Each and every deep wrinkle of her sad face <br />Tells a bygone story about the beauty. <br />The petals about to fall in the weary Autumn <br />And the boisterous wind begins its activity. <br />You cannot hold the storm Grandma! <br />Let the petals scatter into any direction likewise <br />But the root of the tree still strong enough <br />To grab the scorching earth. <br />Smile as the early summer days <br />And it's a gift indeed to the offspring Grandma.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-grandma-is-a-flower/
