Don't listen at door's
#WritcoPoemPrompt42
Write a poem focusing on a single memory, or describe what you might imagine the typical grandmother’s kitchen to be like.
As a boy of ten.
I stood behind a door.
My parents were talking.
This was serious I could tell.
Voices were no raised but serious....
Write a poem focusing on a single memory, or describe what you might imagine the typical grandmother’s kitchen to be like.
As a boy of ten.
I stood behind a door.
My parents were talking.
This was serious I could tell.
Voices were no raised but serious....