My mothers hand
Is smooth as baby bottom;
Her back,strait sticks
Her leg,fat drumsticks
Her laugh,quiet wheeze
Her breath,smoky breeze
Sitting
Pretty peacefully
My mother
Is wrapped in her warm blankets
Here is a picture of me and my mum <3 This weeks writing task was a free-verse poem about "my grandad's hand".We practised using semi-colons, a range of sentences are using better vocabulary.Our poem are based on an original poem written by Gary Oconnell. I chose to write about mother because she was someone very special to me
