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