Rhymes and Rhythm

Lydia Aremu
@lydiaaremu315367
10 months ago

Misty Morning Grandma

On a rocker, swaying rickety sounds;
Peeling melon seeds, with frail but surprisingly swift fingers,
Sitting on the veranda facing east, thick foggy grassy grounds,
Grandma smiles when the morning mist lingers.

At 10, the sun shines brighter showing crystal leaves on the shrubbery fields,
Pleasant scent of dew on the earth and the grand green grassy guilds,
Pale blue sky with white patches of clouds like scattered shields,
Grandma smiles brighter when the sun gazes out to show mountain builds.

At 12, teeny tiny crackling sound of melon peels stops,
Bleating carefree sheep chew endlessly,
Sudden snoring like an old tired troll; a hand flops,
Old Grandma naps when the mist is gone. Painlessly.

#poetry #grandmalovers