Daddy got a call on his phone,
And my birthday morning wasn't so sweet.
A beautiful garden now stands alone,
Missing the one who nurtured it.
With a pathetic face, he looked me in the eyes.
Like he Forgot the man in him, he started to weep
I started to wish that it was all lies
As words of the news fell from his lips
A woman of extreme strength,
Courage and love,
Whose beautiful life was spent;
As gentle and free as a dove.
If I could write a story,
It would be the greatest ever told
Of a kind and loving grandma
Who could turn stone to Gold.
Your comments are part of the most encouraging aspects of my literary world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is your gteatest poem. It is deep. Do more of this sort. Your rhyming ability is really fantastic, but u must reach into the deepest recesses of ur soul to pullmof great poems of this nature.