Tuesday, April 5, 2011

"My Grandfather" / By Karen Lee Vendriger

 At the age of 3 
I  drew my first picture.
  Grandfather bought me a sketchbook
and a bunch of pencils, just for me.
Grandfather always took me 
to different, interesting museums.
Each time I would bring
 my sketchbook along.
Once Grandfather asked me to draw his portrait.
Throughout the whole time while 
I was drawing he couldn't stop laughing.

When Grandfather was admitted to the hospital.
I drew. 

After Grandfather passed away, 
his synagogue dedicated an
 evening in his memory.
I drew.

28-05-2010

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