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When I was six

my grandmother walked

like a lady,

even when she bent

to hold my hand.



When I was ten,

only four years later,

she wasn't as graceful.

Her grip on my hand wasn't as firm.



When I was fourteen,

my grandmother lay like a lady,

A pale, ghostly look to her face.

I bent to hold her hand one last time.

I was cold and limp.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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eliana924 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 22, 2011 at 11:26 pm
So chilling and sad! I especially like the way you used "I bent to hold her hand one last time" to connect back to the beginning.
 
Villangel said...
Dec. 22, 2011 at 9:29 pm
This is really good, sorry about your grandmother though. The movement throught time is really good.
 
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