Greatgrandma Loves Writing Poems Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

She really does...
She writes a lot about love,
crying, and
About someone dying.

She writes about flowers
In gardens,
and
Pretty crystal vases,
Gracing tables,
Layed out on lace.
Great Grandma wrote
Once, about my face.

She writes about the stars and
The moon,
Once dancing on it, as it smiled.
Said she wished she could have
Stayed a while longer,
But sunrise called,
Scattering through the
Morning woods.

Birds sang in mellow tones,
Ravens black, were seen
Soaring almost as high as eagles.
Robins are her favorite things,
Except for butterflies,
Which defy the idea that there is
Any creature more beautiful!

Greatgrandma wrote about the
Waves licking the shore.
I looked and looked for the
Dancing sun, that
She said lingered.

She's writing now about
Some special thing.
I know this because always,
When she writes,
She sings.

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing

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March 20,2013 EST
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