I cannot remember,
my first house,
just 1 image and
the freezing cold of my first winter
I cannot remember,
the happy moments of my first school,
just the sad and scary ones,
I want to forget.
I cannot remember,
some of my dogs,
like Rhum and Ling.
But I remember most,
some with feet firmly on the ground
others high in the sky
playing above the clouds.
I can remember,
my great granny,
the ceramic frogs at the door,
her chair which creates an earthquake,
if you push a button.
And the dream of her alive,
a year after her death.
By Robert Grant
Wow! This is a really emotional poem. I enjoyed picturing your Great granny and your dogs.
This was an amazing poem Robert. The storyline was so good i could imagine this so clearly.