A daughter's plea


A daughter's plea.

Let me speak to the manager,
So I can give my plea.
My mum has spent all her time,
Please, take it from me.
Give her a year, 
a decade would be ideal.
She can have a year of mine,
Please let's make a deal.
I have yet to have any children
My kids will never know,
That warmth a grandma brings,
With her embrace, and wonderful glow.
It may sound very selfish, 
it may make me sound insane.
But thinking of a world 
without  her, 
Gives me lots of pain.
I know this is all futile,
I know what eventually will be.
But she is a lovely woman,
Just you wait and see.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

First attempt at a poem that rhymes. Very difficult.


all feedback and potential tweaks welcomed.

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a.griffiths57's picture

A daughters plea


I think your rhyming poem is quite good. I love the sentiment, care and love entailed in your poem; about your grandmother. We are at a loss without them, grandmothers I mean. I like your faith also that heaven will like your grandma too! Well done.




allets's picture

Longevity For Grandmas

Unbiased as a grandmother, I think we should live longer than anybody - the view from six to eight decades is a commodity that has historical and monetary value - the wisdom alone is worth diamonds and grandsons and grandaughters who want to give us a year of two of their lifetime to keep us around longer. Nice write. Opinion? Totally unbiased. ~allets