100 Words: Generation
She was a small woman standing at four foot one,
Her teeth were strong, as was her endurance of life.
Her daughter was the eldest of all her children,
She learned about life early, taking care of everything and everyone.
Firsborn grandchild was a girl whose only resemblance was in stature,
She’d only have one child expelled from her loins.
This child, the first great-grandchild, another girl,
One that would go on to have four babies of her own.
Four strong woman of four generations, within one family;
Women that are all so different, and yet all the same.
100 Words
Brainchild of:
Velvet Verbosity
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Strong. Precise. And a great story.
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Sweet.
I must start doing this meme…it will help me do the 55 Flash Fiction one I signed up for (and haven’t posted on) a while ago. I so bugged that guy too!
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You have got to be the most creative person ever, Mishi. Come have coffee with me and see if I can pick some of it up by osmosis.
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LOVE, Love, love this… so beautiful, so much life.
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Mishelle, if you’ve written more about your mom, grandmother and great-grandmother, could you sometime post the links? This piques the curiosity as to what great stories you must have to tell!
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