There she sits before her mirror, Primping in excitement, her face flushed. Today is her day; she will never know How much I hurt, how scared I am Of the void she will leave behind. Will she forget me?
Oversized slippers she had donned were lost in deep snow drifts. She plodded forth barefoot, risking frostbite. Little daylight remained to guide her; a dangerous holiday trek she undertook.
For Christmas Eve it was, but in her heart there was no joy. As darkness fell, the biting cold increased. Her weary legs she dragged; with teary eyes she searched in vain, for only shadows could she see.
A green-clad elf with lantern lit was homeward bound deep in the woods, when all at once he spied this forlorn girl, sprawled on the snow deprived of strength and shivering.
He shone the light on her white face; eyelids moved and flickered. He read her thoughts and understood; he knew just how to help her. No time was lost; his crystal flute he blew to call his trusted friends. An entire family of elves pulled the shivering child, placing her gently on a sled, fully decked out in Christmas flare.
Once she was aboard the sled, reindeer arrived on cue, ushering the crew to the North Pole. Grandfather sat alone by his roaring fire when a knock came to the door. He went to see who it could be so late into the night. There on the doorstep his young granddaughter stood with shining eyes, a dream come true for those who never give up hope.
He picked her up in welcome arms, a warm embrace of love. The clock struck twelve. They heard the sound of jingling bells as Santa waved goodbye and off he sped across the sky. Christmas had arrived, and his first gift had been delivered!
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These are examples of the best granddaughter poems written by PoetrySoup members Details | Granddaughter Poem | Carissa's Love I know what it feels like to be adored beyond compare.
To be loved unconditionally just for being myself.
To have that special one want. Ah!! My granddaughter! My joy. She lightens my load She's like a new toy. She smiles at me, ever so slightly I grin right back at her but ever more brightly.
She's the light of my life. I love her dear. Feels just like Heaven when I draw her near. Bedtime! Yes, a sweet time of day.
Night, night, precious girl. Let's you and I pray/5(K).