This is about a woman I knew from church. Her viewing was last week. She got dementia and spiraled downhill in about four years' time. She had been a journalist at one time. I am glad that she is now at peace.
Silent is she whose sharp mind unraveled; she died. This woman, friendly, loved to gab and laugh. Unsmiling in her casket now. . . her face is strangely beautiful. May 13. 2019 for the 'Charlieku New Form' Poetry contest of charles messina Poetry form description: The poem must be 15 lines long and the syllable count must be 23232,3232,323,23,3 Also, it must be 5 lines, 4 lines, 3 lines, 2 lines and 1 line.
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