Grandmother Poem

Aging Grandma

As her grandmother ages her, she no longer acts as she used too. She is alive, but not as she once was, and in that way she is missed.

A Poem About My Grandma

© T r i sh a L. S a n d e r s o n
I see the old in her eyes
Sometimes it makes me wonder how long she will be alive
The wrinkles in her eyes are like wrinkles in time
I can see her youth through them sometimes
She is a lot more tired now and older than I remembered her to be
She is weak and loses her temper easily
She used to tell me stories and make me smile
Now she tells me the same story each night forgetting she already has told me
I love her and miss her even though she’s still here
I hope she will be with me for many more years


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Published: Feb 2006

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