Photos hung in the purest of gold,
as I walked along the crowded halls.
I thought to myself, "If this is Heaven,
afterlife won't be so bad after all."
Mama sounded my name to a door,
where my baby siblings sat in perfect play.
Baffled to my terrific surprise,
I was stunned, had nothing to say.
Since infancy was cursed, a dream was near.
staring me kindly in my face.
My father bent and whispered in my ear,
"It's not time for you to be in this place."
A contest entry
- Overcome the impossible. by bballer21.
625 points, ended November 27, 45 entries
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Comments
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The memories of those who have passed on can sometimes creep into our psyche and create a melancholy mood. Other times the fondest thoughts usurp our missing them and we smile. I felt these words, was there with you. If my dad were the one whispering, that would really be uncanny. His passing still holds me in sorrow's grip. Loved this! I wish you well in the challenge.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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wow, this was really good. i loved the rhyme, and it is full with tons and tons of emotion. wonderful job and keep on writing! good luck in the contest!
thanks for entering ! (:
~~allie.
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