I wrote this poem for my niece Penny. Penny was a beautiful woman who lost her nine year struggle with cancer in December 2011. Our family will never forget her; she was truly an inspiration to all of us. She loved her family so much and was especially c
For all those times you showed you cared. For being at my side when I needed you there, You've been my sister for many years. Thanks for your loyalty, love, and generosity. I'm the one who fell short, and that's a pity.
Overall, there is the feeling that they are responsible for his death; they are the adults who perhaps should have taken over his duties at the saw as the day wore on. Somewhat ironically, it's the sister who distracts him from the job when she offers 'Supper', and the saw, curiously...
the Loaded Gun is Dickinson’s poetry (informed by her family’s acerbic and irreverent wit) that had only been waiting for Emily to carry it away. But wait, you say, who isHeandHim?
The famous leader of the parade, ahorse, Enid Milholland, Vassar 1909, was MM’s exact contemporary at Bryn Mawr’s sister school. Bryn Mawr had its own group in the parade and MM probably marched with them. While it might be tempting to look for MM in the many pictures of the ...
Bind him, take Enitharmon for thy sweet reward while I In vain am driven on false hope. hope sister of despair. Groaning the terror rose & drave his solid rocks before Upon the tide till underneath the feet of Los a World Dark dreadful rose & Enitharmon lay at Los's feet ...
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - I like a look of Agony I like to see it lap the Miles I measure every Grief I meet I’m Nobody! Who are you? I started Early — Took my Dog — I taste a liquor never brewed It was not Death, for I stood up Like Rain it ...
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It all comes down to what works best for the poet. Conventional Acrostic Poem This is what most people think of when they think of an acrostic poem. The first letter of each line spells something out, like in John Keats’ poem for his sister, Georgina:...
Poem To My Mother Who Died From Cancer A poem from a daughter to her mother written the morning after she lost her 48-year-old mom to a 5 year battle with various cancers. Featured Shared Story I am now nearly 16, and I lost my mum to a 3 year battle of Secondary Glioblastoma ...