Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

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Ninety Eight

She died at ninety eight
She knew a time for misery
Hard times and hard work
For pain and suffering
And yes even agony

It all seemed endless
And then it did

There came a time
For freed spirits
Quietened cries
And answered prayers
There finally came
A time for peace


AP: Honorable Mention 2022

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Mike Gentile March 26, 2018 at 7:44 AM This one really speaks to me, Line. Life can be so many things and extremely challenging. Great poem xxoo Line Gauthier March 26, 2018 at 8:26 AM Thank you so much, Mike, for your wonderful visit and comment. Much appreciated.

Caren Krutsinger March 24, 2018 at 9:09 AM My great grandmother had 18 children, and we often thought about her being pregnant 14 years of her life; I am claiming this poem in honor of her too, if it's okay. Line Gauthier March 24, 2018 at 11:48 AM OMG 18 children - that is an amazing legacy!

Tom Cunningham March 24, 2018 at 7:43 AM Sad though, when you think many lead a miserable existence and it only ceases when they pass. Tom Tom Cunningham March 24, 2018 at 8:00 AM Yet in those times people just got on with things, I suppose it was considered the norm, people today do not realise how lucky they are. Line Gauthier March 24, 2018 at 7:56 AM "Life was rough at the turn to the previous century. This poem is about my paternal grand-mother who raised her 13 kids. I'm sure she had some joy throughout her life but at the end of her life she was in excruciating agony for several months in the hospital. Thanks for your lovely visit and comment, Tom."