Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download the photo graphic, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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What Lasts
I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head, Watching her chest rise and fall, Her precious lips poised for her next feeding. I wonder if this is my last sleepless night spent drinking in her infantile perfection. My little girl starts Kindergarten today, Pretty plaid dress and sparkly shoes, A backpack with her favorite princess on it. I wonder if this is my last time knowing that she’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss her. I just left my beautiful protege at college, A new dorm room with movie posters And everything important to her proudly displayed. I wonder if this is the last time she’ll call our house her home. The amazing woman I birthed is 23. Cancer now consumes her body And my time, driving to chemo, holding her hand, praying until my knees give out. I wonder if this is the last treatment — the one that will end her pain. I stare at my baby’s perfect bald head, Reminded of when she was a newborn. But this time I’m not feeling the joy, only fear. I wonder if this will be the last time I hold this exceptional soul in my arms. I stare at the lovely woman beneath my tree, Her short, curly hair a welcome change, Making her blue eyes sparkle even more than the Christmas lights. And I am certain this will not be the last time I thank my God for a miracle. November 28, 2018
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