My Hopeful Heart From My Deathbed
I lay in this bed, puttering close to death
Wonder when I shall draw my last breath
A long and great life it certainly has been
I have no hair, move in wheelchair, yet I grin
Grinning at memories and days full of glee
Soaring past on my mount- whizzing by as a banshee
That horse, always my truest love, concerned thereof
before all else she was my miraculous dove.
Many a year together our pleasure- just us alone
Till my daughter born- then the seeds were sown
She loves my mare as I once did, legacy passes
Grown in hours of life, breathed in by spring grasses.
My beast, my child upon my hopeful heart now it shall be
They shall run with my memory- may they both be free.
poem date 6/1/2012
Form Sonnet
Theme Hopeful Heart
For the 3 forms, 3 themes contest
by Francine Roberts
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2012
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