My Only Grandma Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
My Only Grandma
Her hands ripple like pancakes
Being poured in a pan
And on them- wedding rings:
A ring from each man.
Her chest swells for her heart's
Tucked fat with sweet lovin'.
I'll miss her sweet smell:
Baking bread in the oven.
wow, that is really sweet, i know what amazing memories you can have with a grandma, and that they are really cool, this is a really good poem, and it's short but oh so sweet! ! ! ! ! (10)
Her chest swells for her heart's Tucked fat with sweet lovin' nice poem, nice portrait 10
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:21:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'i will miss her sweet smell..how realistic