Grandmas, Brooches

and

Butterfly Wings.

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If I close my eyes
I still can see her face.
The beauty now had faded
the lines had taken place.

The criss cross of the wrinkles
which crinkled when she smiled.
Was quite a fascination
for such a little child.

She wore a brooch of metal
close up to her throat.
She wore an old and smelly,
wooly type of coat.

The brooch worn very high,
underneath her chin.
Was a tiny little flower
which stuck into her skin.

This brooch would make me wonder
did she feel no pain.
I wanted to undo it
and do it up again.

Oh the mind of a child,
is full of wonderful things.
Of grandma’s and brooches
and butterflies wings.

Copyright.
Anni