19 November 2012
My grandmother sat in her chair,
Her head covered with white-grey hair.
I looked into her old gold-brown eyes,
Innocent, they told no lies.
A sense of knowledge and power was given off,
Wrinkles- there were lots.
Soft sounding voice that soothes your broken heart,
She is my roll model- she has been from the start.
"Come dear have a seat."
I was flushing with the fires heat.
"I love you grandma." that's what I said,
Whilst the cat purred on its little bed.
Grandmothers • Opuss № I