Theodora (Theo) Onken
The Seventeenth Day Of November ~ - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
It was just another Friday in November
The streets of Seattle wet with rain
Grey clouds hanging by thin threads
November colder than ever~~filled with dread
The phone ringing was almost echo-like
My father's voice~a quiver~on the line
'your mother is now at peace with her maker', he said
Hence came a pause as eternity~much like the end of time!
The streets of Seattle were flooded with rain
By, Theodora Onken
Please read the poem i posted on November 17,2012.
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