PSAP - Grandma Poem

I am three years old
Under the kitchen table of the world
On soft red vinyl tiles, I draw with crayons
My grandmother asks to see what I've done
But I will not show her

I am eleven
We burry her in bright oil pastels
She was an artist
The painting of her last moment on earth
Is blurry for my family, but clear to me
I do not cry

I am eighteen years old
I wish I could show her
What I've done
It is all blurry now

Written by:
Andrew Skillern, Bryce Vehrs, Emily Schlepp

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