After I finished reading the poem of “Green Rain, I was touched and impressed by the profound love of the poet. This is especially intensive when I read the sentence
“I remember the rain as the feathery fringe on her shawl (86)”, which makes me remember the days which I was brought up by my grandmother. After my birth, I was sent to my grandmother’s home because my parents need to work all days and do not have time to take care me.
Since then, my grandmother gave me all her tenderness and take care me every day. It was a difficult job for a seventy-year-old woman to bring up a baby, especially at the mid-night while everyone is sleeping, she needed to wake up and take me a crying baby.
Until I was three years old, my parents brought me back home. Since then, I seldom visit my grandmother unless it was the family gathering every year.
Time passed and I was eight years old, I was shocked by the news that my grandmother had suffered cancer. She could live no more than a month. The only place that I could meet her was the hospital. I stayed with her until her last breath.
My grandmother is no longer to be with me now, but whenever I hear the word “grandmother”, her appearance will show up on my mind.