Momma said I should never look up at the sun
or I would be blinded by the light.
Well I took no heed of momma
and was blessed with a wondering sight.
Eighteen angels a side by side riding on their clouds,
Gabriel’s trumpet blaring out, whipping up the crowds,
A host of yellow ribbons tied up neat with crimson chord,
children sat round laughing while their parents praised the Lord.
Now I know why momma told me,
not to get upset,
but she aint seen what I seen,
least ways aint seen it yet,
I keep trying to tell her don't make a fuss,
Please don't strain your heart,
for I am sure we'll meet up oh so soon,
as we not long been apart,
Its cold in this place momma,
so I need to feel the sun,
in the morning I'll come calling,
but for now I gotta run.
Author notes
(AND I MEDITATED)
I HEARBY GIVE CREATIVE PASSION TO USE THIS POEM AS SHE WISHES.
JUST TELL THEM IT WAS TARCUS. THEY CAN ALWAYS FIND ME HERE.
A contest entry
- Golden- 15 poets or less/30 lines or less by HeavenonEarth.
950 points, ended March 4, 2008, 8 entries
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950 points, ended March 4, 2008, 6 entries
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Comments
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Hi there! Could you please keep this in this contest but also enter it here:
http://allpoetry.com/contest/show/2393967
Thank you
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I enjoyed the creativity in this and the soft rhyme that played so delicately among this theme. Thank you for the creative entry and all the best in the contest
Much Love and Many Blessings~
~Joy
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