Three Poems

by my sister, Heather! These are about our grandparents and great-grandmother. Thank you, Heather, for these beautiful poems.

Poem About Granny

She was strong as strong as can be,
and now here stands a willow tree.
It represents her standing tall,
I remember it from when I was small.
We planted it when she was here,
when I look at it, it brings me tears.
Tears of laughter, shrieks, and joys,
from all the young girls and boys,
for these are her grandchildren children can't you see,
playing in the willow tree.

Nanny's Cooking

The kitchen was filled with good smells and love,
we miss her great meals, she is now up above.
Cooking was her favorite thing,
I bet Papa felt like a king.
Everyone would clear their plates,
nobody could resist the wait.
Over the last helping we would fight,
each and every single night.

Papa Brown

Papa Brown is always working,
always up to something, always smirking.
Practical joker, you better watch out...
For his mongoose is out and about!
Walk up to the cage if you dare,
but be sure to take extra care.
"That thing is wild!" he'd always say,
and it would always make his day,
to throw that animal high in the air,
for it was just a teddy bear.