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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: 3 | 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.
Jamie Longhouse isn't your average teenage girl. She loves to paint on the sand, watch the sun go down from the top of her roof, and make outrageous quotes for her own t-shirt business. Some may say she's a bit strange, but to her loved ones, she's original and unique. But Jamie can never seem...
this week i'm at my grandma... becareful grandma i'm coming!
Book | Updated May 15, 2011 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Sammie Lee
This started as just part of a short story that I wrote. I have a whole envelope of topic ideas for this young princess who likes to play around at her grandmother's house. Hope you enjoy, and there might be more to come.
A poem about me observing the seasons without my Grandmother.