Poems from Bri465

There Is No Sound [A Dedication to my Late Grandmother]
There is no sound. She’s sitting, lying in her bed, And she just stares at the ceiling. I speak to her, I tell her I love her And she...
There Is No Sound [A Dedication to my Late Grandmother]
There is no sound. She’s sitting, lying in her bed, And she just stares at the ceiling. I speak to her, I tell her I love her And she...