My Grandmother's Eyes

April 22, 2012
By Anna-Akua SILVER, Taunton, Massachusetts
Anna-Akua SILVER, Taunton, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
But the funny thing about it is I ain't even start yet
I'm only using my mind I ain't even use my heart yet
I just evolved I ain't speaking theoretically
-Keys "Dear Dummy"


My grandmother’s eyes are dark spheres of brown; they immediately hold your attention without any effort at all. Her piercing green irises offer the comfort and support you so desperately need. Your eyes begin to itch and water. Soon, you taste salty drops on your trembling lips. A smile creeps onto her withered lips, exposing the wrinkled lines near the sides of her mouth. Her brown lips curl up and flash her straight white teeth; she is smiling. Her smile so rare and ancient you cannot look away. Then she calls to you, her melodic voice smooth and rich. You know you are home, safe and sound in grandma’s presence.


The author's comments:
This was a short writing assignment for my English Class.

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