Gently, she pushes and pulls the rake,
Rounding up her tiny, pure white stones,
All the while with loving hands,
Never leaving one askew
Delicately, they are placed, forming
Miraculous ripples of rock
As her Zen garden glows with perfection
Author notes
for grandma
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This is so beautiful. It is a powerful metaphor of the love for family, at least that is what I felt it was.
Carrie
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thanks! and you got it! i wrote this for my grandma for xmas and it is about how she has shaped and molded us into what weve become
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