History on her Memory
By my gran-mama's feet
She gather us all
A candle she lit
Memories she began to recall
She was ten at that time
When the country was conquered
Her town was peaceful, no crime
But no more, once they've been cornered
Too young to be noticed
But her sister was not
She was taken by the so-called police
Offered as a moll for the conqueror's lot
Her sister was never seen after
Died having done by ten men
Gran-mama's Pa fought for her daughter
But a guerrilla way shorten his life-span
Gran-mama's lips now formed a smile
As another memory gave way
She remember walking down the aisle
Sixteen only, it's no child's play
A husband of eighteen
Still a boy in so many ways
She giggled, telling us she felt like a gelatin
Twelve children was the proof, she say
She calls herself a historian
Whenever she tells us her story
Passing down her words like a librarian
For all her glory is truly legendary.
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Prompt: History
©April 23, 2015
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