Five Years Old
Beautiful Golden Curls
Two Special People In Their Own Little World
Tiny Smooth Hand In A Bigger Wrinkled One
The Older Lady Watches As The Girl Plays In The Sun
Running By The Apple Tree, Down The Garden Hill
To Cut Them Some Asparagus In The Late Evening Chill
Grannie's Little Helper Is Who She'll Always Be
Running Around The Apple Tree
Seventeen Years Old
Beautiful Golden Curls
Only One Person Left In Their Special World
And That Little Smooth Hand Misses The Bigger Wrinkled One
And The Way She Watched Me Laughing In The Sun
The Asparagus Probably Still Lives There On That Pretty Garden Hill
But To Go There Alone Would Be Too Sad
I Doubt I Ever Will
Emily Erin Brame Emily E. Brame is a Senior at Murray State University,
Murray Kentucky with a double major in English and Psychology. The poem is about
Emily and her grandmother, Mary Davis Brame.
