My Babushka Purse

• Zoe Kettle, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2015

The feeling of sheep skin
Shredding through my veins
From beneath my sensitive skin
And into my splendid heart
Velvet fragile shapes and sizes
The warm feeling of light
When I look at my masterpiece
It reminds me of those gifted memories
Until the colours drift away
And fade through dark nights fall
My love will spread in every way
And you will be with me.