(This is a villanelle style poem I wrote about my sister and her birth flower. She passed of SIDs in 94' at 3month. She was borns 6 years before I was and I have are the sentiments are my parents.)
Chrysanthemums, her November flower
All brilliant colors
Upon the blooming hour
Shades of pink
Brightly yellow
Chrysanthemums, her November flower
She flows with joy
Overwhelming optimism
Upon the blooming hour
A spectacular sight
A pompom in full bloom
Chrysanthemums, her November flower
A rising spirit in the autumn air
When all she needs
Upon the blooming hour
No other flower could compare
It's her one and only
Chrysanthemums, her November flower
Upon the blooming hour.
About the Creator
Ria
An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.
My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.
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