Goodnight...

When thee were but a small kid,

Thy grandma used to sing,

Of starry skies and sunlit seas,

Whenever you

Think back to these times,

You have this warm feeling,

Blooming in thy chest 

A sakura tree,

One you will never replace.

And when the sleep would come over thee,

And her voice would slowly dissapear,

You would smile with thy sweet red lips,

Sigh and whisper,

'Goodnight Gran, I love thee..."

Author's Note

We all probably have at least one nice memory of our grandparents, so here I wrote a poem about grandma I never had because sadly, she passed few years before I was born...hope you guys enjoy reading it :)

Reviews

[Zachary_James]

wonderful

[Arsenic Nemesis]

Aw, immortal, this is so very sweet. I, unfortunately had a similar experience, I only have my nana left now; poor dad, his parents died when he was so young. This is incredibly touching and a powerful piece, a lovely choice of words and don't get me started onthe "sakura tree" absolute magic here, I love this, immortal~