Grandma at nineteen...one
Curl gracing her big,
Brown eyes...
Brown hair up in a bun,
Wisps hanging down.
High, frilly collar around
Her long, alabaster neck...
Prominant, Cherokee cheekbones.
Such a faraway gaze...
Was it to the Past...
Or to Louis, her future?
Handlebar moustache he wore.
Blonde hair, thin nose.
Is today nostalgic...
Or, do I just have Time?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Elysabeth! You have time, to be nostalgic! Thanks for sharing! ! *10*! ! ! Thad