Poems about grandmothers capture the profound love, warmth, and nurturing spirit that grandmothers bring into their grandchildren’s lives.
Grandmothers are often portrayed as pillars of love and strength, embodying a sense of warmth and comfort. Poems about grandmothers celebrate the tenderness and care they offer, creating a safe haven for their grandchildren.
They depict grandmothers as gentle nurturers, always ready with a hug, a soothing voice, or a comforting presence during challenging times. These poems often explore the wisdom and life lessons grandmothers impart to their grandchildren.
‘My Grandmother’s Houses’ by Jackie Kay is a thoughtful recollection of youth and a young speaker’s relationship with her eccentric grandmother, who is forced to move homes.
She is on the second floor of a tenement.
From her front room window you see the cemetery.
‘The Minuet’ by Mary Mapes Dodge alludes to the many changes that the passage of time presents. This is specially related to the way that one speaker’s grandmother has changed.
Grandma told me all about it,
Told me so I couldn’t doubt it,
How she danced—my Grandma danced!—
Long ago
‘Our Grandmothers’ by Maya Angelou celebrates the strength and resilience of generations of women, honoring heritage and perseverance.
She lay, skin down in the moist dirt,
the canebrake rustling
with the whispers of leaves, and
loud longing of hounds and
‘A Portable Paradise’ by Roger Robinson is an inspiring poem that reminds readers of how peace and calm can be found within even the most stressful moments.
And if I speak of Paradise,
then I’m speaking of my grandmother
who told me to carry it always
on my person, concealed, so
‘Behind Grandma’s House’ by Gary Soto is a short humorous poem about a problematic child who craves attention and their grandma who gives them this attention in the most unexpected way.
At ten I wanted fame. I had a comb
And two coke bottles, a tube of Bryl-creem.
I borrowed a dog, one with
Mismatched eyes and a happy tongue,
‘At My Grandmother’s’ by David Malouf explores the haunting presence of the past and the interplay between memory, time, and mortality.
An afternoon, late summer, in a room
Shuttered against the bright, envenomed leaves;
An under-water world, where time, like water
Was held in the wide arms of a gilded clock,
‘For My Grandmother Knitting’ is a poem that utilizes repeated wording, a lack of punctuation, a distinct choice of perspective, and simplistic ideas.
‘Grandmother’ (1991) is written by the Native American feminist poet Paula Gunn Allen. This poem is about the role of a speaker’s grandmother in her family.
Out of her own body she pushed
silver thread, light, air
and carried it carefully on the dark, flying
where nothing moved.
‘Iris’, a heart-touching poem about death and love, appears in the American poet David St. John’s collection Study For The World’s Body. This poem is dedicated to the poet’s grandmother Vivian St. John.
There is a train inside this iris:
You think I'm crazy, & like to say boyish
& outrageous things. No, there is
‘My Grandmother’ by Elizabeth Jennings is a thoughtful poem about one person’s relationship with her grandmother and her grandmother’s passion—collecting antiques.
She kept an antique shop – or it kept her.
Among Apostle spoons and Bristol glass,
The faded silks, the heavy furniture,
‘My Grandmother’ by Jackie Kay depicts the poet’s understanding of her grandmother. The includes a juxtaposition between her positive and negative qualities.
My grandmother is like a Scottish pine,
tall, straight-backed, proud and plentiful,
a fine head of hair, greying now
tied up in a loose bun.
‘My Grandmother’s House’ mourns the lost love and warmth of her ancestral home, contrasting it with her loveless present.
There is a house now far away where once
I received love……. That woman died,
The house withdrew into silence, snakes moved
Among books, I was then too young
‘Pride’ by Jackie Kay is a moving poem about identity and pride. The poet utilized her personal experience when writing this piece.
When I looked up, the black man was there,
staring into my face,
as if he had always been there,
as if he and I went a long way back.
‘The Last Rites’ navigates the grief of losing a grandmother, contrasting cold hospital imagery with vivid memories of love and guidance.