They were her joy,
Embellishments in her night sky,
Budding flowers in her garden,
Music in her midnight moments.
As they slept,
She looked at them with tear-filled eyes,
She thanked God for giving
them as gifts to add colour and spice to her life.
Each day stood before her as a portrait,
She painted what she wanted to see,
Hope aided her brush strokes,
Perseverance added the salient details.
Autumn was her favourite season,
It opened the door for her muse,
She emptied her thoughts in lines and stanzas,
She sang as they raked leaves.
She smiled as she breathed her last,
They stood around her,
Tears streamed down their eyes,
She had steered her boat valiantly.
November 9, 2022.
Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest,
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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