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 My Grandmother Black lustrous hair, Swishing in The air. Eyes shining like The star. Cherry lips forming A smile. Laughter And more Laughter. Father comes out Carrying a Huge bamboo stick. Laughter fades away And she Begins to cry. BAM! The stick hits her Legs hardly and Water drips From her Eyes. Grows bigger And bigger And She weds. Later, They have four Children. Three boys And A girl. The children grow And they Wed. No one left Except she And her Man. He dies And only She is Left. Sad and lonely No one Comes. Just visits, Never A stay. The youngest gets A daughter That Is me. I go to see Her, My old fragile Grandmother. She smiles and Says: “How cute you Are”. Many years after My birth, The telephone rings. My father answers It. He comes to Us, And says: She died. We all shred To tears. Her spirits rise Into the Sky And they will Never return. Written by MN © 2009 Article posted April 27, 2009 at 12:42 AM • comment (3) • Reads 1789 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments  you are a very poetic person.
Comment Posted on May 15, 2010 at 08:01 AM by
EBI love your story
Comment Posted on September 24, 2009 at 02:51 PM by
traceA fantastic poem! I especially LOVE this line: 'Black lustrous hair'. Very, very poetic.
Comment Posted on April 27, 2009 at 12:19 PM by
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 About the Blogger My name is Malini and I am ten years old. I like to draw,read, and write. I am from India and I've been in ACS for the last seven years. This is my eighth year. Latest 10 Comments: |
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