Grandparents You wouldn't be here without them For those who don't know what I'm talking…
my relative
My relative
The wind whistle
And then
I hear my grammy yell
Time to eat
He and my brother
Ran throw the whistling air
Right when
We walked in the barn
The smell of noodles hit our nose
Like a hammer head
Sharck
The white skin
The curly proof hair
And the brownish greenish eyes
Of her pace
That my relative
That’s my grandma