The Bee's of my GrandmumA Poem by Brandee D. HackJust simple memories combined together.
The Amber of the stone
resembles your love of warmth. Like when lovers' arms are bedecked with a beautiful treasure of pleasure's chest. Yet everywhere I turn I hear screams that frighten. Mistaken children with bad and depressing teachings. I think that if only I could help that it would be much better. Just to know they understand that live has it'd up's and down's. "You never get what you want," or at least all the time. My Grandmum always used to say, "Life will be greener on other shore's." I wish that throughout all these bad things that I could help raise them. Teach them of their past and make them know what is write from wrong. For today they act as devilish bugger's. Only sweet when they have a plea. Yet they need to know all the world is not as sweet as the honey gathered by bee's.M
© 2009 Brandee D. HackAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 31, 2009 Last Updated on December 31, 2009 AuthorBrandee D. HackIreland Co.AboutHello all. My name is Brandee. I have wrote many different genres of writings for many years. I hope that by putting it up that that will help me get some feedback and constructive criticism. .. more..Writing
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