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Grandmother

I dreamed
I was picking
flowers for you again,
like I did the summer before
you died.

Sometimes
I dream about
flowers, and as I wake
the colors fade into the tears
I cry.

I dreamed
you died.
Sometimes
I cry.


I learned from "Amaze: The Cinquain Journal" (now defunct) that in finely written modern Cinquain the first and last lines in each Cinquain should make a "mini poem." 

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Jacqueline R. Mendoza Date: 6/2/2025 4:56:00 PM Hi Ms. Chetta or Mr. Chetta, it's about ur grandmother liking to pick flowers. my late Grandmother too but she passed away. I invite u to check out some of my poems, some say it's a learning tool. It's good for ur soul, u can comment or not if u want but how will I know that u visited right? Login to Reply Chetta Achara Date: 6/2/2025 5:32:00 PM Hi. It's Ms. My grandmother passed away a long time ago. During the last couple of years of her life I helped care for her. At one time she had three green houses and grew beautiful flowers time sell. I miss her dearly. I will be sure to check out your poetry.