January 4, 2008
By Jenna Cox, Blacksburg, SC

When I see you
Sitting in your chair
With your legs crossed
And your nightgown on,
I think back to the times
Your made me homemade bread
That was like fluffy clouds.
When I see you
Walking outside
With clogs that were the color of a red red rose,
I remember when you grew lots of flowers
And handled each one with a tender touch.
When I see you
Smiling in your chair, I remember all the things
You used to do.

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.


MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!