The Silent Wheelchair

daisiesnfld
daisiesnfld: The Silent Wheelchair
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The house reverberated with her voice
Bouncing off the walls and doors
In the hallways where once traveled
A silent wheelchair on the floor
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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
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Standing looking out her back door
Through lace covered window panes
Propped against an old porch swing
The well worn walking cane
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But the flowers growing there
They spread far and wide and free
And in the climbing velvet roses
Was proof enough for me
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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
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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
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© DaisiesNfld

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eyeofthetiger2u7
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.
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YOUandMe_Eternity
YOUandMe_Eternity: Loved it. It starts out a bit dark then it evolves into a romantic chant
Bravo
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