Grandma's are sent from up above,
They hold you tight, they give you love.
But what would a grandma be,
Without a grandchild on her knee?
Grandma's house just seems to bleak.
They used to visit every week,
And grandma made a supper that,
Would fill you up, and make you fat.
Time has made them grow up tall,
And grandma's been there through it all.
Christmas eve and birthday joy,
With grandma's little girl and boy.
But they don't visit much now,
With all they've got to do, and how,
They feel so bad when she's not well.
But they'd help her up if she ever fell.
Grandma's grandchildren are to old,
To sit with grandma and to hold,
Her in their arms, like times before.
Now she just wants them to visit more.
Because they love her now they must,
Make a commitment she can trust.
"If you need us make a call,
We'll be here with you through it all."
this is very good...but I agree it is difficult to write a forced poem..my poems seem to be inspired by an emotion that flows either with great intensity..or just a visual that pops it in my head..I wrote a poem for my sister that took me for ever..words did not seem to express what I wanted to say..they seemed to meager