Then one fateful day, an event
Made its way to our ajar doors
"She is no longer here!
She is here no more!"
The loose bolted chairs
And the dusty summer chairs
Lost protoplasmic breaths.
While the papers she marked
With her utterly critical hands -
That fateful day took with it,
"She is no longer here!
She is here no more!"
And we are left with a misfit piece
And we are dying of yearn
"What about US her fam'ly?
When is she bound to return?"
But that fateful day stressed a score -
That she was no longer here
And that she was here no more
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
Then one fateful day, an event
Made its way to our ajar doors
"She is no longer here!
She is here no more!"
The loose bolted chairs
And the dusty summer chairs
Lost protoplasmic breaths.
While the papers she marked
With her utterly critical hands -
That fateful day took with it,
"She is no longer here!
She is here no more!"
And we are left with a misfit piece
And we are dying of yearn
"What about US her fam'ly?
When is she bound to return?"
But that fateful day stressed a score -
That she was no longer here
And that she was here no more
My very first poem published here on Hello Poetry. Yey!
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