Emma Jean's Pink Slippers - Poem by Suzae Chevalier
Small and pink with a flower bow
I wear Emma Jean's slippers while
recovering from surgery on my nose.
I remember when Emma Jean was around
she told her stories with character
voices that had a cool sound.
She had a very interesting life
from a poet to a multi millionaire
she did it all she was sincere.
She wants the best for me and appreciates
I was there...
in the hospice every night
showing how much I care.
She said she wanted to die with her boots on
she did, she was cleaning her closet all night long.
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