This weeks task is to write about someone close to you. My one was about my grandads hands,why I did it is because my grandad passed away last year but I didn't get to write about him.
My grandads hands by D.J
My grandad's hands
are wrinkly lines racing up his body;
his back,is a bony line up his neck;
his legs,won't be able to move for long.
His laugh is soft and pale;
his breath,is like fire because he would always eat mint.
Sleeping
quietly on his dusty,old chair,
my grandad
is watching over us in heaven.
In loving mermorie Sio Silva Brunt
