Grandma

 

How can an arch hold

the weight of a boulder,

Bowed over, not groaning?

It was the same with her shoulders.

grandma

◄ A fall in the Morning

Nothing Pure, Unbroken lasts ►

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Jackie Phillips

Sat 24th Jan 2015 03:55

Few words, yet they say so much about the lady in question.

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