It has been a very long time since I wrote free verse which was my poetry of choice in my previous lifetime. Today's Writing Practice topic was: The skin on her cheek. I felt compelled to create a poem about the little girl who was always in my heart and on my mind, yet never to be born. The name picked for a great great grandmother I never knew and my paternal grandmother who left my life all too soon. I mourn her still, and I know what she looked like. Here is her poem.
Sarah Elizabeth
She's brand new
Soft and sweet
A tiny thing - fragile
Constantly smiling
Curious
Happy
Always amazing
In her joy of life
A miracle
A true gift from God
She sleeps now
As I place a kiss
On the soft, pink
Skin of her cheek
Always, I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you LOVE.
As, Ever Annie
