Sonnet for my Granddaughter A century from now she will turn her head to find lines dug out from her aged face. The young woman she once was has fled with all her ideas without a trace. Sometimes she cannot see me very well Nor can she remember what I just sang. Remember how the glass from her hand fell? How the skin on her worn body now hangs? But she can still feel my arms around her neck and smell the Johnson cologne that I wear. I know that she will die but what the heck for I will ever have the smell of her. Bobe, I love you with all my heart and soul. When you leave, you'll leave in my heart a hole.
Reason for writing:
This poem is important because it represents the relationship I had with my grandmother when she was still fine.
Birth sign: Libra
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