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Grandma's Doll

As fiery flames pierced the ebony sky
I watched my home engulf in burning sty
My family huddled, disbelief in each tear
The Lord had saved us from this inferno of fear
Then allowed me to save one material possession
The last chance I had, this is my confession
My grandma's doll I could not leave behind
Sweet fruit of life, my home only the rind
For the memories she holds I could not replace
Fair, kindred thoughts clad in sheer lace
Lost childhood secrets of yesteryear 
Eyes that do stare mottled and clear
Aging beauty, statuesque grace
Ruby lips on a smooth bisque face
Ebony locks, I gripped time by and by  
As fiery flames pierced the ebony sky

by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 24, 2012
for Last Chance contest

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

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Maureen Lefanue Date: 1/26/2012 2:22:00 AM Thanks for your kind comments, Rhonda. No, I don't mind if you use it. It came to me at 4am this morning. I awoke with the words, 'Sweet, Sweet, Breath of Heaven' and knew that if I didn't write it down, it would be gone by the morning, so I wrote the first verse and finished it at 6am this morning. It just comes so easy. God bless you, Maureen Login to Reply