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.
Excellent teamwork with this task, I enjoyed writing this poem with you today, Solomon.
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ReplyDeleteKia Ora Solomon,
ReplyDeleteIt was really helpful that you wrote a blurb about the purpose of your writing activity.
I can just picture someone (your Nan in this case) lying on a foldout chair as in New Zealand lots of people have one.
Next time, you add in a photo of your Nan.
Thanks for sharing.
Zara @ Belfast School.
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ReplyDeleteI really like that you made your introduction bold so that it is easier to tell apart from the poem.
Did you know that my Grandma is in South Africa.
Maybe next time you could share a bit more on your blurb.
Why is it called "My BIG Nans hands"?
Kind Regards Leandri