Send Me Her Ribbons Poem by Mark Heathcote

Send Me Her Ribbons



Send me her ribbons, bows and flowers
send me her notebooks and daily powers
what an angel, her would-be voice
who-out-of-the-wilderness called for rejoicing.
hidden like a jewel in a lifetimes heart
was an immortal poetess-of-meaningful art?
shining now like a beacon sun
is forever, Emily Dickinson.

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