Autumn Rose Wood Poet Free verse

Melodious Memories

Her violin comfort
Soothes the rough spots
The centers of every gnarly problem turned into some sort
Sweet love knots
In her song
She shares
Her life long
But too full of cares
Piano sonata plays on
She's forgotten how to slow dance
Yet she teaches others how to move upon
The clouds for the next and last chance

Weeping rains fall
Drowning out her whispered recollections
But soon the sheltering wall
Will crumble to find resonate resurrections

She strums until the harp rings
And earthly heart strings
Hum harmony

A stranger hears her little one chant another memorial
"Who is she?"
A whispering musician
A singing magician
A sonnet
Grandmother

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Michael Jordan October 7, 2008 at 8:39 PM Autumn I just had to add a way to go - I'm proud of you for remembering to thank my wife - God Bless

Michael Jordan October 7, 2008 at 5:08 PM I truly enjoyed your poem - I personally feel "Who she is " is irrelevant to the caring - Man some of the comments being left these days are just uncalled for - at any rate I liked your poem Autumn I found it to be very precious - God Bless you hon

Michael Torres October 7, 2008 at 3:12 PM Very nice. excellent thoughts. Blessings Michael