Her hands ripple like pancakes <br />Being poured in a pan <br />And on them- wedding rings: <br />A ring from each man. <br /> <br />Her chest swells for her heart's <br />Tucked fat with sweet lovin'. <br />I'll miss her sweet smell: <br />Baking bread in the oven.<br /><br />Kyle Hamp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-only-grandma/
