All to whom she greatly mattered
stood outside the little, grey church
dampened by Angels' teardrops
Within a lady of tremendous courage
one who in spite of agony wouldn't let
illness stop her artful flower
With pain-twisted hands, she hooked
for her beloved niece, her masterpiece,
"Three Monkeys Jumping on the Bed,"
Later inside the church stood a
her nephew who with quivering
voice spoke a loving elegy
Listening sadly in the front pew the
man who brought her love and
life anew...
Tears flowed openly that morning
knowing she was at last agony-free
hooking happily in her heavenly home.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write an emotional poem. Make your reader feel. It could be that they will laugh, cry, smile, etc. just make sure they feel something. |
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