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does the water on
Top of Everest taste sweet
Its echo screams death.
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GRANDMA NELSON
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
By Susan Payton7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Brilliantly written!!! Loving it!!!
It could be a sweet death, hehehehe. Loved your poem!
I will never know lines one and two due to line three. Well done, my friend.
This one has a deep undercurrent. Nicely done, Melissa!
Ohh that does make one think. Well done
That took a turn! Really moving question.
Stunning words, a beautiful Haiku. ❤️