Arsiema Berhane - Childhood

You would have laughed
At the way I used to speak
But I don't find it funny
The way I used to think.

I'm serious.

Every time reading me
Bed time stories
When I went to sleep,
Every time telling me
Fantasy stories
In my memory to keep,
Grandmother
More than anyone I loved her.
She died when I was still a little kid
I thought about all the things she did
And said to myself
'My! we are in the middle of
The book named lord of the rings
Where we met the old man, Gandalf
Now that grandma is gone
Who's gonna finish it? '

Arsiema Berhane

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