A poem writen about my grandmother for english.


Born 80 years ago
And raised on a farm
I was anything but weak

Up early each morning
with my five siblings
We’d help dad with the chores
Then we’d travel to our little school house.
With books tucked under our arms

But I grew up
And I married a soldier.

Together we moved to a small place.
In the middle of no-where
Filled with trees
Filled with birds
Those that I heard each morning
Upon waking

And here we raised a family

Three boys
one girl.

they grew up too.

I became a grandmother.
And watched my grandchildren grow
And as everyone grew
I grew tired
And so did my husband
But his heart couldn’t take it.

I lasted six years without him

But a short year ago.
My blood went bad.
And after a life in the country
I was shoved into a home.

Yet

Outside my window

On my last day.

Surrounded by my family
I saw birds.
And I smiled



“Life was good.”