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Comment 5 of 5, added on January 18th, 2013 at 5:28 AM.
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Tribute to my GrandmaNinety-two years was not long enoughFor me to learn to
atpceriapeThe simplicity of your wisdom and loveBut now, many years too
lateSuddenly, graciously I findThe whisper of your wisdomEcho in my mindAnd
when the tick of the clock grows heavyAnd the daylight has long grown dimI
can still hear the creak of your rocking chairAs you hummed an old German
hymnWith the mending basket for othersAlways within your reachAs you helped
out busy mothersWith stitches that somehow still teachFor when I think I am
too tiredTo move another stepI think of you, my dear GrandmaNever too tired
to helpAnd all that I can hope forAs my feet climb this ladder of yearsIs
that someday someone will think of meWith a smile shining through their
tears
Almostafa from Bolivia
Comment 4 of 5, added on November 4th, 2011 at 1:46 PM.
Was there once a golden apple inscribed "for the fairest"?
Bart from Australia
Comment 3 of 5, added on January 10th, 2010 at 5:28 AM.
I agree, it is a very beautiful poem, one of my favorites. Just because
you don't possess the intellect to grasp the meaning of the poem doesn't
mean that the poem "sucks."
Jennifer from United States
Comment 2 of 5, added on February 4th, 2008 at 5:15 PM.
what are you talking about?
this poem is beautiful.
emilybach from United States
Comment 1 of 5, added on May 8th, 2007 at 6:47 PM.
what the hell does that poem mean? i mean seriously...it sucks.
lizzy burden from United States
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Tribute to my GrandmaNinety-two years was not long enoughFor me to learn to
atpceriapeThe simplicity of your wisdom and loveBut now, many years too
lateSuddenly, graciously I findThe whisper of your wisdomEcho in my mindAnd
when the tick of the clock grows heavyAnd the daylight has long grown dimI
can still hear the creak of your rocking chairAs you hummed an old German
hymnWith the mending basket for othersAlways within your reachAs you helped
out busy mothersWith stitches that somehow still teachFor when I think I am
too tiredTo move another stepI think of you, my dear GrandmaNever too tired
to helpAnd all that I can hope forAs my feet climb this ladder of yearsIs
that someday someone will think of meWith a smile shining through their
tears
Almostafa from Bolivia