Grandma (English sonnet tretameter #1, 2020)

by Everlasting   Nov 30, 2020


Shall I compare you to a rose?
You were by far more beautiful.
No verse nor prose that Heaven knows
can ultimately be suitable.
In life, you grew out of concrete
forever blooming radiantly
despite the hardships in the streets.
You never withered easily.
And just like thorns that grow in stems
And harm those who seize them with strength
You lived peacefully among friends
Enriching gardens with your depth
And now, you bloom in memory
And now, you are my reverie.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I love this! So glad I came across this, it would have been my own grandmother’s birthday on 28th December and I feel this piece describes her so well. I feel this would be a great tribute to all our grandmothers no longer with us but always remembered, I for sure would buy a card with this verse on it!

    • 3 years ago

      by Everlasting

      Thank you so much! It will be almost two years since my grandma passed away. I miss her too. I wrote this thinking of her.

  • 3 years ago

    by Liz

    I love this so much. Makes me think of my own grandma. Especially because she always loved planting flowers. She always planted yellow and pink roses and they always remind me of her. <3

  • 3 years ago

    by Michael

    A beautiful piece Everlasting and well done on deserved front page.
    M :)

  • 3 years ago

    by Girandole

    I love this. Makes me miss my grandma. Bittersweet. Congratulations on the win!

  • 3 years ago

    by Kat

    This is breathtaking. Stunning read!

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