Theodora (Theo) Onken

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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

March 3,2013

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

Comments about The Seventeenth Day Of November ~ by Theodora (Theo) Onken

  • (3/5/2013 1:11:00 AM)

    Thank you so very much!
    You are always so generous.
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  • Valerie Dohren (3/3/2013 12:53:00 PM)

    Very poignant write, well written. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 6, 2013

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