Smile Bright

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Description

Poem about meeting my grandfather.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

African (General)

Transcript

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I remember his smile was bright, like the sun. I was two years old, the first last and only time I met and was in his presence. My father brought me to new york city to meet him at one of the most expensive hotels in the city. I remember there being tons of lights everywhere and he looked as tall as the sky blocking out the sun, smiling so big. He bent down to pick me up to meet him in his piece of the sky. He squeezed me so hard it tickled and I squirm to get back to my father, but he held me tight and kept laughing and talking so joyfully with my father. We ate at a big, beautiful restaurant and then we brought him back to his hotel room where he and my father talked. He gave me these shiny, round, gold looking things which I later learned were gold coins. I only cared about the loud noises they made when they were moved around together, picked up and spilled out of my hand when we had to leave he hugged me tight again and I hugged him as tight as I could around his neck so he knew I was strong enough to hug that way too