Poems to My Grandma123456789101112161314171815[10]

you deserved a queen sash

it is strange that people
do not praise little things

it is strange that people
praise so much empty words

it is strange that people
let be seduced by illusory images
do not see

I will not kneel down
before an artificial queen
made of plastic

I will kneel down
before a real queen
who laughs and hugs
who has an amusing pride
who has a soft heart

before a grown-up kid
grown-up enough
for great gestures

a great soul without evil
a queen of white light
out of a fairy tale
by Johnny Virgilto Maria Virgil
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