Dear Grabdma: I've grown stronger wiser too
My move to Cali have made me happy
I remember the last time I seen you
You were making me smile with spaghetti
Flash back, episodes of old Big Brother
Watching 'IT' opposed to reading the book
Spending summer nights eating home made dinners
Love the fact that your a exultant cook
Miss you a lot, Cali not the same
I use the book you bought me to this day
Writting sonnets about memory's and rain
That's the reason my poems sound this way
From hiding evil dolls from my young eyes
I miss you from sunset to moon rise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem