch your arms and knees
the monsters their mind does see
will surely turn and flee
A gentle kiss
On their heads
Will give them solace and peace
As you cover their tender souls
With a blanket made of fleece…
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
How very endearing & sweet .. this also applies to us Grampy's 😎💛🌻👍
Yes of course- as they say we bond with our grandchildren than our kids 😂and all or most grandparents are glad to have this beautiful bonding 💅🙏🏼💐
This is a joyous piece that I can identify with as a grandfather. If I could have had grandkids without having children I would have had hundreds.
Safina, I really connected with how nurturing this feels throughout. The poem understands grandparenthood not just as affection, but as protection, listening, guidance, and emotional refuge. Beautifully written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
There’s a steady kind of love here—the kind that doesn’t rush, just shows up and stays,
Soft hands, strong spine, holding the night back so a child can dream in safer ways.
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