His Old Clothes
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His old clothes and bear are all I have left
in the nursery. I whisper your name,
clutch your blue blanket. I’m fragile, bereft ...
knowing my life will never be the same
My precious baby Jay
alone you passed away
it was a dreadful day
you’d caught a chill
became so ill
I’m mourning still
My shattered heart has an enormous cleft
people say I must not shoulder the blame
I had called the medics without delay ...
It was God’s will
FICTION POEM WRITTEN FOR CONTEST
Required words Dreadful, blue fragile shattered whisper
Line 4 used, His old Clothes
The Puzzle of my Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
checked with how many syllables
5/24/18
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2018
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