Sunday, April 27, 2008

Grandma's Little Sister

Back in the days when chimes told time in Grandma's place my brother an me patiently would wait for the moment to come by when we could escape her watchful eye As we roamed the halls from the closed off wing ancestors watching from their golden frames one picture in particular would draw us close a little girl with a turned up nose portrayed playing on the beach just like when we saw her both that magical day we went swimming in the cove All afternoon ... entire poem