Grandma,
why does the sun rise
like a bright suprise,
Horizon of the east
setting by the west?
Why do the stars twinkle,
supporting the moon sparkle?
why I'm i young and you're old?
why did daddy take my nanny
in to the bedroom?
wasn't he to go with mummy?
weren't they bride and groom?
Why do i see aunty on her heels
as uncle grabs her behinds?
why did brother kill himself
why did sister drown herself?
The three year old
turned seventeen years old,
She Asked;
why is the world cold
is love getting old?
Grandma,
I'm i fit to be a ma'
Why didn't he like me
don't i look lovely?
Grandma had no answer
life turned her,a dancer,
Now she's thirty
still all pretty,
She can't ask Grandma
Grandma is no more.
she'd ask more
life turned her sore.
©bardee
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