This week's writing task is a poem about "My Big Nan's Hands".
Everyone in my family calls her big Nan because she is the oldest in our family.
My big Nan's hands
are wrinkly pockets;
her back, a hunched mound;
her cheeks, chubby Marshmallows.
Her laugh, is a quiet mouse;
her breath, soft and quiet.
Lying
relaxed and peaceful
My big Nan is
laid back in her foldout chair.
