About An Orphan
In comfort next to you mother,
fifteen Christmas I spent with you,
in time’s orchards fruits picked together,
those fruits now bitter without you!
Tears that run down my pillow,
are tears that will not dry,
With years hope heart will mellow,
I shall try not to cry!
‘In praise of the Ode’poetry contest
2nd placement
sponsor nette onclaud
topic 3 about an orphan
8 lines 6 words each!
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