A little girl picks up some strawberries
She keeps them in her strong basket of wood
She walks away, her grandmother's house she sees
She keeps them on handle of door, does good
Her grandmother wakes up sees the nice gift
Her granddaughter has given it she sees
The ripe strawberries slowly she does lift
She sees her granddaughter among the trees
She calls her granddaughter hugs her in air
"Oh! For me my kind child, how much you care?"
-Gaurang Rao
Written for - http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
So very sweet and you cover both prompts so very well..bkm
ReplyDeleteThat's wonderfully sweet! The rhymes work nicely to give it a little lit as you read.
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strawberries and a visit from a grandchild is always sweet! :)
ReplyDeletethat's super sweet,
ReplyDeletelovely entry for Monday's child.
Smiles.
A++
sweet and nice.. here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/04/27/cheesecake/
ReplyDeleteLovely Lovely Words.
ReplyDeleteAwww... how absolutely sweet!! Gradmoms and strawberries go perfectly with each other...
ReplyDeleteGosh.. I'm missing my gramma!!