This week T2 got told that it was grandparents day on Friday so I decided to do descriptive memory poem.
Looks like: Pretty rose in the front garden blowing in the cool breeze.
Smells like: grandmas Freshly baked cookies sitting on the table waiting for me.
Feels Like: A warm, comfortable and a happy place.
Sounds like: Grandad losing in a good game of monopoly.
Kia ora Jorja, Your poem tells me so much about your grandparents happy home. How wonderful to have fun and treats and lots of love from grandparents.
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