attractive colors and sweet perfumes.
In the drought of loneliness
she suddenly comes like the clouds
in my favorite and colorful costumes.
When I look at the prints of flowers with her
shining on the summer suit gifted by me
my eyes smile with the colors she brought
to send the smile to my heart I gift her perfumes,
my sweet granddaughter then becomes a rose
to end my painful and deadly drought.
Then comes the evening of a grandmother
she gathers her courage for a dinner-outing
a happy moment for the dolls of clay!
My smile when turns in life full laughter
refreshing, recreating and rebuilding,
what a lovely role the gifts can play!