Oh ladies, rejoice, rejoice!
For today is a very beautiful day.
Granny, who had needy hands died in this way:
Death looming over the fabric of her face
Needle in one hand and thread in another,
Knitting the vivacious smile he's so accustomed to,
Knowing you'd all crowd around her
To enjoy his needlework
The very next day.
The Twisted Tale of Death and Grandmother
ohhh what a delight.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
