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Grandma
Contributed by
ml02
on
Tuesday, 24th September 2002 @ 03:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Daisies
Sit dying
Wilting
In her stringy
Ivory hair.
Her hands
Go tap
Tap against the rocker
She mutters
Nonsense
Of childhood
And endless stories.
But
He sits
Eyes wide open
At her feet
Never misses a word
Never misses a beat
He loves
Every single one
Of Grandma's little stories.
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2002-09-24 15:45:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Grandma
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Wednesday, 23rd April 2003 @ 07:43:06 AM AEST (User
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This poem is very sweet, I remember myself sitting by my grandad to hear is stories of his youth.
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