English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

grandma poem

were it not for that singular smell
he came and took me by the hand
above them all, looking down
and with the humming bird
i do not pray for peace
he speaks not well
i go my way complacently
moonlight deep and tender
dear wife

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Mobile Symphony Orchestra forges ahead without Hedrick - Press-Register - al.com
  • The Warrior: A Mother's Story of a Son at War - The Celebrity Cafe.com
  • Public Forum/Marshall History - Marshall Independent
  • Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish dies - San Francisco Chronicle
  • Supermodel Plunges to Death in Apparent Suicide (People Magazine)
  • Teenagers invited to enter writing contest - Oxford Press
  • Speak UP - Honolulu Advertiser
  • Daily Herald - Daily Herald
  • Blue Devils Renew Iroquois Rivalry with Second Cross Town Cup Game Friday (East Aurora Advertiser)
  • Lapses reveals untapped local talent - Orillia Packet & Times
  • Nelson Mandela uses 90th birthday to warn South Africans not to forget ... - Times Online
  • Quote of the day (Salon.com)
  • Post-Zionism or Post-Judaism? - Religionblog.dallasnews.com
  • User Reviews of Solomon's Porch - SuperVegan
  • Nightlife Calendar: 09/05/2008 - Traverse City Record Eagle
 

Get a Home Loan today and save!

Home Mortgages

Mortgage News Archives

Poetry | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved