Grandma
I know you are hereI can feel your whisper in my ear,
I wish you were here
To see what I wear
I always shed a tear
because you are not exactly here
Grandma
I know you are herePoetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Missing him | 2 | 05/25/2009 |
Love | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
Wishing he was my man | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
My cousin David | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
The sweet Sounding Voice | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
Best Friend | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
My Grandpa | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
My Jesus, My savior | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
Grandma | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
S.O.S | 0 | 05/25/2009 |
We used to be friends | 1 | 05/25/2009 |
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