Grandma - Poem by Anna Watson
Her heart broke
Yet her feet still moved
Tip, tap, tip, tap New York.
The sequins glittered and the painted smile shone
Cracks in the powder, lost in the glare.
Come here, go there, Prince's Street and further
What life, my life, a bed and a chair.
A flight of fancy, decisions, indecisive
My life, the bus and a fare.
Bells and levers
Hearts and cleavers
Play the pack and tip, tap, tip, tap.
Comments about Grandma by Anna Watson
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You