30th Oct 2017
Where on earth to go with the prompt today .
Oh well, here we go then:
Forbidden
She thought it was forbidden
so she always kept it hidden
and only when she'd died
did they find out
She was a quiet one they said
finding the box under the bed
who'd of guessed this was
what she was about
One and all they told their story
how they thought her grim and gory
but none had thought her
capable of this
They put the suitcase on the bed
right beside the girl now dead
and while they pondered each
gave her a kiss.
Welcome to my blog. Grams is the name my first grandson gave me and it's stuck. My great loves: My husband, our nine children, twenty five grandchildren, four great grandchildren, my Faith, writing- prose and poetry - and travelling , especially in our camper. My posts are eclectic and I appreciate getting comments. So, please feel free to comment or offer advice on what you would like to to see more of.
Monday, October 30, 2017
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A sad story that happens too often I fear. As it is, my kids may be surprised at what they find if I were to die tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteDo we need to know everything about others? Do others need to hide to be accepted, or do they want to hide to feel free? Such a complicated topic!
I really liked this. That whole idea of a mysterious life that people who are left have to deal with is kind of intriguing to me. And each of them giving her a kiss while they figured out what it meant. Thank you. xoA
ReplyDeletereminds me of a movie i saw a few years ago, "get low". there is a nostalgic feel to your poem.
ReplyDeleteI often wonder if I should get rid of a few things just in case I pass unexpectedly but what they hay, surprises add character! Love your poem, thanks for joining us at OctPoWriMo this year!
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