Brock was in kindergarten when his Mammaw died. The following was sent home by his teacher after they talked about losing his grandma to cancer.
I Miss Mammaw
When we went to Mammaws house
She likes frogs
We got her boxes full of frogs….fake frogs
Whenever she lived in the house,
she had coffee mugs that hung on the wall
Like bunches of them.
All different kind of mugs.
When her mom Texie
She would make coffee with sugar.
I would drink some. I would wake up early.
Texie would be making coffee.
I was shocked because hardly anyone is up when I am up.
When mammaw died
Grandpa moved and remarried.
I was the ring bearer,
It wasn’t fun
Because mammaw had died and
Grandpa was marrying someone else.
I felt sad.
Mammaw sometimes took me to Dairy Queen
And then we would recycle papers
Every time I went to Mammaws house
she would be happy to see us.
Mammaw traveled a lot on motorcycles
She would go to a lot of places out of state.
Mammaw would get us stuff
And tell us what she saw when she was there.
Mammaw promised that she would take me to
New york and show me the Statue of Liberty.
Texie did smoke, but she quit because Mammaw
Died of cancer.
I miss Mammaw.
One Response to “Brock’s Poem”
August 24, 2011 at 9:44 pm
"Here’s one poem hearing it from a child’s point of view. I found this poem by a kindergarten boy, who tells about losing his grandma to cancer at http://www.cancersucks.com/about/brocks-poem"