A poem about grandmothers, memories, and losing them.
A grandmother and her grandson. Now vampire. They don't talk about it. inspired by my deceased grandmother
Source: Ioana Moldovan https://feelingforwords.wordpress.com/2019/07/04/long-lost-souls/ Here's my update! It's been a while since I've been on here, and here's why! Thank you all for your support. Have a wonderful day. :) Our separation is inevitable, but the memories we made are forever. A few hours after your departure, the chain that united us is starting to disappear. You were famous, and famous will remain, through the nickname everyone knew you for.
My grandma was such a beautiful person, both inside and out. She will be missed dearly. "Don't go into grandmother's basement." || A spoooOOoooky story based on a scene from one of my favourite video games: Night in the Woods. About 70 words in length.
Short short story joke 😂🤪 One day my primo Anthony and I were talking at a barbecue, the barbecue was located at my Nana's (another name for my grandmother) house. He said to me, I bet I can make Na... My grandmother shares another letter, this time talking about her mother that she never told me about because of the painful memories and secrets. You never know what a person has been through, and it... To my Mother (Death Date Nov. 28, 2014 @ 3:35 am) My grandmother’s fingers were strong
Richard gets ready to tell Alexis about his relationship with Kate. Just a poem I wrote for my late grandmother after she passed due to her hard battle with cancer. Love and miss you always ❤️