When Granma, Would Cook.
When Gran ma, would cook i loved the way she looked so pretty and Proud with so much poise, nothing would distract her no kind of noise She was so calm when she snapped the fresh green beans they were So nice, in color and lean. I wonder whats on her mind what does she Think as she leans over the kitchen sink .washing out a pan to prepair The meat dinette table set everything so organized and sweet pretty Soon the family will sit down and eat i love to watch gramma cook she smiles at me when i look to see how amazing she is this moment has To be a true testimony of a warm feeling of love now she has passed Away and sometime during the day i think of her and the memories That have long passed i have a picture of her in my mind staring Through a looking glass.In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
punchie’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| When Granma, Would Cook. | 0 | 10/09/2009 |
| When I Did Not Have. | 0 | 10/05/2009 |
| Can You See Through The Eyes I See? | 1 | 10/04/2009 |
| The Dirty Little Secert | 1 | 10/03/2009 |
| The Beautiful Bird | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Open The Door | 1 | 10/02/2009 |
| The Light | 0 | 10/02/2009 |
| Vision | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| INFANT | 0 | 10/01/2009 |
| In Touch | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Time | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
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