Childhood
I stole my grandma's money
When I grew up, I asked my grandma
Do you know that the money is small?
Grandma said, "Yes."
I said, "Do you know why not change the place?"
Grandma said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to find it."
Now: .............
But I can't find my grandma.
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Luna
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Comments (3)
I took some pocket change from my father in my childhood. My grandma gave me some money during festivities or special occasions
Fascinating poem and well written, good luck.
A touching and poignant reflection on childhood memories and the passage of time. It really hits you in the heart.