My Grandma

• Ella Pudsey, Grade 5, Mount Pritchard East Public School
• Short Story
• 2015

Excellence Award in the 'Beyond Words 2015' competition

My grandma smells like roses because she grows them
And also eats the chocolates called 'Roses.
The sound that reminds me of my Grandma is silence-
Not a word. She is as silent as a humming bird.
All I hear is her soft humming.
My Grandma looks as sweet as honeysuckle.
Her heart is melted with kindness.
I can feel her full of happiness
And bright bubbling colours like a rainbow.
That is why I love her so much.
She makes me feel safe.
That is why she is as precious as gold.