What do you think of this poem?

Grandmother's Picture



I string dried flowers together

as Mother searches for and old picture of grandmother.

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.

What do you think of this poem?
I think its realy good! Its like a little story, and you can tell that it has a lot of depth.

Well done :)