How is this poem?

Grandmother's Picture



I string dried flowers together

as Mother searches for and old picture of her.

She finds one pressed between the pages of an old album,

her smile seized and frozen, as the tall grass blows

and bucket sways by tired hips;

the soiled linen,

toiled hands,

and treading feet

walking against the wind;



I bet she can feel the days as they're left behind,

the heavy labours and beating sun,

as buildings sprout and roads

are paved;

feel the doorway of the future

and her grand entrance,

as the heat rises from her pores

like factory steam-

and makes her way into heaven.

How is this poem?
Not bad.



I would jump into the intro a little quicker, like this:



Mother finds a picture of her, pressed like a dried

flower between the pages of an old album....



Other than that, nice stuff. Like the buildings sprouting and roads assembling themselves in the second stanza.
Reply:It's a little shock. But I like form, i like purport... May be I'll try to translate... May be. I like it very much. OK. But you don't know how to deal with your Mother?.. Excuse for this question...
Reply:Very nice.Blessings Yahoo
Reply:I think its very nice! I love writing poems
Reply:I like it. Good work.