my shells

I wrote this poem in the fifth grade in memory of my grandpa.


As I look at my shells,
I remember the sea,
And someone who was very special to me.
When I went to his house,
Right next to the sea,
We went looking for shells regularly.

His heart was loving,
As it will always be,
To every animal,
Including a flea.
I was his grandaughter,
And I could see,
That he was getting weak slowly.

I will always cherish those moments,
And ones to be,
When someone and me,
Walk along together,
By the sea.

songs

Hey! It's been a while since I've written on here. I'm almost done with school! Hoorah!

If you want to check out any of the songs I've written, you can listen to them on www.nevertheless.bandcamp.com.