| "Circles" Eya Mani tipimakr@cam-walnet.com I turned around and asked, "Why do we pick berries, Grandmother?" "So we might live my Grandson" I turned around and asked, "Where have all the horses gone, Grandmother?" "So we might live my Grandson" I turned around and asked, "Why must I go to school, Grandmother?" "So you will learn to live my Grandson" I turned around and asked, "Why must I go away to fight, Grandmother?" "So all might live my Grandson" I turned around and asked, "Now what can I do for you Grandmother?" "Now you must go and live my Grandson" I turned around and asked, "Would you like to meet my son Grandmother?" "Yes, my Grandson" He turned around and asked, "Why do we pick berries, Great Grandmother?" "So we might live my Grandson" Brain Candy E-Zine has no rights to this story. The rights belong to the author. |
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