15 May 2019 24 Comments
in photo prompt, Poems Tags: Hélène Vaillant, The Gift, the Task, Willow Poetry, write what you see
The Gift.
It
Was so
Long ago
All else forgot
Except Meg had not.
A random kind gift
Which brought her so much pure joy
Given to her by a kind boy.
Lovingly she built a high tower
Wrung with steps so she could reach her flower
Twice daily she performed her blessed job
Once she was spry, now no longer fast
Rain or shine whatever season
She gave her whole to the task
For help she never asked
This was her life’s work
She would not shirk
Who gave her
The gift
God.
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May 15, 2019 @ 13:05:13
A gift indeed, Willow. A touching double Etheree. Thank you.
May 15, 2019 @ 14:57:55
Such a lovely picture I enjoyed it 💜💜
May 16, 2019 @ 00:20:38
Thank you for sharing your poem.
May 16, 2019 @ 05:30:06
Thank you 💜
May 15, 2019 @ 14:04:02
Great job sis! ❤
May 15, 2019 @ 14:57:09
Thank you Sis 💜
May 15, 2019 @ 15:26:16
Lovely!
May 15, 2019 @ 14:57:22
Thank you 💜
May 15, 2019 @ 17:07:26
🧡
May 15, 2019 @ 17:20:11
🤭🙋
May 15, 2019 @ 15:56:06
This is a fabulous poem, Willow.
May 15, 2019 @ 17:19:08
Thank you Robbie 💜
May 15, 2019 @ 17:23:15
This is lovely.
May 15, 2019 @ 17:20:00
Thank you Di💜
May 15, 2019 @ 17:39:23
🙂
May 15, 2019 @ 17:39:54
I really enjoyed the way this poem developed… beautifully structured
May 15, 2019 @ 17:40:56
Thank you Geoff I appreciate your thoughts 💜
May 15, 2019 @ 21:25:25
Nice job!
May 15, 2019 @ 21:53:06
Thank you 💜
May 16, 2019 @ 05:34:27
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May 16, 2019 @ 05:41:08
Lol💜💜
May 20, 2019 @ 19:44:28
Wonderful – I love this! ❤️❤️❤️
May 20, 2019 @ 19:46:18
Thank you Betty I live this one too💜💜