A book about memories of my grandma and life experiences. |
Last Time I Saw Her The last time I saw her, with her sisters she sits, her ragged, bittersweet voice with pain and hurt. Walking her daughter's trail - to Colorado it hits - the last time I saw her, with her sisters she sits and neighbors and nieces laugh with joke bits, toasting of red wine and eating elaborate desserts. The last time I saw her, with her sisters she sits a ragged death voice - bittersweet with pain and hurt. |