Delicate Anniversary Death
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It will be the anniversary of my sisters death,
in a few days and I will turn back the pages of time.
The mirage comes back to my brain with all the pain,
her blood left a stain on the road until the rain;
it flowed down a drain- a memory that will forever remain.
Mother screamed but I froze and became nonverbal,
the days that followed were a nightmare dream;
my sister had a lot of sweet allure and charm to appeal.
And she came to me at night in a gossamer light,
she held my hand tight and her smile was honey bright;
and all around us white dulcet birds were in flight.
I will never forget the day of Suzanne's funeral,
she lay so ethereal, so fragile and delicate;
I stood very straight and still and held my tears,
many gave us the balm of consolation and solace.
Oh, how pale Suzanne looked, so dainty and frail,
I fell into a tale, and wispy wings were my veil;
on an ocean I sail- until the scent of roses I inhale.
My birthday followed- got a doll gift favor I still savor,
I said- be braver and that was my pivot and saver.
January 25, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Delicate Anniversary Death
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Written for the contest, Eight Word Anniversary
sponsor, Michelle Faulkner
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