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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