The sky is as beautiful as you
But the thing is your not human
Infact your just a object
Something that means the world to me
You are my gold locket
Not just anyone the one my grandmom gave me
I cherish it because it has memories and a pic of my grandmom
I will always keep it close to my heart
Not because that a necklace because it means alot
R.I.P G-MOM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wowzers you loved your grandma. Nice poem. Sorry for your loss. Rachel