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Grandma

May 19, 2013
By Kyra Mainer BRONZE, Burnaby, Other
Kyra Mainer BRONZE, Burnaby, Other
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Curly gray hair askew, your golden crown
Weary lines tell tales of much sorrow but,
Joy glows still in cloudy eyes, memories
Of times where you played the humble hero.

Compassion shines, blinding brilliance of
Helping hands. You do not see your light,
Burning hot, burning bright, but burning out,
To light the night for those with new candles.

Abandon the torch, please rest for a while.
Hauled by chariots of uncertain youth,
The sun rises again, this time for you.
See now, what this bright world can offer you.


The author's comments:
This poem is about my Grandma ho over-exerts herself trying to help others.

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