My grandmother has been smoking since the age of thirteen <br />Barely a decade after from her mother's breast being weaned <br />She's still smoking keenly at the age of eighty-five <br />'How lucky she is' you say, 'That she is still alive' <br /> <br />That she was able to enjoy all those years of smoking <br />All those many, many years of constantly choking <br />On the poisonous, unpleasant fumes of the deadly cigarette <br />How lucky she has been, she should have no regrets <br /> <br />Through war, through poverty, through immigrating to afar <br />Always buying, always smoking, from not a day was she barred <br />Every single day a life spent with cigarettes, her friend <br />They have comforted her through all her life until the very end<br /><br />Alessandra Liverani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-grandmother-2/
