A hundred years ago,
My grandmother was born.
She witnessed war after war,
Waiting for better years to come.
A hundred years ago,
She was brave enough.
Nurture a big family,
And passed away in peace.
(Hour 4-@Mejia)
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A hundred years ago,
My grandmother was born.
She witnessed war after war,
Waiting for better years to come.
A hundred years ago,
She was brave enough.
Nurture a big family,
And passed away in peace.
(Hour 4-@Mejia)