The ink has stopped flowing

by Lu   Sep 12, 2005


Her hands are old and feeble
no longer can she hold a pen
she has not just begun her life
for it will soon come to an end

Her eyes are sore and tired
for she is nearly blind
no longer does she see the words she wrote
for darkness is not kind

She would write about her sadness
losing her husband in world war two
she would write about the happiness
of how their love was so true

A different life she could pretend
her time spent so alone
her pen and paper her only friend
it was her comfort , her consolation

But now the ink has stopped flowing
her paper torn and old
but forever embedded in her memories
for the stories that they told

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  • 18 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Another beautiful piece with such sad undertones! You are a very talented writer. Keep it up~Holly

  • 18 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    Luanne,
    This was truly beautiful and wriiten with perfection. The flow and the words used just made it amazing... You truly have talent. I hate I didn't come across your beautiful work before now...

    hugs, love, Ann

  • 18 years ago

    by Angie

    You painted a beautiful but sad picture with you words...... wonderful job.

    Smiles, Hugs and Love, Angela

  • 18 years ago

    by CrimsonRayne

    Very good. u can put life into ur poems... i havent seen many that have done that... 5/5 keep up with the great work.

    ~liz~

  • 18 years ago

    by neens

    Thats sad but good. I love reading your writing.
    ~neens~

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