Broken Wings
I am a poet and writer of words,
You know me through my sad poems;
But there is more to me more to this girl,
I found writing at a very young age.
It is my life,
This poetry,
My safe harbour,
Sorrow in words.
I work in a nursing home for old folks,
This job is emotional it breaks my heart;
I do not want to love but I do love,
And when death comes I am broken again.
They are sweet,
Well some are cross,
There are stories,
In wrinkled hands.
I met death in childhood and we are friends,
Sorrow has walked hand in hand each sad step;
Death has taken everyone, even baby,
Husband, sister, mother, father, grandma.
In stone are names,
And I grieve them,
I write this pain,
In sad poetry.
But there is happiness in friends for life,
We shop and dine, laugh and oh gosh we talk;
I find tranquility in sweet meditation,
The unconditional love of a sweet cat.
In soft music,
The birds in flight,
In the silence,
And I write, write.
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April 9, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Broken Wings
Copyright Protected, ID 04-660-836-09
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Bio Of A Poet,
sponsor, Tammy Reams , Judged 05/2015
First Place
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