Greatgrandma Loves Writing Poems

She really does... She writes a lot about love, crying, and About someone dying. She writes about flowers In gardens, and Pretty crystal vases, Gracing tables, Layed out in lace. Great Grandma wrote Once, about my face. She writes of the stars and The moon, Once dancing on it, as it smiled. Said she wished she could have Stayed a while longer, But sunrise called, Scattering through the Morning woods. Birds sang in mellow tones, Ravens black, were seen Soaring almost as high as eagles. Robins are her favorite things, Except for butterflies, Which defy the idea that there is Any creature more beautiful! Greatgrandma wrote about the Waves licking the shore. I looked and looked for the Dancing sun, She said lingered. She's writing now about Some special thing. I know this because always, When she writes, She sings. 2:50-2:51 p.m. March 20, 2013 EST Cynthia Singing Still