The Cameo
Granny, Granny,
Where are you?
Where are the hugs,
Intended from you?
Granny, Granny,
Why are they all crying?
Why is mother,
Mourning and sighing?
Granny, Granny,
Is this not your cameo?
The one made of pearl,
Ever ashining?
Granny, Granny,
It was your favorite.
You never leave home without it,
Then why is it here?
Granny, Granny,
Why is it passed to me?
In my hand now,
It looks frail and tiny.
Granny, Granny,
The cameo belongs to you.
They must give it back,
Place it on your neck.
Granny, Granny,
You’d said before,
The only time you’ll part with it,
Was when you lay in the cold ground.
Granny, Granny,
You’d said to me.
Only then,
Would it finally belong to me.
Melissa Tan
4 Grace
posted by Debra @ 11:55 PM
1 Comments:
MEL! You know what this reminds me of? It reminds me of Aunt Queen from "Blackwood Farm" I love it.. Although its simple, it touches the heart... And I'm so happy you found inspiration from the cameo I gave you. hahah. :)
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