Poems for flowers #11

fading

fading

One could say,
you should be a great story teller.
Your silver head
is like my granny’s head.
She always sat at my bed
ready to drag me in to a new story.
Her silver hair tickled my nose
when she kissed me
wishing me: “Good night and sweet dreams”.
Your silver head
is like my granny’s head.
Your hair is slowly fading,
but my memories will never fade away.

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4 thoughts on “Poems for flowers #11

  1. I like the unusual comparison of a flower to your granny!

  2. The photo and the poem were made for each other! Nice!

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