I Was Broken
Grandma, when I was b r o k e n you held me,
you gave me sanctuary and excellent tea!
When I could N O T express my pain,
you gave me a journal. "Write it my DEAR!"
And I did, I wrote about every fear and tear.
Often, my writing held a teardrop s t a i n ;
but my pen kept dripping AGAIN and again,
and a poet was born- that is clear.
Then you left one n i g h t,
so peacefully in your sleep.
Oh, THIS girl was shattered!
I wept for days, d a y s . . .
A whisper w r i t e it my dear-
(in the church I read my words.)
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April 19, 2017
Couplet/Rhyme/Sedoka/I Was Broken
Copyright Protected, ID 893793
For the contest, Three Style III
Sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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