She's old and frail, but strives to keep strong.
Lorna is her name.
Her light grey hair thinly waves around like a flag on a stormy day.
Her old wrinkly face just hangs there, like a coat freshly hung on the hanger.
Lorna has perfect eyes.
They strike you like a rainbow with their bright blue colour.
Little Pink Panther lips go well with her rosy red cheeks.
Her torso sits on her old bony hips, like a child your knees.
She has legs that are very weak, but still provide her with transportation.
Her toes and fingers veer off on a 45-degree angle and sit there uselessly, like size 4 shoes in an 11-year-old's closet.
Although her toes and fingers are very crooked, she doesn't care.
She just gets on with life and doesn't worry about them.
She has the use of one thumb and one finger, and that's all you need.
Just like an elephant does, she puts out her long arm like a trunk, picks the food up and "vroom", it's gone, like a racing car across the finish line.
Old Lorna loves her food.
She always has the biscuit tin full - unlike my tummy, always growling and gurgling at me.
I want more food.
Good old Lorna.
By Logan Anderson
Year 9
Kaikorai Valley College
