Loving Grandma Poems Novels & Stories

I whispered back with a grin. “I know, whatever shall we do?" He kissed my forehead and bid us bye. I turned back to the woman I have come to confirm as my Grandma. Grandma? I never thought I would call anyone that after my mom's mother died three years after my Dad died. I cried again for such a loss that made me remember my Dad's death whose face was seemingly fading in my head. It was baffling to an eight-year old that the grandma who she always made lemonade with every summer, or went on a date with every weekend in the summer they spent together because grandma always said she wanted to set the standard high so that I knew what it meant to be loved right and no man could ever treat me l

“Oh, Harlow! Don’t be wound so tight! Don’t you know this old granny has to live vicariously through you? I’m too old for a romance myself, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing about them.” “I can see that,” I said, meaning the second half of her comment. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for romance, Grandma. Aren’t any of those men from your pack that you used to have feelings for still around? Other than Horace.” I made a face at his name. I definitely didn’t want Grandma going back to that grumpy old man. “Oh, I suppose so,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “But I don’t think that’s for me. I would much rather hear about young love and know my granddaughter has some nice,

I was grateful and I wanted to pay for t m by being a grandson that they're proud of. Although I haven't been doing so much of that since my grandpa never misses a point in calling out my charade with different women. But what can I say, I am like candy for sore eyes. Maybe there is a magnetic field around me because why are these ladies so attracted? I didn't have to make the move, they come for me and I can't deny ananyanyanyright to a good time with me. My Grandpa's face contoured in a mock unpleasant way as he said, "Did I miss the part where you said you missed me also, damn! Your Grandma ends up getting all the love, then what do you have for me?" He grumbles

I knew that was a petty question to ask my grandma, but I was eight, and I was desperate for some type of birthday miracle of any kind. “Mom’s not even here,” I sulked. Grandma pulled me into a hug and stroked my hair gently. With her gaze fixed on the wall behind me, she said, “Your mom is… in love right now. And the thing about love… Love can make people do some very stupid things, like being away from their sweet baby,”

Grandma teased me with a smile, and I looked at her in disbelief. “No matter where you are, as long as you are there, her eyes will always be on you.” Grandma looked up at the flying birds in the distance. “Grandma was young. Grandma knows what it's like to love someone.”. The way she looks at you is full of tenderness." “Then why doesn't she want to have a child?” I asked stubbornly. It was a knot in my heart that I couldn't ignore.

"This is to show our appreciation and to remind you that we love you." She hasn't been ok lately. Because of her husband leaving her and everything else. I've been wanting to do this for her for a while, in hopes to get her to her happy state again. She's not getting any younger, and I don't want her spending the rest of her days in misery. "Grandma, you are an incredibly hard person to be around." I say as they all erupt in laughter again. "But be around we will because there's no one in existence who'll ever take your place in our hearts." I can see a tear making its way down her cheek.

"And never, ever hold onto resentment. Don't blame Vincent anymore. Forget about him. Live your life. Find your own love and be happy." "But how can I find love when you won't be here with me, Grandma?" "Sweetheart, there will be someone out there who will love you just as much as I do," she replied, her hands cupping my cheeks. "And when you find that person, hold onto them tightly and never let them go." I nodded, my tears falling onto her cheeks. "I promise, Grandma.” Grandma closed her eyes with a sweet smile. “Olive.” “Hmm?” “Olive you so much.”

Granddad asks as he appears next to my right side. I jump a little before glancing at him and answering, "I'm not." He nods and looks across the yard at Grammy. I watch as love for my grandmother fills his eyes. "Waiting for your woman is hard. Asking your woman to be yours for all eternity is even harder...But trust me, it's worth it. The love that comes from the right woman can heal all wounds. It can make you feel invincible. You might not understand her feelings all the time...or the things she is thinking, but God made them like that. Each woman is a puzzle, a challenge... You have to be on your toes and ready. You have to be on your A-game, or you will drop the ball and lose her. Alway

Look at the two of you dancin' that way Lost in the moment and each other's face So much in love, you're alone in this place Like there's nobody else in the world I was enough for her not long ago I was her number one, she told me so And she still means the world to me, just so you know So be careful when you hold my girl Time changes everything, life must go on And I'm not gonna stand in your way But I loved her first, I held her first And a place in my heart will always be hers From the first breath, she breathed When she first smiled at me "I'm proud of the woman you have become," Grandpa says as we danced. "Thank you, grandpa." I knew the love of a father runs deep

She was seated in her favorite chair, her eyes lighting up when she saw us. " How is my favorite lady feeling now? Have you thought of my offer? " He said and hugged Grandmother. My grandmother nodded approvingly. "Good. Too many pretty faces these days without an ounce of substance behind them. I like that you are a romantic." Ryan’s smile widened. "I like it that you appreciate it as Emma doesn't. But I believe in showing the people I care about just how much they mean to me, every day." My grandmother sighed wistfully. "Oh, how I miss that kind of talk. You know, Emma’s grandfather used to write me the most beautiful love letters. Do you write, Ryan?"