Grandma is the warmest and most beloved person in every child's life. She bakes delicious pies, tells wonderful stories, and is always ready to hug and comfort. These poems capture the kindest and most sincere feelings for our dear grandmothers. Simple and understandable, they are written especially for young readers to express our love and gratitude to these wonderful women.
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Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands are warm and cozy, They know how to tell me a story. They bake delicious pies, And love to hug me tightly. They knit socks in the winter, And sew a patch on my pants. It's always good to be with Grandma, She's my angel in my little hands.
Grandma's chest
In the corner of the attic there's a chest, containing grandma's dresses and lace. It holds the wonderful sound of old photographs, and keeps memories of days gone by alive. There are beads, ribbons, an old fan, and embroidered napkins like flowers. Grandma loves to peer into the chest, and remember old times and dreams. When I peer into the chest with her, I'll hear stories. About youth, about love, about spring, and Grandma will always be happy.
Grandma's glasses
Grandma wears glasses, She loves to read books with them. And she sees the world completely differently than I do when I start playing. The glasses help her sew and knit, And thread beads into a needle. Grandma with glasses is a real treasure, She can create everything in the world!
Grandmother's Tales
Grandma tells me stories, About bunnies, foxes, and bears. And in those stories there's magic, And the world becomes kinder and brighter. About brave knights and princesses, About good fairies and evil sorcerers. Grandma's stories are miracles, I love to listen to them without words. When Grandma reads me a story, I forget about everything around me. And I'm carried away to a fairytale world, Where there is no sadness, no worries, no torment.
Grandma's pie
Grandma baked a pie for me, with apples, cherries, and raspberries inside. It smells so delicious, like the earth, and I want to eat it with all my heart. It's warm, rosy, so sweet, and melts in my mouth like magic. Grandma's pie is my peace, and my joy, and my happiness.
Grandma's Garden
In Grandma's garden, apples grow, and pears, and plums, and raspberries. There, the birds sing joyfully, and the bees buzz like a machine. Grandma loves to work in the garden, watering the flowers and weeding the beds. And I help her as best I can, and pick berries into baskets. It's so nice in Grandma's garden, fresh air, sun, and flowers. And I love spending time there, with my beloved Grandma.
Grandma's braids
Grandma's braids are silver, They're soft and long, like silk. And I love to comb them, no, I haven't found a more beautiful braid in the world. She braids my hair and decorates it with ribbons. Grandma is a master, without habit, And brings joy to my eyes.
Grandma's bedtime stories
When I go to bed, Grandma always tells me a story. About brave princes who can fly, And about dragons who cry in caves. She reads quietly and tenderly, And her voice sounds like a song. And I fall asleep peacefully, And the story still swirls in my head. Grandma's stories are magic, They give me joy and peace. And I love my grandmother, For the stories she gives me with her.
Grandma's hugs
Grandma's hugs are so warm, They comfort me in the cold and bad weather. When I'm sad, I say to her: "Oh!", And Grandma will hug me with compassion. She will hold me tight, And all my sorrows immediately disappear. Grandma is my angel on earth, And I adore her hugs.
Grandma's tea
Grandma brewed me tea, With honey, with raspberries, the aroma. And she gave me some delicious cookies, And I immediately felt better, like treasure. We drink tea together, talk, About this and that, about all sorts of miracles. Grandma is my best friend, And I love her more than anyone. When Grandma pours me tea, I feel her love and warmth. And the world around me becomes brighter, And I feel happy and good.
Grandma's songs
Grandma sings me songs, About birds, about flowers, about spring. And her voice flows tenderly, And I sing along with her as best I can. She knows many old songs, That her parents used to sing. And I love listening to these songs, They give me joy and light.
Grandma's hands are skillful
Grandma's hands are skillful, They can do everything, everything. And knit warm socks, And bake a pie, as they say. They sew, and knit, and mend, And they will always help me in trouble. Grandma's hands are a treasure, And I value them very much. When grandma does something, I look at her and learn. And I want to be as skillful, Like my grandma, I swear.
Grandma and I
Grandma and I are best friends, We play and walk together. And I love her very much, yes, And I always help her. We read books together, And listen to fairy tales, and sing. Grandma is my angel, I know, And I love her very much with everything.
Grandma's scarf
Grandma has a scarf with a floral pattern, It's warm and cozy, like her hands. She ties it around her head from then on, When it's cold and snowy outside. It smells of lavender and kindness, And reminds me of Grandma. I love this scarf like home, And it's as dear to me as Grandma's fairy tale.
I love my grandmother
I love my grandma very much, for her warmth, for her kindness. She will always help me, for sure, and give me joy and dreams. She is the best in the world, and I always tell her so. Grandma is my angel, my light, and I love her forever!