Poem about My Big Nan's Hands

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.