Theodora (Theo) Onken

(Washington State)

The Seventeenth Day Of November ~


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

March 3,2013

Please read the poem i posted on November 17,2012.

Submitted: Sunday, March 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 06, 2013

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