The book is a story about love long ago
Of fair maidens in castles with moats below
Brave knights in armour who rode to wars
And mystic beings who lived on the moors
Or perhaps it is the one of the Victorian girl
Who loved to dance, her gowns all a twirl
She married a prince and then became Queen
And grieved as a widow, became almost unseen
Tales of such bravery, love and adventure
Opening up the New World with indenture
Rags to riches and pioneering dreamers
Riverboat gamblers and wicked schemers
Granny loved her books of romantic themes
She would live within the pages of dreams
Said, with a story to read I need never be bored
The more you read, the more knowledge you stored
Those old hands are still, will turn pages no more
Her book remains unfinished as it slips to the floor
Now dear Granny can have her best romance ever
Be with our Granddad again, this time forever
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This was my favorite part:
Or perhaps it is the one of the Victorian girl
Who loved to dance, her gowns all a twirl
She married a prince and then became Queen
And grieved as a widow, became almost unseen
How scary it must be to grow old and have the world keep on going without you. How sad to have the one you love kept from you by death.
I like the way you paint her with her nose always in a book, it paints her as a dreamer. If she cant go out and live life on her own feet, she can at least do it through the characters in a book. Beautiful. -
Good luck with this finely crafted write-well thought out and beautifully finished babes-makes me proud for you-xxx Hilly
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