Musical Sentiments Poetry Contest

During my younger years
I never forget my Grandma's
Sweet China blue eyes.
She dance with me
And took care of me.


When she embrace and kiss me
it will be always my
brighten day and jumping to air
because I feel her hands touching me
when I'm down to cruel world



She lingers on my mind
When we are both in pale
we talk to each other
a lot of times we share our problems
and we never have a chance to grief


She whispers in my ears
with a soft voice and dripping tears
on her eyes that makes me feel
worried with a sanity.


I found out to my self
that I was just talking to the mist
because all of my sweet memories
Now I must face the world
without her.

Grandmother is just like my resonating light
that gives me hope
that which remind me about Christ
did to me she challenge me
that obey your master in heaven..
Now I believe she is right now with the creator......