Thursday, September 22, 2011

Not quite so Cinquain-Thursday

We all were happy when
She said she was coming
to visit

We waited in anticipation
For her to walk through
the door

She enters and we run to her
to endow her with hugs
and kisses

She slept in my room under my blanket
And when she leaves I find that my blanket
smells like Gramma 

2 comments:

  1. I really really really like this poem!! It is sooo cute! For some reason,, the comment that I thought I posted wasnt here. :/ I wish it would just let me post!! So frustrating! :P
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  2. aw thank you G!! =) really?? weird, I didn't get any notification that you had posted anything

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