The Silent Wheelchair daisiesnfld: The Silent Wheelchair . The house reverberated with her voice Bouncing off the walls and doors In the hallways where once traveled A silent wheelchair on the floor . A hairbrush on the dresser top Held the white strands she had earned A Bible on her bed night stand Marked with passages she'd learned . Standing looking out her back door Through lace covered window panes Propped against an old porch swing The well worn walking cane . But the flowers growing there They spread far and wide and free And in the climbing velvet roses Was proof enough for me . She was not gone but simply done Waltzed into heaven with a smile Needing no wheelchair she walks there Crowned silver hair coiffed in style . Knowing where she's living now I'm reminding all of those That came and gently kissed her brow They have gazed upon a rose . © DaisiesNfld eyeofthetiger2u7: Daisie I don't quite know what to say about this poem except that it is a poetic work of art. This may be the best you have ever written ! Maybe a bit on the sad side but it has a wonderful ending. (Post deleted by daisiesnfld ) dreadlox33: Heh. Maybe im dumb,,,,,,,never knew this was here. Waltzed into heaven with a smile I'llread more ,,,,since i know where to find now..... | poems Chat Room Similar Conversations |