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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My one true love is sadly gone, a name upon stone I dwell on; oh, do you recall the chiffon, of my wedding dress in Bourgogne. The green park in France and the swan, since your death I have been withdrawn; yes, I am a girl woebegone, and I dream all the night 'till dawn. Oh, why is the grass like a lawn; your name etched in cold stone upon. I visit when the flowers bloom, and bring red roses to your tomb; I love the scent of their perfume, oh, rest in peace, my love, my groom. And though lovely warm- I am gloom, I wilt like a flower of doom; a bird sings- then grief I resume, falling is a white feather plume. And the baby stirs in my womb; a place waits- a nursery room. I come when the leaves have gone dry, and wind is making the trees sigh; above clouds dance in the Fall sky, it seems my long hair wants to fly. I sang such a sweet lullaby, when our son had to say goodbye; I see him as a butterfly, oh, I ask God why, why, why, why! For what reason must baby die; never- do I get a reply. I come when snow has fallen white, the snowflakes giving me delight; though my coat warm- the cold does bite, a gust takes my scarf on a flight. I see your tomb- your name not quite, oh, I still dream of you at night; will enjoy my Christmas despite, I am so tired of the long fight. Keeping you in my mind and sight; I think you are in the starlight. I come when all is green neon, darling- time for me to move on; I have swept my tears with a broom, my mask- happy girl all assume. Flowers your tomb will beautify, I plant you violets and cry; my future darling will be bright, for of my life I now write, write. And I am finding my own way; still hard w i t h o u t you in my day. ________________________________ October 9, 2019 Poetry/Rhyme/Woebegone Love Copyright Protected, ID 19-1187-420-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, “Ludix-Rym” sponsor, Lu Loo First Place *Bourgogne is a region in France near Paris famous for wine.
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