Sweetly played the soft repose
The November day December rose
Awakened from her slumber life
She looked upon that man of strife
She kindly bid him thinking
If that man would just stop thinking
Then I could leave without goodbye
December hugged herself up tight
She tried she did with all her might
To say the words pushed down just right
She choked them out and wiped her tears
She held them closely even feared
The Mister with that fist of words
She backed out once, then twice
Standing in the door she and softly
Was no more the wife of the mister man
To herself softly she said I think I can
Remembering the girl December rose
Who sang so softly this sweet repose
December Rose is her name
I call her Pinky
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To my friend Jeanne Marie-December Rose. ❤
OH wow thank you Willow this is so beautiful! I know that JM is going to love this so much! Blessings to you in the new year! MM
Happy New Year to you both be well and be happy xxx
You too! Thank you, Jeanne Marie and Michelle Marie
Beautiful !
Hi Paul thank you so much! MM
❤ 🙂 ❤
Lovely
Thank you…
Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie and commented:
My Partner in Pink made this gorgeous art and wrote this poem for me. I can’t even describe how much I love this. Thank you Michelle Marie for always knowing what I need, even when we haven’t connected for a while. Love you MM.
Beautiful… “fist of words” is an awesome depiction of verbal and emotional abuse. Thanks for sharing and love the pick roses!!!
I love this, Michelle Marie made if for me and I love everything about it…thank you! Jeanne Marie
I love this so much! TY XOXO Jeanne Marie
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