OLD IS GOLDA Poem by anne.............ITS ABOUT LOVING YOUR GRANDPARENTSIn our garden chirping of birds and rustling of leaves was amusing I found in my courtyard a feeble women with bent waist and supporting stick sitting The long experiences of life were reflecting in her hairs Her ill health and lost vitality indicated she will not be with us for any more years Her eyes were staring the dancing birds,flowing breeze,bouncing squirrels and the colorful world of flowers It seems nature has given her a break from pain experienced in life and lost desires. That day.... Courtyard was empty and garden was covered with silence Our house lost the woman,the fragrance of whose sown flowers made it a home with hard work immense
Tears were rolling out from everyone eyes Her youth lost its charm serving her children throughout her life But her children left her alone when her hands require their strength Without her our home will always be vacant. Love your parents,care for them Don't be too late to make your mistakes realize Because time will come when you will not find them in front of your eyes. © 2014 anneReviews
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