I remember your eyes, Looking into mine. I remember your smile, Pushing into my heart. I remember your voice, Promising me happily ever after. I wish to forget your words, Injuring me till today. I wish to forget your coldness, Leaving me like a rock forever.
Notebook and coffee on the table, She was ready to write. Kitties fed and satisfied, She was ready to create. Phone off and out of sight, She was eager to type. One hundred words on the page, She was ready to go on. Characters control the pen, She was ready to fight. Author and protagonist… Continue reading Writing a Book – A #Poem
In the little coffee shop, she savoured the silence. The rich aroma of freshly baked croissants and muffins tempted her. After she got herself an almond croissant and a second latte, her phone vibrated. Glaring at the screen, she switched off her phone. She missed those days when people couldn't contact you at all hours… Continue reading Cool Grandma