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Grandma's ''Fragile'' Things

When I visited Grandma as a child, I wanted to touch all her fragile things; all that nice porcelain she had stockpiled, all those flimsy things left me with yearnings. I so wanted to touch them with my hands, but Grandma said, "no, they are delicate;" soon though, she gave in to my sad demands. I held a sweet figurine then- PLUMMET! It fell onto the wood floor and shattered, it lay there broken into small pieces; I was crying and could not say a word, then, my Grandma was giving me kisses. "After lunch we will go shopping," she said; to the dime store for another and thread! ______________________ October 15, 2017 Sonnet/Grandma's "Fragile" Things Copyright Protected, ID 949864 Written for the contest, Fragile sponsor, John Hamilton Fourth Place
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October 25, 2017 at 5:10 PM
Very touching and poignant, Constance, I adored my grandmother, (my mom's died when my mom was only 11, so I never knew her), and I can still smell the wonderful odor of her house, though it's been many years since she passed - best wishes and congratulations on your well-deserved win, my friend! :-)
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October 18, 2017 at 10:23 PM
Enjoyed this time traveling sonnet, back to yesteryear, congrats on a nice placement!
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October 16, 2017 at 8:02 AM
Grandmothers are the BEST, they know how to make you feel special and certainly wanted within this cruel world! They would always try to shield you and protect you from the harm that would soon come to us! I always appreciated my grandmother, and I miss her dearly! I surely loved the way you wrote this incredible poem here this morning! What a fabulous piece, Great Work my friend!!
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October 16, 2017 at 6:01 AM
Such a loving grandmother--aren't grandparents the best at tender care!!
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