Dear Grandmom

May 14, 2012
By clamp11 BRONZE, Cinnaminson, New Jersey
clamp11 BRONZE, Cinnaminson, New Jersey
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When I was 12,
I found it in your closet.
You and Grandpop had passed.
It was light blue
With golden retriever puppies all over,
My new puppy robe.
When I took a breath
I smelled that smoky scent.
It would have to be washed,
But that didn’t make a difference.
Every night I slept with it,
It was a wall,
Blocking all bad things.
It went where I slept,
Until I could be without it.
But I would still look at it
Before I went to sleep,
As if that made me feel more grown up.
Now I’m older
And no longer have each of those thoughts.
Yet I still love my puppy robe.
I still love your puppy robe.

The author's comments:
I wrote this about my Grandmom in my Creative Writing class.

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