Haiku Poems About Grandmother | Grandmother Haiku Poems

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wrinkles and gray hair
aging bones creak and crackle
wisdom in her eyes

in my blooming past
grandma was a beautician
who valued my words




Dedicated to the memory of my late paternal grandmother, Mamie Regulus.

grandparent's farmland
passed down through generations
apple peach trees grow

overgrown pathways
barb wire fence contains thorned bush
wild berries florish

sweet potato pie
my grandmother used to make
i will always miss....

Excitement oozes

Out of my soul and Grand- heart

Grandchildren are here

early summer morn 

blueberry pancakes  served warm

apron stained, with love

Bouquet in mansion
Furnish by the most priceless
Can't outweigh her love

Agrarian harvest
And all the nature's beauty  
Can't surpass her heart

She's her children's spouse
A companion to her hobby
...Her caring tranquil

Right way sure her way
Her prayer is excellence
...Can't banish such soul.

grits, eggs, and bacon
made home fresh by grandma's hands
making my start fresh

longest day
dipping cornbread
in buttermilk

Published Modern Haiku

grandma's garden

a missing rose

lay on her stone 



longing

another Spring blooms

without you

Creepy-crawley bugs;
Grandmother Spider weaves her
many silken gems.

grandmother told me
wish upon a shooting star
all my dreams come true

grandma's anecdotes
on the back porch in summer
volumes for the mind....

wild river perch
songs Grandmother heard
caress my heart

bedridden but blessed
old lady holds her grandchild
she finds strength to BE

a falling acorn
grandmother looks at
her wrinkled hands


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1st May 2018

spotted grandma's hands
lovingly helping others
handed down softly

grandmother -
traversing timelines
in a rocking chair

sipping green tea-
rattling gramma's china
spring thunder

The relative I never met
was left without a trace
of their favorite flowers

I found fake holly
to give to them, yet it was
the only gift I had

I showed them love
despite what little I had
that I couldn't before

Grandma’s
secret places
mothballed memories

gramma removes teeth...

     glasses, four limbs... stark naked

        ~ down to the fine hairs



            November 07,, 2019
           Sexyku Poetry Contest
       Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux

Grandmother Spider;
Original web artist;
Makes sculptures of silk.


 “A Succinct Treat Poetry Contest”, 
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner

aloft on the breeze
a white feather softly falls
touch of an angel

Cheater Peter
Haiku

An old man
trying to cheat on his wife
Hit with a cane

Singer
Haiku

Beautiful old woman
Singing at the shower room
Dogs are howling

grandparent's farmhouse
years of fun hiding in rooms
i really miss them

sobo calls sofu
Partaker of garden scape
he looks up smiling

for Grace Haven
1908 - 1998

her passion flower vine
lines the ceiling front to back
grandmother's greenhouse

If hate was diamond 
crowns, it could be hard for kind
queens to put them on. 

September 27/2023

Eyes that see the world,
Dawn and twilight in seasons,
Eyes closed in autumn.



September 26, 2022.
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest,
Brian Strand.

                                 sifting flour...

                                 the wry smile

                                 in grandma's eyes

victorian jet
long string of well-crafted beads
treasured memento

sepia image
with grandmother wearing beads
past elegance viewed

my own photograph
wearing the same string of jet
family heirloom

tenderly cared for 
once full of vegetation 
part of the yard now