A poem about grandmothers, memories, and losing them.
Memories are frail things that can be torn from a mind like a page from a book. They require gentle care. Easily damaged, memories can disappear...
My kids grew up with nursery rhymes before computer games, With treasure hunts at Christmas and on holiday when it rained.
This is the story of a grandchild that goes back home to see his dying grandfather. Meanwhile, he has a deep moment with him, before his passing
A poem about grandmothers, memories, and losing them.
Memories are frail things that can be torn from a mind like a page from a book. They require gentle care. Easily damaged, memories can disappear...
My kids grew up with nursery rhymes before computer games, With treasure hunts at Christmas and on holiday when it rained.
This is the story of a grandchild that goes back home to see his dying grandfather. Meanwhile, he has a deep moment with him, before his passing