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I Died

I died when my mom died, too young to know, 
my dear nanny's sweet love sustained me then 
For three short years, she was my dearest friend
She was an angel, helping me to grow

One day, she left and then I died again.
I was just five wondering what I'd done
I gained, unloving stepmom with a son
and I felt all life could do was just rain!

I did life over, but this time I sailed
I saw an opening and took a chance
Today, I die bits at each friend's demise
moments time stole, become faded and paled
I know I'll see friends, if only a glance.
I'll join their dance among clouds in the skies.

April 8, 2023
for 'I Died poetry contest'
by Craig Cornish

Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2023

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Victor Buhagiar Date: 4/9/2023 1:35:00 AM Brilliant. Should be one of the best. Login to Reply

Daniel Turner Date: 4/8/2023 6:09:00 PM Easily relatable, Ann. Most have died a little at the passing of a loved one. Great write. Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 4/8/2023 6:56:00 PM Thank you so much, Daniel! I wrote directions wrong for efgefg and ended up having to rewrite most of poem. The life of a poet.

Susan Lawrence Date: 4/8/2023 4:19:00 PM Wow so deep and poignant dear Ann. I felt the sting of sadness and time lost . I felt the rebirth in finding a new path to sail . Beautiful emotions at play . Love, Susan :) Login to Reply Ann Peck Date: 4/8/2023 7:10:00 PM Thanks so much, Susan. I really don't like writing about my life. I would so much rather leave it to my imagination. :) I think, of all your beautiful poems, your latest is my fav.