Sunday, 1 May 2016


Mums blue eye’s look at me as a warm
breeze flows through my body.

Her bright pink jacket hugs me as I feel like a giant
shield has constructed around me.

The rose perfume
runs after her like a shadow.

Most days she drops me off and goes for a run.
And sometimes we go for a game of tennis when we are bored.

Since my Great-Grandma passed away,
she has her diary in her drawer, safe and sound,
because it was what she grew up with.

1 comment:

  1. hi Oscar i love this piece of writing. i really like you your descriptive writing and when you say THE ROSE PERFUME RUNS AFTER HER SHADOW. best of luck, Mason.