Nov 2019
Grandma's bows were over the top
so shiny and spectacular
she put them on every gift
it was special, it was her
Now Grandma's gone
and I miss those bows
sparkling underneath her tree
if we'll have Christmas, no one knows
I try to make them myself
I'm trying to preserve her memory
it's not the same without her here
did Grandpa even put up the tree?
so shiny and spectacular
she put them on every gift
it was special, it was her
Now Grandma's gone
and I miss those bows
sparkling underneath her tree
if we'll have Christmas, no one knows
I try to make them myself
I'm trying to preserve her memory
it's not the same without her here
did Grandpa even put up the tree?
Prompt: For this contest, submit a poem that talks about Christmas love or Christmas love lost. Either a poem about falling in love around the most wonderful time of the year, or reminisce on love during the Holidays (positive poems about families are good too). Another option would be a sad holiday poem about love lost.
Please, no explicit poems. Nothing ******.
Anywhere from 8 to 12 lines.
Any poem style is good as well.
I can't wait to read everyone's poems.
Grandma passed away in May. Her bows were the best thing about Christmas.
Please, no explicit poems. Nothing ******.
Anywhere from 8 to 12 lines.
Any poem style is good as well.
I can't wait to read everyone's poems.
Grandma passed away in May. Her bows were the best thing about Christmas.
