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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?

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.