Death
As Suzanne's blood soaked the road and her life ended
death saw the little girl who was me weeping, weeping
he took my hand and whispered- be still little one
I will take good care of your sister, sister love . . .
and the years rolled by and death came many times
each time whispering in a murmur for me- just me
I will take good care of your beloved sweet one
gray moss of time hangs- and a fatal day wings
for me . . . now life is ravaged, scarred, and weather stained
my comfort- that in my final gasp- death cradles me . . .
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January 14, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Death
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1104-842-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 10 lines, 10 words. Free Verse 1
sponsor, Lu Loo- Theme chosen - #3 death
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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