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Childhood. Grandmother Poems. Looking back. Growing up. Coming to terms with life. Proud Moment with Grandmother, Family and Friends (Photo credit: Wikipedia) If you know a junior high or high school child who has lost a parent or grandparent, or if you have recently lost a parent, this may be comforting.   Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies (excerpt) Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.   Nobody that matters, that is. Distant relatives of course Die, whom... (Read More ...)

The wisdom of our grandmothers and our understanding of the sad, but natural march of life is embodied in this poem. At 49, Robert Frost chose to tie the arc of life to Spring.   Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.   Robert Frost, 1923.   Carol Covin, Granny-Guru Author, “Who Gets to Name Grandma? The Wisdom of Mothers and Grandmothers” Click here to order this blog on your Kindle. Related... (Read More ...)

Unexpectedly Eighty It’s not possible that Judith Viorst is 80. Author of  “I’m Too Young to Be Seventy” and “Suddenly Sixty,” she is perhaps better known for her children’s books, beginning with “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.” She specializes in not sugar-coating the truth. But, her talents extend far beyond telling children the truth, a modern day Grimm’s Fairy teller, to telling adults the truth in non-fiction, poetry, and musicals. I love everything I’ve ever read of hers. And, now. mother of three, grandmother of seven, she writes what... (Read More ...)