Grand Children Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Grand Children
When I am annoyed by my son and daughters,
My grand children come to me,
In a hot summer the soothing showers,
A rainbowpleasing to see.
My room becomes a lovely garden,
A spectrum of pretty colorful flowers.
My room becomes a watchful warden,
Of birds and butterflies flying in showers.
How can I ignore the plants, I had seeded,
From whom I got the loving beauty?
My children, grand children, both are needed,
To love and look after, isn't my duty?
Dear Sir, Very sweet loving feelings. I too have experienced it with my grand daughter. Nice poem Thanks! Please reply.
Nice. I'd say 'annoyed BY', not 'of' I'd join grand children to be one word, if meaning children of your children. Maybe a British influence causes some foreign born poets on PH to split some 'American' spellings. I've noticed this at times with others here e.g. Savita T and Valsa G, bri ;)
You have surpassed all the praises for your other poems just to stand out as the Best Poet of the Best Poem in this work...you have beautifully reflected the feelings of all the grand parents Akhtar...I'm immensely happy to read this...my best wishes to you, your children and grand children...thanks a lot for this great work
It is said that you do not become a parent until you have grandchildren.When we are parents, we are busy trying to earn a living and have less time to spend with our children. As grandparents, we have all the time and our grandchildren benefits! thank you sir- 10
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 1:10:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The love grand parents have for theri grand children is unmatched.... I remember... my father used to be quite reserved with his children while we were young unlike the modern fathers. But how, he like a child played with his grand children! He showed so much of patience with them, though he used to get irritated with us for simple lapses! Enjoyed your poem and your comparison of your grand children to butterflies!