The Little Boy
By Treas
The little boy walked to the garden To hug his gradma goodbye He took his time, walking the long way So in his mind, the flowers would stay He saw the tuplips, daisies, and roses Felt the warm wind as the gate he slowly closes He walked down the path Between the lettuce and corn He saw footprints, he followed them Finding his grandma laying on the ground Still, silent, without a sound. He knelt to his knees In the warm summer breeze Said, “Gran-ma wake up” But. .there was no reply The little boy began to cry. “Gran-ma, wake up, please” Water-filled eyes, he could not see. He leaned over, and whispered to his friend “I love you gran-ma, I wish this wasn’t the end.” He saw a butterfly land on her shoulder This memory stuck in his mind Although he’s gotten older He hopes his grandma’s ok And wishes he could have hugged her goodbye that day Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 10:49 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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