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By Anonymous

   

When I was six

my grandmother walked

like a lady,

even when she bent

to hold my hand.



When I was ten,

only four years later,

she wasn't as graceful.

Her grip on my hand wasn't as firm.



When I was fourteen,

my grandmother lay like a lady,

A pale, ghostly look to her face.

I bent to hold her hand one last time.

I was cold and limp.





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eliana924 GOLD said...
on Dec. 22 2011 at 11:26 pm
eliana924 GOLD, New York, New York
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So chilling and sad! I especially like the way you used "I bent to hold her hand one last time" to connect back to the beginning.

on Dec. 22 2011 at 9:29 pm
Karles_Ivy PLATINUM, Sunnyside, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
Sometimes the bully isn’t the captain of the cheerleaders or the girl who for some reason has it out for only you; sometimes the worst bully of them all is you.- Karles_Ivy

This is really good, sorry about your grandmother though. The movement throught time is really good.