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I lost my Grandma on April 25, 2011 and i still miss her dearly. This is just something I wrote for her.
Poetry | Updated Apr 14, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
this poem is about my nan and how much i miss her.
Poetry | Updated Apr 9, 2012 | Reads: 91 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
For school, I had to write a paper. The paper had to include a genetic disease. I wrote about the lady in North Hampton, England, who fought off some guys trying to rob a jewelry store. I got an 'A' on my paper. This is based off the most awesomest real event ever!!!!! Enjoy!
Short Story | Updated Apr 2, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Prof Madhav Sarkunde
Now I am in a good position. Both of us, my wife and me, are employees and earning well enough to live happily. However, we do not feel happy in the sense of that purity of happiness we had had in our old village. Anyway, along with these memories of happiness, I think that I must tell the...
My grandma doesn't like some things I do, and likes to act as if she's my mom.... well here's my thoughts on that.
I came across a vignette I wrote last year for an English class. Here it is.
By Cyber Dood
One from Palewriter I revised. I've always had aliking for this one.
Poetry | Updated Jan 10, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
I dont know,randomly inspired :3
Poetry | Updated Jan 5, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
This is for my grandma that passed away
Poetry | Updated Jan 1, 2012 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Matthew Brazwell
A poetry about my grandma who died when she was only 53.
A little girl tells her story of what she does all day with her loving family in short meaingful sentences.
How can this one 83 year old woman piss me off soooo much?
A somewhat true short story, which portrays the emotions felt by a grandmother which she felt when she though that she had lost all that was her.
This is a poem in memory of my grandma.
Poetry | Updated Aug 11, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is my first villanelle. It is about my grandmother from the Philippines whom I call "Apuma". She raised me from birth until I was about 5 years old and this poem expresses what I would do if I could go back and how I feel about the situation now.