My Life
Auburn hair and freckles, but such a sickly child
Cossetted and nurtured, no permission to be wild
Always painfully shy, with both cheeks blushing red
Unable to blossom, she went inwards instead
A grown up who struggled with confidence and living
To strive in a world that was so unforgiving
She met a good man with confidence for two
And slowly her spirit began to shine through
Now widowed and alone her greatest challenge yet, she knew…
CONTEST: Your life in nine lines or less
Sponsor:Anthony Slausin
8th place Premier Contest
CONTEST 505
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st place
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2018
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