A Small Stone
Time flies
And we hang on for dear life
Speaking with tiny voice
Clear and strong
Words, drawn lines, paint
Reaching for each other
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Poets United #39 Ghosts
The Grandmothers live with us
Sometimes they are very busy
Especially around the holiday season
Almost never come inside
Just a few times
They are beloved companions
We are very proud to have them here
Ancient, old
And very polite
Sometimes they will even lie
Down on my bed
They seem tired
And want to rest
We live in harmony
4 comments:
Great small stone on communication...drawing lines...connecting to ones inner self and to others...lovely...bkm
This sounds like a description of YOU!!!
Ahh the grandmothers. They never stop teaching. Aren't we lucky?
Elizabeth
Love your ghost poem, Annell.
Pamela
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