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My Girl

April 26, 2013
By Morgan Paske BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
Morgan Paske BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
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As bright as the sun, smells like heaven.
Strength weighs a ton, took me in until I was eleven.
No doubt, we share a tight bond,
Reminds me of the warm water from a little pond.
Who has the voice of an angel, knowing four languages,
Yet no matter what, her words never got tangled.
Admiring like a hero, I guess you can call her super women
Always knew how to fight, never gave up and lose the villain
Short like a midget, yet so full
But honestly that doesn’t matter
She can climb a ladder
And be taller than a skyscraper, legit.
Softer than a pillow when she hugs me
Her arms around me tight, and I wish she would never lets go.
Others see very little of her, but to me she’s a real big part
Stuck on me like a birth mark or maybe a tattoo
She stays very close to my heart
I love her so much if she only knew
She’s like your ex boyfriend; old
Like a pizza from last weekend; starting to mold
Soon just like snow, she’ll disappear
But while she’s here
I’ll make it the best
When talking about my grandma.
There’s no talking about rest.


The author's comments:
My grandmother is very special to me. I can write poetry about her anytime!

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